Hi guys,

I've gotten feedback that my chapters are a little short, so I made this one slightly longer. Also, is it confusing when the story changes to another character's POV? Anyway, I've added whose POV it is so it should be slightly easier. Please tell me what you think :)

Anyway, hope you enjoy today's chapter, I know it is quite late. Sorry about that.

Thanks,

iLIKEtheFLOWERS

P.S Thanks to SheeranNvl for your support!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or plot of the Mortal Instruments except the Elementals and their Queen! All rights go to Cassandra Clare!

Clary's POV

It wasn't possible. He had died. I saw him. We all had. Maybe I hadn't heard right. But judging from everyone's faces, I had. And now we were going to see him. I was going to meet him.

I had thought about it for a long time after he had died. I had decided that he if he had survived for maybe a little while longer. I would have forgiven him. Maybe not 'Sebastian', but Jonathan I would forgive.

I surveyed the room. Isabelle looked angry, Magnus was deep in thought, Alec looked like he was in shock, Simon looked slightly uncomfortable, like he didn't know what to do, and Jace… Jace just looked lost. And then he got up and left the room.

"I'll go talk to him." I announced and walked through the doors. I knew where he was going; or at least I was 95% sure that he was there. This was confirmed as piano chords rung in my ears, and I almost smiled at how well I knew him.

"Jace…"

He turned to face me. My mind blanked. What was I supposed to say?

"What are… tell me what you think." Oh, great job, Clary.

He looked at me with those heart-breakingly beautiful golden eyes. Oh my god, did I actually just think that? All this crazy's going to my head.

"I don't know what to think. I hate the guy. I can't stand him. He's hurt so many people: Max, Isabelle, Alec… you."

I looked at him. "Well, to be fair, the demon blood had a really strong hold over him physically and mentally, so we really shouldn't be too hard on him."

Jace just stared at me. Jeez, I just defended my brother. I really am going crazy.

"Not that we should forget what he's done or anything, but- "

Jace silenced me with a finger. "You didn't let me finish. As much as I hate Sebastian, well, Jonathan seemed like a cool guy, and… he was quite fun to live with too."

Of course that's what he would think. I took a deep breath and said what I had thought about the situation all along.

"Okay, hold up. Sebastian was not the same person as Jonathan. So, you can't exactly blame the things Sebastian's done on Jonathan. Of course, a bit of Jonathan might have been in that , but- wait, what?"

Okay, slightly late, I know, but what? I couldn't believe my ears. Jace Herondale, stubbornest man across the realms was admitting that his mortal enemy was a 'cool' guy.

O-kay, I am definitely not the only one going crazy then. Whew, got a bit worried then. Whew. What kind of a word was that? I thought about it for a second, and then decided.

Whew: an expression of relief. Phew but with a 'w'.

That was fun.

"… Maryse's study."

I looked up. Jace raised an eyebrow. Damn, I've always wanted to be able to do that.

Anyway… "Huh? I didn't catch that."

Jace smirked. "We've been gone quite long. We should head back to Maryse's study."

Oh. Right.

"Let's go, Goldilocks!" And so I tugged him by the arm and we skipped to the study. Well, I skipped. He just walked normally, being the boring, elegant person he was.

When we eventually arrived in the study, Mum and Luke were there too.

Mum ran over to us. She pulled me into a hug.

"I know it's strange, sweetheart, but we're going to get through it, alright? We'll go about it together."

Okay, first things first. It was definitely strange. My arm was still linked to Jace's, so his arm was stuck in between Mum and I as he stood awkwardly next to us. Secondly, she was being overdramatic. I wasn't going to run away screaming. I actually wanted to talk to Sebastian/Jonathan. Jonathan if he was good.

Wow. I made him sound like some 5 year old. Haha. Jonathan as a five year old. The thought was funny, but it made me slightly sad. Awwww. I don't like being sad.

So, anyhow. "Mum, I know it'll be fine. That's why when we get there, I'm going to talk to him. You can come too?"

Come on, Mum, take the bait. Come talk to your son. It'll be great. That rhymed!

Anyway, back to the topic at hand. "Mum, you gonna come? Oh, and you can let go of me now."

Mum released me and nodded. Yay!

Just then our audience (who for some reason seemed to be frozen) came alive again. Jace looked like he was about to say something.

No no no, I was not letting him stop me doing this one. I looked at him with my don't-you-dare-forget-what-we-were-talking-about-just-then face, and he closed his mouth. Success! I think I deserved a trophy for that.

Then Luke went and had to say something to ruin my moment of glory. "Are you sure if that's a good idea? You know it might be dangerous."

Mum rolled her eyes. "It'll be fine. Besides, 2 children brought him in, he can't be that dangerous."

"Or, he wants something."

Maryse had to be logical, as usual. She looked at me. Of all the cheeses that were holy, could she read my thoughts?

"But, I think it would be a good idea for us to find out exactly what he wants. And why. That's why we are going to continue on with our trip to the Los Angeles Institute, only now the adults are coming. So… can we meet outside in half an hour so that we are all packed and I can call the Los Angeles Institute to inform them of our arrival?"

Wait, that wouldn't work. "What about Mum and Luke?"

Mum answered my question. "We have our stuff here. As soon as we heard the news we packed as soon as possible and Magnus managed to teleport us here."

Okay. So half an hour then. What to do in half an hour?

"What do you think Jonathan is back for? And how?" Izzy answered my unspoken question. Jeez, maybe the mind-reading thing was hereditary. Ooh, big word. Well done, Clary.

Yay, let's talk Jonathan.

And so we shared our ideas. None of them seemed remotely plausible, so we scrapped them one by one. We laughed especially hard at Simon's theory.

"What if Lilith somehow got the help of that big Demon guy, whatever his name is, and somehow managed to salvage the lives of the bad shadowhunters and Jonathan? And the Infernal Cup? But then, something happened to Jonathan and he wasn't quite so bad anymore and so Lilith threw him out? And now he's back for help? To fight Lilith?"

I felt kinda bad as Simon's face turned red as we laughed at his idea. The Infernal Cup had shattered to pieces, there was no way that that could be salvaged. And we had seen all those people die. But then again, we had seen Jonathan die. I suppose anything's possible.

"Time to go!" Magnus yelled. We made our way outside, where we were going to be portalled to Los Angeles.

This was going to be an interesting holiday.

At the L.A Institute

It had been a hectic day for Arthur Blackstone, and he was tired. All he wanted to do was to rest for a little while, but the Clave had him running up and down the place doing errands.

He had received a call from Maryse to tell him that they would be arriving in half an hour and that was 20 minutes ago. He hurried to the designated area outside the Institute for portalling, calling to Julian and the other children to join him.

By the time everyone was gathered, a portal had started to open up, and out stepped each member of the New York Institute.

When everyone had stopped greeting each other, he went to the library. The children were showing everyone where their rooms were and once settled they would join him in the library to discuss today's events and what was to happen afterward.

Meanwhile, he would sit and enjoy a nice, relaxing cup of tea.

Jonathan's POV

I sat up. And then pouted. My back was sore after sleeping against a wall. Wait, why had I done that? Oh, right, I was in some holding room or another.

I ignored the ache of my shoulders as I popped my neck. I was a man, and I would act like one. My stomach growled. Damn, I was hungry. I would need all my energy if the Clave was going to interrogate me.

For some reason, I was calm. Despite the fact that my marks could be stripped away and I would be banished form the Shadowhunter world, my heart was pounding at a normal rate.

Maybe it was because I was sure of what I wanted and what I needed to do. I would find her, even without the Clave's help, though I was pretty sure they would want to help on this one, even if it were for me. The Elementals were a race that could bring huge benefits to Shadowhunters and Downworlders alike if they would join the Accords. In fact, the Shadowhunters seemed to have been making progress with the Elementals, and were on the verge of forming an alliance when she had gone missing. Finding her would bring the Elemental World back to life, seeing as it has seemed to freeze when the Queen went into hiding.

It was really at least something I could do that could bring some benefit to those who I had tried to hurt. And I would be able to see her. After what I'd done, I wasn't sure whether she was going to want to be with me again, but at least freeing her would be one step forward.

O-kay, this was getting really deep now. Let's end there.

But as I leaned against the hard concrete of the room, I couldn't help thinking about her.

I'm coming, Hannah. My beautiful one.

Please review. I don't think I'll have time to do a chapter tomorrow, but hopefully one will be us on Tuesday! :)