Jocelyn was in the motel room she rented out in Paris. She finally got Jonathan to sleep. He lied asleep next to her unaware of the current situation. She let out a silent sob. All she could do was fear for Valentine's return. But she trusted that Lucian had turned him into the Clave. As she was about to fall asleep there was a knock on the door. She felt a pang in her chest fearing the unknown. She walked slowly towards the door and peeked through the peephole. On the other side of the door was Lucian. He looked exhausted; there were dark circles under his eyes and his hair was wet with sweat. Jocelyn opened the door to let him in and he nearly fainted as he ran inside.

"Jocelyn," he whimpered, "They're dead... They're all dead."

"What are you talking about Lucian," she said confused.

"Valentine and some of whom were in the Circle, got the upper hand," Jocelyn sat him down on a seat next to the bed Jonathan was in, "When a group of them came and killed most of my pack who had come to help us. I barely escaped."

"Was anyone following you," she asked concerned.

"No, not that I noticed but to be safe we should leave now," he explained. "What names have you been using?"

"My own, why?"

"From now on you can't be a Fairchild," he told Jocelyn.

Trusting Lucian she carefully carried her resting child. As she brought him to her arms she couldn't help but notice his eyes flutter open. They were black. Sometimes she wished her son would have been born with her eyes. Maybe she could have loved him then. But if were it not for the horrible experiment Valentine had done she would have never left her husband. Then what would he have done to their unborn child? Jocelyn ran out of the room right behind Lucian. He went straight to a full street to haul a taxi. They waited a minute or two before a taxi stopped.

"Où allez-vous," said the taxi driver as they entered his cab.

"I'm sorry we don't understand," Jocelyn replied.

"Where too," he said in his heavy French accent.

"The closest bus station," Lucian commanded.

The French man drove off. Jocelyn set Jonathan's head onto her lap and he fell asleep quickly.

Lucian was in the front seat as quiet as ever. Jocelyn didn't blame him though considering what he had just gone through. Not only were dozens of his men killed at the Accords Hall, those who went to rescue us were killed by Valentine's men. He was a shadowhunter before he was ever a werewolf. He'd seen many people die before but this seemed different. The emotional bond that he had with his pack wasn't like those of a shadowhunter that weren't marital or a parabatai bond. And maybe it was even deeper than that. He was of course their leader. The cab dropped them off at the bus station. When they bought the tickets they had to wait an hour for the next bus to Portugal where Jocelyn would take a ship to America. They sat on plastic chairs in the bus station.

"You know," Lucian told Jocelyn, "What you did was stupid."

"What, run away from the Clave or tell Valentine I'm pregnant," Jocelyn told him.

"Both," he answered.

"But did you really think-"

"Yes," Lucian interrupted, "I do think you could have kept it from him. So now he has even more reason to find you and take you back."

Before Jocelyn could say anything a voice coming from an old lady in the front desk spoke up something she didn't understand in French. All she heard was the word PORTUGAL.

"Come on Jocelyn," Lucian said taking Jonathan off her arms. He was still asleep. It was almost strange thinking about how much Jonathan had slept when both Lucian and Jocelyn couldn't seem to sleep at all. But Jonathan was just a child, and he didn't understand the situation.

Jocelyn followed Lucian to the bus where a woman was hole-punching tickets. She spoke something in French neither Lucian nor Jocelyn understood. "Pardon but we don't speak French," Jocelyn told her quietly.

"Ehm," she spoke barely understandable , "I said welcome aboard Mister and Misses Garroway. By the way you have a beautiful child."

Jocelyn stared at Lucian confused. He quickly moved Jocelyn onto the bus. They took their seats and Jocelyn sat down with Jonathan quietly on her lap.

"Remember what I said about alias," Lucian continued, "And keeping a low profile?"

Jocelyn nodded.

"This is how we're going to do it," he revealed.

"By forcing me to marry you," Jocelyn blurted.

"I'm not forcing you to do anything, all I want to do is help you escape," he said calmly.

"I'm sorry Lucian it's just," She continued without finishing her sentence, "Why can't we have a normal life."

"Define normal," Lucian asked.

"Like mundane," Jocelyn explained.

"I think what you were actually looking for was why did we have the misfortune of meeting Valentine," he said, "I mean who knows if I would have had the fortune of meeting you if we were mundane."

Jocelyn didn't want to talk anymore. She lied her head on Lucian's shoulder and closed her eyes. Lucian slowly faced Jocelyn, his best friend and the love of his life. Gently he kissed her forehead as she dozed off to sleep. He then looked down at Jonathan. He remembered what Jocelyn had told him about her son. "He's not normal," she told him tearfully, "He's a monster." Whenever she looked at him Lucian never saw love. It wasn't like that when she was pregnant and before he was turned. Jocelyn always talked about her son how he would be the greatest shadowhunter who ever lived. She always thought he would get her green eyes or maybe even her red curls. She'd hoped he'd be a spitting image of her. Now Lucian could see how Jocelyn couldn't love her child. He was all Morgenstern and not a shed of Fairchild. Surely a child that had so much of his father had to be as horrible as him. Lucian made a vow that night, he would love Jocelyn's child, both of them as his own no matter how much like Valentine they were. He looked down at Jonathan then up to the sleeping Jocelyn and could definitely see a future with them. Lucian quickly fell into a deep sleep hoping to forget what happened to his pack.

By morning they were in Portugal. From there they immediately went to find a boat to America. The earliest boat was to New York so that's where they were going. They felt a sudden relief when they got to New York as if they could be as careless as they wanted to be, but they still had a lot to worry about. Hiding from Valentine, the most dangerous shadowhunter of their time, would probably be the most difficult thing they would ever do. Lucian and Jocelyn knew Valentine more than anyone so that was somewhat of an advantage but they knew that they would never be truly safe from Valentine. One day he would come back but when he did they would be ready. Jocelyn had a potion made that was strictly for one situation, Valentine's return. But for now all they were going to do was relax until the baby was born.

9 Months Later

Jocelyn was in her white hospital room. Some tubes were connected to her wrist which were attached to some machine. Mundane technology still surprised her but she knew she'd get the hang of it. She looked to her left and there was her little Clarissa. Her baby girl, Clarissa Adele Fray. Luke, as Lucian told her to call him from now on, was with Jonathan on his way to her room. As soon as Jocelyn got out of the hospital with her daughter she would take her to Magnus Bane to perform a ritual done on every shadowhunter child. Jocelyn didn't want to but both Luke and Magnus insisted. They knew both her children would be safer that way. Jocelyn was tired from the delivery so she closed her eyes hoping for some rest. But was quickly awaken by a sudden crash. She quickly got up and peeked through the door. All she saw was people screaming and running in terror. Jocelyn was suddenly flung to the floor by the door. To her terror the person she least expected to be here for her was waiting for her. It was her husband.

"Did you really think you could hide my dear," Valentine said calmly. His were crossed to the back of his black suit. His black eyes made him seem like a vicious animal staring at his prey. He took a slow step one after the other getting

"Well I did it for this long didn't I," Jocelyn retorted.

"8 months, 3 weeks and 4 days," he mentioned.

"What," Jocelyn said confused.

"That's how long you've been gone," Valentine's gaze went straight to Clarissa. "So you know what that means."

"No," Jocelyn muttered.

Valentine slowly walked to his daughter while Jocelyn quickly ran up to her. Before she could reach her daughter Valentine tugged her hair. She screeched in pain. Jocelyn fell back to the floor with Valentine's fist still held onto a bundle of her hair. He bent down on one knee and whispered into her ear, "Now Jocelyn, love, I need you to stay here on the ground if you ever want to see our children again." He let go and walked to his daughters crib. He looked at her curiously and then to her name on her wrist band. "Fray," he asked, "Now our little,"- he paused to look at her name-" Clarissa Adele needs a true nephlim name. This girl is going to be special so of course we'll need to change it." He cooed his daughter to sleep and rocked her back and forth as she began to cry. She immediately went back to sleep to the sound of her father's voice. "I always loved my mother and yours was such an angel to me, well at least until a few moment before death. How about Seraphina Adele Morgenstern?"

"Go to hell," Jocelyn spat.

"Now now dear, not in front of the child," he said jokingly.

"Jocelyn," someone mumbled from the door. It was Luke holding Jonathan. He and Jonathan were covered in blood, Luke's blood.

"Let go of my son, you filthy animal," Valentine snarled.

Luke walked to Jocelyn with what little strength he had left and sat her son down next to her. "I'm sorry," he mouthed as he collapsed.

Jocelyn screamed in terror. "How could you to this," she exclaimed. "He was our best friend!"

"No, he stopped being my friend after he turned," he said calmly. "Let's go Jocelyn," he ordered. He held baby Clarissa in his arms and made Jocelyn stand up.

Just as they were on their way out Jocelyn's mother came through the door and yelled, "Don't give up my child, I love you and I don't want you to surrender to that monster." Now Jocelyn knew she was going crazy because this couldn't be possible. She turned around and Luke wasn't on the ground anymore and Valentine wasn't at her side. She was suddenly alone in the room with a huge belly. Then she felt something, a sharp pain. It was a contraction. She shut her eyes and reopened them to see she was on her bed and it was wet. Her water broke. She woke Jonathan who was in a deep slumber and rushed to call a cab.

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Jocelyn was in labor for ten hours. The pain was terrible since she couldn't use any sort of rune this time around. She had just woken up from the last time she will rest well in a few years now. Jonathan was next to his new sister admiring her. Luke was also in the room making sure Jonathan didn't do anything like knock over his sister's crib or run out of the room. "I assume you are now well rested," Luke told Jocelyn.

"Yes, thank you for coming here to look after Jonathan. I'm glad I got some sleep," Jocelyn replied.

"Don't worry about it," He answered, "I love taking care of Jonathan. Besides who else is he going to go to when he wants to get away from all the girls." Jocelyn chuckled at the idea of Jonathan going to Luke for advice on girls.

"Mommy," Jonathan sang.

"Yes, Jonathan," Jocelyn replied.

"Sister," he asked pointing at Clarissa.

At first she was hesitant to answer but then knew what to say, "Yes." Jonathan grinned and laughed at his younger sister. She didn't know why she said that though. When she looked at him all she could see was evil, but could she change that.