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Jocelyn's POV

I couldn't speak. I was afraid of what I would say if I did. It was Jonathan. My son, Jonathan. Not demon Jonathan. An awkward silence had creeped up on us, and we stood in a triangle, staring at each other. I couldn't help but look him over, looking at every detail that I had missed over the years. Thinking about all those years not knowing whether he was truly alive or dead, and then finding out what he had become, I couldn't help it. I crossed the distance between us and hugged him.

He stiffened, and I was almost scared that he still hated me, that he resented me for everything that I had done. But then he relaxed and hesitantly put his arms around my shoulders. I felt a second pair of arms; Clary had put the sandwiches on the table that Arthur and Jocelyn must have used for the interrogation and joined in on the hug.

"Mum, don't cry," Clary reached out a hand and brushed my cheek. What? I hadn't realised that I was crying. To be fair, Clary seemed to be holding in tears too and I'm pretty sure Jonathan's eyes were glistening.

In the end Jonathan was the one to break away from the hug that no one seemed to want to be the first to leave, and gestured to the table.

"Why don't we sit? It'll be much more comfortable. And we can eat too."

Hannah's POV

"Save her, the Queen of the Lands, and when you do your fate be in her hands."

What? How was that meant to help? His fate was in my hands? As in, it was my choice whether he lived or died? You have got to be joking me! I was 21 for God's sake, I wasn't good with life or death situations. Not saying that I hadn't been in quite a few, in fact, the last one was… I shuddered. I didn't want to think about the last one. Not after what had been done. Not after what he'd done.

No! Not thinking about it, remember? Lalala, ABC, 123, okay I have more important things to think about. Like whether I should kill Jonnie or not. Pros of killing Jonnie: Ultimate revenge. Cons: Losing my best friend forever. Wow. What a hard decision. I couldn't believe I was forgiving him this easily. Why did I have to love him so much? As a friend of course, and apparently a very good-looking friend according to gossip. Wait, what? Why was I thinking these thoughts? Jonathan Morgenstern was just a friend, if less. Especially after what he had, wait-

Not thinking about it.

Anyways. I was disguised as Arthur Blackthorn: I had finally managed to achieve full disguise and I could transform anything I wanted by touching both objects (the one being transformed and the original) and channelling energy from one to the other, from its looks down to how it sounded. In fact that's exactly what I had done to myself. I felt slightly bad for Arthur, but it didn't really matter I supposed. He was in my protective pod (the one that I had hibernated in for a while) and so nothing could harm him.

I was in his study, in fact, waiting for the door of the holding room to open so I could once again completely seal the door from everyone except me. Then I was going to go down there myself and confront him. Maybe I could even have some fun and watch him squirm trying to apologise. I felt a smirk coming along as I realised what I was going to do. I would reveal myself to him, and then I would pretend to be angry with him (well, that didn't really need pretending) and let him suffer a while and then finally forgive him. It would be great!

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and it swung open, revealing Maryse. I knew this because I had memorised the way she walked. Brisk, and steps about 80 centimetres apart. I had wiped the smirk off my face just in time and I don't think she suspected something.

"Maryse. What can I do for you?" I said. I was not used to having Arthur's voice as my own. But despite my eyes showing signs of life in them, I still couldn't see (I was blind as a bat. Literally).

"I've contacted the Clave letting them know of our findings. They will be arriving first thing tomorrow. For now though, we should all get some rest. You especially. The Angel knows how hard at work you have been, contacting the Clave and arranging everything."

Truthfully, I had only had two calls with the Clave, and the rest of the time I had been in conference with Peter, my chief advisor. It felt so weird to have that title for him since Petey was really a friend and also the only other person who was of Nephilim blood in the council.

All Elementals were werewolves, faeries, warlocks and even humans and the occasional Nephilim, which was probably the most looked-down-on race. Everyone had a certain control of the nature around them, but Elementals were those that had almost excessive amounts. They were chosen at birth by an older Elemental to be their successor in the Elemental life. Of course, an Elemental could take on more than one apprentice. I was, or used to be, the apprentice to Queen Jiwa, but then the war started- not the battle, but right from the start when Valentine Morgenstern went into hiding- and she… Okay, I really needed to keep the past off my mind if I was ever going to succeed on this mission.

Anyways, back to Petey. He helped me put my ideas through with the council because most of them were all Elders and they disliked Shadowhunters the most. They disagreed with most things I did (to be fair to them, they were sometimes a little far-fetched) and since I was less than eloquent, Petey translated my views for me.

We had started forming our plan almost a year ago, when I had finally woken up, effectively unfreezing the rest of the world- my world, anyway. It was really just the Elementals who had been frozen. I had never really bee truly gone, of course, but more a spectator than anything. It was a necessity for an Elemental to learn to have a certain feel of the ground around them and it just so happened that the queen (unfortunately me) had to monitor the entire planet.

But because I was still 'young and learning', I was still stuck on knowing about the occurrences on certain continents (Asia-my biggest achievement, North and South America, Antarctica-useless skill, really, and bits of Europe). And being the failure that I am at generally everything, I was one of the slowest learners in the history of the Elementals, which of course boosted everyone's perspectives of me. The fact that my ex-best friend (the one everyone warned me against) nearly killed me before I could choose an heir did not help whatsoever.

Basically, everyone was waiting for me to die so that they could live in peace, especially the crankiest and oldest Elder I had ever met, who just so happened to be the third-in-command in the council after me and Petey, Harold Byron. Seriously, that man really needed to loosen up.

"… I suspect Jocelyn and Clarissa will be coming out soon."

Wait… what? Oh chocolate cakes and hot sauce, had she really been standing there the whole time talking? One, oops, and two, who the bleep can talk that long?

"Of course. I will wait until they come out and then reseal the doors."

Hopefully, what she said wasn't important. But what if it was? Oh, jumping jimminy, life was difficult when you were trying to infiltrate the Nephilim. I mean, seriously, you'd think it would be easy to understand your own race, but- More important things are going on, Hannah.

"And… sorry, I didn't catch everything you said before the Clarissa and Jocelyn part… I'm exhausted, you know?" I let out a chuckle. I hope my nerves didn't show through… Please let her buy it… please…

Damn, she looked annoyed, but then her face loosened into a smile and she laughed. Thank the Earth!

"Don't worry about it. We can discuss it tomorrow." Good.

"Just, I was thinking…" Noooooo…

"Never mind. Good night, Arthur." Thank you.

"Good night, Maryse."

As she left, I felt the door open to Jonnie's 'room'. Once I was sure Maryse had gone to her room and the rest of the house were all doing their respective things far-far-away, I left my- Arthur's office, passing the storage room on the way and grabbing a pillow and a thin blanket. Wouldn't want him getting too comfortable now, would we? Also, it would be a good cover-up if anyone caught me. Not that they would, my sensing skills were good enough to know of any movement within the plot of land, at least. So I could do that.

I paused outside the room, stealing myself. I would not give in to his charm or sweet-talk. He was definitely my Jonnie and not evil, demon Jonathan. I mean Jonnie. Not my Jonnie. He wasn't mine.

Though sometimes you wish he was don't you?

"Arthur!"

I nearly jumped out of my skin. Okay, I took back the 'no one is going to sneak up on me'. I'd have to be more careful and not think about Jonathan all the time. Anyways! The intruder was… Clary?

"What are you doing here? I thought you and Maryse were going to want to discuss the events of your interrogation?" Okay, she was blushing, I think. I could feel the very slight change in temperature of the atmosphere around her(another crazy thing I had to learn to sense, but of course as usual, I have found that the council was right, and it does have real-world applications). Either that, or she was bleeding. I'm going for the former, which meant she was here for something. I narrowed my eyes at her.

"What exactly are you here for, Clarissa? I would have thought you'd be in bed by now…" Okay… that might have been too harsh…

Her tone changed. "And what exactly are you here for?" Ooh, fiery. "I…I mean…"

Okay, I think Arthur should be a little sympathetic at this point…?

"That's quite alright, Clarissa. I was actually just here to make Jon- Sebastian a bit more comfortable. Now… care to tell me what you were up to?"

"I… well, I really wanted to look at the runes you had drawn on the door. They're amazing! Where did you learn them?"

Oh. Cupcakes. What should I say? They weren't runes really… I knew I shouldn't have tried to show off!

"An Elemental once taught one of my ancestors ages and ages ago some of their marks and I discovered these in her diary and memorised a few." Well, Petey always says the best lies are the ones closest to the truth and this is related to the truth.

"Do you think maybe I could see this diary? But only if you're family doesn't mind, of course." Nuggets. I hadn't thought about how curious Clary would be.

"I'm sure nobody would mind, but unfortunately this diary is in the library… in the London Institute! Yes, that's right, in the London Institute!"

Wow. Subtle.

Clary sounded uncertain, as was probably shown on her face if I could see, but it didn't really matter anyway, I had gotten used to reading people's emotions by their tone of voice and the atmosphere around them. "Well… It's fine. I was just curious is all. May I still take a look at the door and maybe if you have time later you can teach me?"

I looked at her. The air around her became hotter.

"I mean, it… you probably won't have time to teach me, so- "

"Yes, you're right. I probably won't have any time to teach you but if you may look at the door if you really want, though maybe tomorrow? It is getting quite late and we all have a busy day ahead of us."

"Yes, of course. You're right, I'll go to sleep." She turned and took a step but then stopped. What now?

"Arthur? Thank you, for treating Jonathan this nicely, I know he has done unthinkable things to your family, but… don't worry, I'll just leave."

Okay, I didn't know what Jonnie had done to the Blackthorns, but I knew he could be pretty destructive when he wanted to be. I made sure that no one was remotely close to me this time, and then turned to face the door.

Okay, I can do this. I took a deep breath, and walked through the door.

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