There is something about the idea of going to see my brother when he is murderous that makes me uneasy. It is possibly the idea that I am going to be lectured, or that I am going to see him yell at Jace again. Those are all possibilities, but unlikely. I know why I am so nervous, though I would never actually admit it to myself. Jon and I are close, and I am afraid of the fact that I am actually angry at him. I'd never really been angry with Jon, and the feeling is so foreign to me that it feels as though something is invading my body and taking me over piece by piece.

As you are probably able to tell, I'm not normally an angry person, let alone with my brother. So I am treading new territory there, along with Jace being at my side as my 'boyfriend'…I might as well be on a new freaking planet. I shall call this place Hell.

So, as I am on my personal trip to Hell—Jace, of course, is driving me there—I mentally play out all of the shouting matches that Jon was going to try and pull out of me so that I am prepared to brush them aside and make friends with my brother again.

I see my driveway, and the crummy green Honda out in the driveway, and I immediately want to snatch the wheel out of Jace's hands and force him to take me anywhere but here. Of course, I just sit in my seat silently, with a stiffened posture, like an idiot, as we park.

Jonathan is nowhere to be seen, but as I look at my home, a modest two story brick building, I am sure that he is around here somewhere. "Are you sure about this?" Jace asks me.

I look over at him, so quickly that I almost get whiplash. His tone shocks me slightly, and I am thrown off guard by the sincere note of concern that it held. Of course, his expression completely ruins any form of shock that I may hold for him. He is smirking at me, his lips twitching slightly at the corners, and I am waiting for whatever else he has to say.

He seems to realize this because, he leans a bit closer and says, "Because if you're not, we can always go back to my place and work on some ways to display affection."

Heat flares in my cheeks as he speaks, and winks exaggeratedly at me. Then without a warning even to myself, I snort loudly before laughing. Jace, who had apparently scored his intended motive, chuckled as well.

"Let's go and find your brother," Jace sighs, opening his door. "I imagine someone has to talk some sense back into him."

"I don't know if talking sense into Jon is possible," I reply as I step out of his Nissan, shouldering my bag. "We can try, though."

I walk over to Jace, who tugs on the back of my backpack. I turn around and look at him questioningly. He rolls his honey-colored eyes, and says, "This is the part where you let me carry your things."

I stare at him blankly, and Jace looks back, his gaze unwavering, as if saying, you're not winning this stare-down, Morgenstern.

"I am perfectly capable of handling my own book bag, Jace," I inform him, not loosening my grip on the strap when he tugs on it a bit more insistently.

"Just give me the bag, Clary," Jace says calmly. It isn't the patient kind of calm either; it's the kind of calm that happens before someone gets extremely impatient with someone else. Jace happens to be that someone and I happen to be that someone else.

For the sake of wanting him to help me with Jon, I decide to be reasonable and un-shoulder the book bag. He smiles at me as if saying that wasn't too hard, now was it? and merrily walks ahead.

This is where things get interesting. You see, if I would have walked into my house first, things might have gone a bit smoother. This all is so Jace's fault for wanting to be such a gentleman and take my freaking bag and hold the freaking door.

Jace walks into the house and I follow closely behind, and I see that we don't have to look very far for Jon, who is sitting with a scowl on the couch. He is staring at the wall, which I bet would stand up and run away if it could. Of course, us walking in takes his attention away from the poor wall, and turns it specifically on us.

I see Jace falter in his stride in front of me and I stop myself. Nervousness settles in the pit of my stomach, and I am suddenly wondering if riding home with Jace was a good idea in the first place. At least if I had been with Jon on the way home, I might be able to talk some sense into him. Now it was much too late.

I see him rise from the couch, and before either Jace or I can do anything, he has marched over to my blond companion. They stand facing each other, eye-to-eye, before I see Jon's large shoulders tense. "Jon, no—!"

My exclamation is abruptly cut off by the sharp sound of my brother's fist connecting with Jace's jaw. I inhale sharply as Jace's face snaps to the side and he stumbles back and falls to the ground on his back. I am on my knees the next second, cupping his face frantically, looking at the reddening spot where Jon struck him.

"Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern!" I snap as Jace brushes my hand aside gently and sits up. He touches the side of his face and winces slightly as he grazes a tender spot with the pad of his finger.

"Damn," he mutters with something close to admiration in his voice. "I think that's the hardest you've ever hit me, Jon."

"That was for not telling me yourself," Jon snaps, his voice is hostile, but not as hostile as I expect. He holds out a hand for Jace, and much to my surprise, Jace takes it without even seeming to think about it.

"Guess I should have seen this coming sooner or later," Jon mutters, shaking his head, as though he doesn't want to admit that it is happening.

"You and Isabelle have said the same thing today," I inform him. "Am I missing something?"

Jon chuckles slightly, "You mean that—"

Jace slaps a hand over his mouth much more harshly than necessary, and the sound of skin slapping against skin almost makes my face sting. "On that note, Jonny," Jace says cheerily. "I'm going to take you and Clary's bag to her room, while she stays out here and looks pretty."

I flush slightly at the compliment, and look down at the rug covered wooden floor of my living room as I hear Jon make a fake gagging noise and whine, "Dude, please, I really want to keep my lunch down!"

I can almost hear Jace roll his eyes at the same time that I do, and I smile at the thought. When I look back up my 'boyfriend' and my brother, are both gone. I can see their backs as they ascend the staircase.

I turn away from their profiles and walk toward the black loveseat when I hear my phone buzz in my pocket. I dig it out, and swipe the lock screen. I have two texts. My most recent is from Jace, and one from about twenty minutes ago from Isabelle. I select Isabelle's first, and grimace slightly at what is on the screen.

How is my future sister in law?

I look at the phone screen for a moment, my mouth gaping open, as though my jaw is broken, and I feel as though my brain is fried by the mere insinuation. After a few seconds, I manage to collect my chin from the floor, and I snap out of my daze, wondering how I would take this text if I was really in love with Jace.

Biting my lower lip softly, I type:

I seriously doubt anything is that serious at the moment, Iz.

That sounds dismissive enough to be genuine! I go back a screen and press on Jace's call thread. This one actually makes me laugh.

I'm telling Jon that we're not dating. HE'S GIVING ME THE TALK! GET YOUR SHORT ASS UP HERE SO YOU CAN BACK ME UP!

I contemplate not getting up from my spot...it is quite comfy. There is this small part in the back of my head that tells me that I need to, though. It is incredibly annoying, but I know that it's right...what if Jace is serious. He can't squeal and tell Jon, because then the whole point of me even going along with this stupid idea is ruined. Sighing, I jump up from the couch and rush upstairs before Jace can open his big mouth...the poor boy has no willpower after all.

Alright, Jace's amazing willpower gave out when Jon tried to give him the talk about him and Clary, if anyone was confused, so Jace has now told Jon that they're not dating. It'll make the story a whole lot more interesting with the brother in on the mix, trust me! I hope you liked it! Leave a review, it keeps the creative juices flowing :).