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Here it is, chapter 39. Last chapter - first alternative ending.

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Chapter 39

*2 years Later*

Sebastian left the Circle two weeks after he made his promise to Clary, he intended to leave Jacob and Becka in charge but they refused and decided to go with Clary and Sebastian so it was decided that Robert Lightwood would be left in charge. They left. They left everything, the apartment, the Circle, the life of a shadowhunter – well most of it. They were now living on an anchorage in South-East Queensland, Australia; Jacob, Becka and their son Louis lived on the anchorage next to theirs. Clary and Sebastian were now married – a mundane wedding – and were now living by the names of Jonathon and Clarissa/Clary Fray. Clary was still not able to get pregnant but they were still searching. Clary was baby sitting Louis while Becka and Jacob were out on a date night and Jonathon (Sebastian) was out, he thinks he may have a lead on a potion that could help with his and Clary's baby situation.

"Here comes the choo-choo train!" Clary said as she brought the spoonful of spaghetti to Louis' mouth.

Just as Louis cleaned off the spoon and Clary went to scoop up some more Jonathon tumbled into the house; his clothes bloody and his eyes drooping. Clary dropped the spoon into the bowl and went to his side immediately. He collapsed just before he got to her.

"Oh god! What happened?" She said as she tried to stop the bleeding.

Even though he was bleeding to death he still put on a loose smug smile, "I got it." He said as he pulled out a small vile of pink sparkling liquid from his pocket with a shaky hand.

Clary hadn't realised she was crying as she took the vile form his hand and put it on the table, "I don't care about that right now! You're bleeding to death!" She quickly got to her feet and started searching through draws and cupboards; looking for the first-aid kit. She didn't find a first-aid kit but something much better and mostly forgotten in a dusty draw, her stele.

She dashed to her side and lifted up his blood soaked shirt to find a deep stab wound in his lower side of his stomach, she gasped as she saw it. She looked up at him and his eyes were slightly drooping. She started drawing the rune and heard him gasp at the searing of his skin but she continued. It wasn't working; it just disappeared into nothing. She started to sob and then locked eyes with his as his bloody hand softly wrapped around hers. She leaned forward and kissed him softly, "You're not leaving me! Not now! Not after all we've been through!"

He chuckled slightly which only caused him to go into a coughing fit, blood dribbling down his chin. He smiled weakly, "I love you Clary."

"No! Don't say that! You are not dying!" She demanded in a shaky yet stubborn voice as tears poured down her cheek.

"Stubborn to the end." He said with a smile.

"It's not the end!" She said once again.

His eyes gestured up to the potion that was sitting on the table, "I guess we won't be needing that anymore."

Her slightly sobs turned into full cries, she leaned down and rested her head in the nook of his neck. She cried even more as she breathed in his scent, his scent that hadn't changed since when she first met him.

"Hey…" He said with a choky voice, "None of that."

She lifted her head and kissed him once more. The kiss was filled with all the passion she had ever felt for him, all the fire, all the love even all the hate in the beginning was in there but it didn't change anything, he was still bleeding to death in front of her eyes. She pulled away from the kiss and whispered softly in his ears, "I love you, forever and always."

"I love you to Clarissa." She looked at him for a moment and then he said in a slightly amused tone, "I guess Valentine was right."

"About?" She asked, tears still streaming.

He smiled and squeezed her hand, "To love is to destroy."

She squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to push away the brutal tears but her eyes flung open as she felt his hand go limp in hers.

"No… no… no, please no!" She said as she looked down at his lifeless face, blood still pooled form him and his cheeks were damp from her tears.

Her head dipped down and rested in the nook of his pulse-less neck and she let the tears of their love flow form her eyes.

She was brutally snapped out of her pain-filled, heart-aching thoughts by the sound of Louis' cries. She looked up to see him sitting in his high chair, squirming, trying to reach for more food. Her tears still fell as she slowly stood up, her lover's, brother's and enemy's blood dripped from her shirt but she made her way over to the winging boy and picked up the spoon and continued feeding him. Her whole being felt empty aside form the images that were running though her head.

The images of her and Sebastian; in Prague for the first time and the second, the Bone Chandelier, The Apartment, them with Jacinta, being asked to be his queen, finding out she was pregnant, losing her baby, him telling her that he loves her and her saying it back, being introduced to the circle, meeting Jacob and Becka, getting told stories about him by Jacob, getting hit, making up, and his promise along with everything in between and after.

Their love…

Their struggles…

Their loss…

…their survival.