Hey guys! Back with another chapter. Hopefully I'll keep up this pace of updating, fingers crossed I don't get sidetracked again!

Clary woke to the sound of murmuring in the distance. Her thoughts were fuzzy, and she felt completely disoriented. She was stuck somewhere dark, trapped tightly within four walls. She pressed her hands against the metal encasing her, and then froze as something rattled the wall next to her.

Clary skirted to the very back of her prison, clamping her hands over her mouth to keep herself quiet.

Footsteps drifted closer, there was the resounding clang of metal, and then someone said, "It can't be. It can't be. You died. I saw it."

"Jace?" someone else asked. The voice sounded familiar. Clary couldn't narrow it down, though.

"Jace…" another voice murmured. "Is it really you?"

The familiar voice spoke again. "Jace, how do you know this man?"

"He's my father."

There was a pause.

Then realisation hit Clary like a truck.

"Jonas!" she tried to call out, but her voice failed her. She tried again. "Jonas!"

Silence.

"Jonas! Help me! I'm trapped." Clary banged against the walls. "It's me, Clary. Jonas, please!"

There was a horrifying moment where she thought that they weren't going to let her out, that she was going to be stuck here forever without even knowing where she was.

Then there was another clank of metal and light streamed in, blinding her. She squinted her eyes shut and brought her hands up to cover her eyes.

"Clary? Clary is that you?"

Clary blinked against the light, vaguely making out her brother's face. "Jonas?"

"Oh my God, Clary."

Hands reached out and grabbed at her, pulling her free from her confinement. She grasped at her savior, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"You're okay now," Jonas murmured, helping her to stand. "You're free."

"Dad?"

Clary turned to see a blonde man gaping at another man. The blonde one looked familiar… But she couldn't narrow down where she'd seen him before. The two weren't paying any attention to Jonas and Clary. Clary eyed the blonde one closely, and despite his sickly appearance, he was… stunning.

"Son," the older man responded. The two embraced and held onto each other. "Oh, Jace. I can't believe it." The older man pulled back and examined the younger one. "Son, you're hurt. How did you find me?"

"You're dead," the blonde said. "Valentine killed you. Valentine's... Valentine's here."

The older man shook his head. "No, Jace. It's me." He then glanced at Clary and Jonas. "I'm Michael Wayland," he explained. "I'm Jace's father."

Suffice to say… Clary was incredibly confused.

Though, at least now she knew the blonde one's name. Jace.

"Look," the older man, Michael Wayland, began. "I know what Jace told you, but I've been here for ten years. Valentine took off and left me."

"And Jocelyn Fairchild?" Jonas asked.

Jocelyn, Clary thought, mind buzzing with all of this new information. Mom.

"He took her with him." Michael glanced between Jonas and Clary. "You are?"

"I'm Jonas," Jonas said. Then he pointed at Clary. "This is my sister."

"Clary," Clary explained. "Jocelyn's daughter."

Jace collapsed then, falling to the side. Michael and Jonas quickly caught him, the latter explaining, "It's Ravener venom."

"We have to find your father, not my father." Jace panted. "Valentine's…"

"His stele," Michael said. "Where is it?"

The man searched through his son's jacket, pulling out a tarot card. Jonas snatched it and said, "Back pocket."

"Back pocket," Michael echoed.

Michael reached around and grabbed some kind of stick thing. It kind of looked like the heirloom Clary's mother had given her. "Get it," Michael said. He pulled up Jace's shirt and began tracing one of the… tattoos that were revealed.

The stick glowed brightly, and the tattoo shimmered faintly.

"What's wrong?" Jonas asked when Jace grunted in pain.

Michael gave up on trying to make the tattoo glow. He explained, "The rune is weak."

"Ravener venom must be spreading. We have to get him help," Jonas urged. "We... We closed the Portal."

"Valentine's got a standing Portal." Michael heaved his son along. "Let's go."

The two walked off, murmuring amongst themselves, but Clary remained frozen.

Noticing her hesitation, Jonas walked over to her. "Hey, I know this is all super confusing, but you're going to have to suck it up and get a move on or I'm going to leave you behind."

"What?" Clary asked, shocked by his words.

He merely scowled at her and repeated. "Suck it up. Let's go."

Clary gulped, but hurried after him because there was no way she wanted to be left behind.

"Holy crap, Clary!"

As soon as Clary stepped in the door behind the three men, Simon had her in a hug.

"Simon!" She exclaimed, distantly aware of Jonas talking with Luke as Michael lowered Jace into a booth. "Oh God, Simon. I didn't– I…"

"Is it really you?" Simon asked as he pulled back from the hug.

Clary laughed, relief like she'd never felt before flowing through her. "Yeah."

"You've been missing for so long," Simon said. "I thought you were dead!"

"I hate to cut this reunion short," Jonas said as he rushed over to them. "But Simon, Jace needs blood. There's gotta be some kind of blood at Hotel DuMort. Could you call Raphael?"

"Calling won't work," Simon replied. "We have to do this in person. My van is in the garage. You drive, I'll hide under a blanket to stay out of the sun, and… there's underground parking in the hotel."

"Great," Jonas said. He dashed off, and Clary watched as her brother knelt down by Jace's side. "Remember how you told me not to die that one time and I didn't?"

Jace nodded weakly.

"Cool. Well, I'm not going to tell you to stay alive, because I don't really care either way." Jonas paused. "Though I would appreciate it if you didn't leave me with all that paperwork."

Jace chuckled weakly, and Jonas smiled at the man. He clapped a hand on the blonde's shoulder, and then pulled away.

He rushed over to Simon, "We gotta go."

"I'll be back, Clary." Simon reached out and hugged her briefly. "We'll catch up later."

Clary, not entirely sure what was going on but sensing it was best not to interfere, simply replied, "Sure. Bye Simon."

"Bye," he called and she watched as her brother and her best friend disappeared out through the door.

She stood there, mind a blank as she stared at the closed door. Then someone came up to her side and she turned to find Luke standing there. "Luke!" she exclaimed and then hesitated when she remembered what he'd said. "You– You want us dead! You want the Cup!"

Luke frowned. "...No."

"I heard you!" Clary exclaimed.

Luke paused, glancing back to where Jace and his father was. Then he met Clary's gaze evenly. "I think we need to talk. Let's step outside, give these other two some privacy."

Clary glared at him. "No way am I going anywhere with you."

"Think about it," Luke said. "Why would your brother bring his injured friend here and trust me to keep it safe if I meant any of you harm?"

"My brother didn't hear what you said to those buddies of yours."

"Clary… Whatever you heard, that was weeks ago!"

Clary's thoughts stumbled to a halt. "Weeks?" she repeated, dazed.

Luke eyed her with a sympathetic gaze. "C'mon," he said, grabbing her arm lightly. "I'll fill you in."

Clary was hesitant to go with him, but figured if she wanted to get to the bottom of things she didn't have much of a choice. They stepped outside, and Clary breathed in the fresh air, soaked up the sunlight on her face.

"I heard what you said at the precinct." She looked at Luke, suspicion shining in her gaze. "You told those creeps the last 18 years of your life were a lie."

"Those were Valentine's people," Luke said. "I lied to them to protect you."

"You want the Mortal Cup, just like everyone else."

"The Mortal Cup?" Luke chuckled. "That's the last of my worries. Clary, I've spent the last few weeks worrying about whether you were okay."

"I… I don't remember." Clary swallowed. "It's been weeks?"

"Yes," Luke replied. "What do you remember?"

"Just… Dot– or whatever she was, taking me away." Clary shifted uneasily. "And then nothing."

"Well," Luke sucked in a sharp breath. "It sounds like there's a lot I need to fill you in on, then."

Clary nodded. She desperately wanted to know what was going on. "Tell me everything."

Jace looked up as he heard someone enter the back of the restaurant where he was recovering.

"I hear you managed to not die," Jonas said as he approached. "Congrats."

"Thanks," Jace replied, amused. "It's almost like you care."

"Pfft," Jonas waved him off. "Never."

Jace grinned, and Jonas smiled back as he leaned against a nearby chair.

"I'm glad to see me and Simon's efforts didn't go to waste."

Jace shifted, holding out his arm to reveal the tap over the crook of his elbow. "Yeah, uh... fresh blood." He peeled it off, and chucked it over the back of the couch. "These vamps may be onto something."

Jonas paused for a moment, drawing in an airy breath. "I, erm... I just talked to your father."

"Yeah?"

Jonas looked like he wanted to say something else, but instead settled on, "That story you told me about the boy who trained the falcon with kindness? That was you, wasn't it? He broke your falcon's neck."

"I ruined it," Jace explained. "It wanted to be fed. It wouldn't hunt."

"So then just get a new one, keep that one as a pet. Why did he have to kill a poor, innocent creature?" Jonas huffed. "Why did he have to fuck with your psyche?"

Jace didn't know how to respond to that right away, so he remained silent for a moment.

"We're not mundanes, Jonas." Jace finally said. "He had a lesson to teach me. That's how it's done."

Jonas sighed. "Something's not right about all of this."

Jace watched as the man turned thoughtful. He let him be for a moment, before trying to gain the man's focus again. "So… Your sister…"

"Oh, Clary?" Jonas blinked and met Jace's gaze.

"I'm glad you found her," Jace said. "Even if we didn't find Valentine."

Jonas shrugged. "I mean, it's cool, I guess."

Jace quirked a brow. "You guess?"

"I'm glad she's not trapped anymore." Jonas sighed. "But it's… weird, that she's part of" -he gestured vaguely around them- "all of this now."

"I would say we can let her go off and do her own thing," Jace said. "Except–"

"Then Valentine would just grab her again and we'd be back to square one."

"If it's any consolation, you're not alone in this. I'll help you with Clary, and I'm sure the others will too."

Jonas grinned, victorious. "Can I just pawn her off to you then?"

Jace pretended to consider for a moment, and then said, "No."

Magnus Bane was not expecting a visitor.

When he opened the door at the sound of the buzzer, he eyed the sight of Alec with barely-veiled disdain. He was tempted to send the Shadowhunter on his way, but…

Magnus wasn't about to give up on one of the sparks of something he'd felt in years. Not yet, at least.

He turned and strode into his apartment, sighing as he went. "Tired of bickering over the guest list for your wedding?" he threw over his shoulder.

"I need to ask you something."

Magnus made for his bar stand in the corner of the room. "Hmm. Will it take long?" he questioned and grabbed a cocktail glass. "I have a life to live, and there's not much for us to talk about."

"It's not about me, or… any of that. This is about my sister."

"Oh, I see." He poured himself a drink, then glanced over at Alec. "Are you referring to the fact that your adorable fiancé has Isabelle on trial for treason?"

Alec didn't respond. Magnus figured that he'd guessed correctly.

He took his cocktail and sat down on the sofa, crossing one leg over the other. "What can I do for you, Alec?"

"My sister wants you to be her defense attorney," Alec began. Magnus stirred his drink with his pinky finger. "I said I would ask. But I'm sorry to bother you. I know… a Downworlder can't defend a Shadowhunter in court."

Alec began to walk away, and Magnus cut in.

"But a Shadowhunter accused of a crime can choose any advocate."

Alec turned back around, curious. "That can't mean a Downworlder."

"The Clave was so rigid and prejudiced back in what they call the Time of Angels that they didn't dream of a Shadowhunter asking a Downworlder for help. They didn't even bother to exclude us." Magnus got to his feet. "So, since, as you all say… 'the Law is the Law…' there's no stopping me from slipping through this gaping loophole."

Wanting to have a reason more than simply helping bring justice to a wronged Shadowhunter, Magnus added, "For the right price."

"Name it," Alec prompted without hesitation.

Magnus didn't even have to think about it. "You," he replied. Alec's brows furrowed slightly, and his gaze wavered. Amused, Magnus offered, "In fact, I'll do you pro bono."

Alec shifted, drawing in a deep breath. "Anything else?"

Magnus sighed, disappointed, but unsurprised. He took a few steps closer to the Shadowhunter as he considered. "What else is important to you?" he asked, and then spun on his heel as he thought it though. "What else tells me that your sister means enough for you to make a real sacrifice?" An idea struck him, and he smiled. "Oh... I know."

He turned back around and told Alec, "Your bow and quiver." Magnus eyed the man closely. "How about that?"

Alec hesitated, clearly reluctant to give up one of his most prized possessions. Then, to Magnus' relief, Alec agreed. "Done."

"Hm," Magnus hummed and took a drink of his cocktail.

He was glad that Alec was still so loyal to his sister. It made Magnus feel better to know that the man he desired still had some sense.

Now to just make him apply that sense to the whole Lydia debacle.

...Easy enough.

Jace glanced over at the booth where Luke, Jonas and Clary were seated. They'd been talking for the last hour or so, ever since it was decided that Luke and Jonas would be going to scout Renwick's that night.

Jace left them to it, figuring that if Jonas wanted his help he'd ask.

Instead, Jace sat and quickly became lost in his thoughts.

He was mostly stuck thinking about his father– which was unsurprising. The man had been dead up until only hours ago. Jace was still kind of in shock about it all, really. He glanced over at the man in question, who was fiddling with a seraph blade they'd given him.

"So I heard I have you to thank for taking care of my brother."

Jace looked up, gaze meeting that of Clary's. The redhead seemed calmer than she had earlier that day, and there was an intrigued glint to her gaze. Jace took in the sight of her now, no longer disheveled from weeks of imprisonment.

Instead, she'd showered and changed into a black, patterned shirt and burgundy jeggings. Her hair fell in soft curls around her face that dipped below her neckline.

Brushing away thoughts of her appearance, Jace glanced behind her to see that Luke and Jonas had left. They must've head out to investigate Renwick's already. Jace turned back to Clary and replied evenly, "It was a team effort."

Clary considered him for a moment, and then gestured to the booth opposite him. "Mind if I join you?"

"Would you listen if I said no?"

She smirked and sat down, ignoring his question.

"So, you and my brother are trying to find this Valentine guy to take him out." Clary leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. "And hopefully you'll find my mom along the way."

"Jocelyn," Jace elaborated on instinct, unused to hearing her referred to as 'mom'. Clary nodded. "Our main priority right now is Valentine."

"Well my main priority right now is getting my mother back," Clary replied.

"You won't be doing anything," Jace said. "My job is to keep you safe, and the kind of things we're going up against now… you aren't even remotely prepared for it."

Clary frowned. "And Jonas is?"

"He's been working hard the last few weeks to keep up with us," Jace said. "So… Yeah. He is."

"Doesn't sound like it."

Jace, surprised by her cynical tone, responded sharply. "You'd be surprised."

"It's just…" Clary sighed. "I don't see or hear from Jonas in four years and now he's back and fighting demons? I remember him as a fourteen year old boy, half the height he is today. It's just weird."

"You're going to have to get used to that." Jace leaned in closer. "Jonas can hold his own. It's impressive, really. From what I've seen, I can't believe he's only known about the Shadow World for such a short time." He leaned back with a shrug. "Maybe you'll pick it up as quick as he did."

Clary smiled, seemingly pleased by his response. "I hope so." She reached up and brushed some loose strands of red hair away from her eyes. Jace's gaze tracked the movement, inexplicably drawn to the sight.

"Either way, you're stuck with us now." Jace gestured in a dismissive manner, forcing his focus elsewhere. "And if we ever get some free time, you can ask for some tips on how to not get yourself killed."

Clary grinned, amused. "You're not very good at this," she teased.

Jace opened his mouth to respond with something that would've surely been hilarious and biting, but then Michael appeared, interrupting them.

He was then taken away to train, but he and Clary exchanged a pleasant farewell before he left.

It turned out there were (apparently) a bunch of demons guarding Renwick's.

Jonas was vehement on going there and taking down Valentine. Clary was mostly focused on finding her mother, and apparently there was a good chance that she was at the abandoned hospital.

It was decided that everyone would go, Clary included.

They'd wanted to leave her behind, but she'd insisted that she joined them. Jonas hadn't bothered to argue with her, Luke had been pissed but acquiesced when Jonas told him: "If Valentine wanted her dead, she'd already be dead."

The demons would still be an issue, but Clary had been explicitly ordered to stick by Jonas' side so that she– hopefully– wouldn't end up dead.

It was surreal for her to watch Luke, Jace and Michael battle right in front of her. They used these glowing blades and fought with kicks, shoves and punches with a severity that left her gaping.

"C'mon," Jonas urged, tugging on her arm. "We should go whilst the Circle members are distracted."

Clary swallowed thickly, shocked by the display in front of her. "Okay," she finally managed, and let Jonas drag her along behind him.

They snuck into the hospital, Jonas leading the way, a seraph blade arming his right hand, the other was tangled securely in a grasp with her's.

"When do I get a sword?" Clary asked in a whisper as they crept through the hallways.

Jonas hushed her, without providing an answer.

Clary, deciding to bring the subject up at a later point, pulled to a stop in front of a set of doors. Jonas walked right up to them and pushed them open, letting go of her hand as he did so.

They swung open, and Clary gasped as she spied what was inside.

"Mom…" she murmured to herself. Clary then rushed forward and froze as she reached her mother's side.

She rested a hand against her mom's cheek, relief surging through her at being reunited with the woman again.

The sound of footsteps caught her attention, and she turned to see Jace and Michael rush into the room.

Together, they slammed the doors shut.

"I think we're missing someone," Jonas commented as he eyed the pair. He drifted over to Clary, though he kept a wide distance between himself and their mother.

Clary noticed that fact and filed it away for later inspection.

"Luke told us to leave him," Jace explained. "We left him fighting Blackwell."

The blonde then proceeded to draw a... (what had Jonas called it?) rune on the door.

Clary rushed forward, not entirely sure what she planned to do but needing to get to Luke.

"No!" Jace exclaimed, grabbing onto her and stopping her progress. "What are you doing? Get back!"

"We cannot shut Luke out!" Clary shouted. "He has to make it inside!"

"He'll be fine, Clary," Jonas said. "He's a big bad alpha werewolf."

"We have to secure the room," Michael said.

Jace maneuvered her away from the door and screeching demons, intoning to her carefully. "Clary, you need to stay calm and let us handle it. If you don't, no one survives. Do you understand? We will get her home." Clary looked to her mother, panicked. Jace shook her, gaining her attention once more. "Look at me! We will find a way to wake her up. Do you believe me?"

Clary stared at him, his eyes searching hers. She couldn't find it in herself to say no.

"Get ready," Michael warned.

Jace turned to Jonas, and the two walked over to each other. "Jonas, now! We can't wait any longer."

Jonas nodded and pulled out some kind of chalice. Clary squinted at it, cocking her head and sifting through all of the information about the Shadow World that Jonas and Luke had given her.

Her best guess? What Jonas had… was the Mortal Cup.

Jonas then began to speak. "Hey, so— uh. Demon buddies, would you mind finding Valentine?"

If anything, the demons grew more ferocious, fighting harder to get inside the room.

Jace seemed shocked, surprised it hadn't worked.

Clary figured that was a bad sign.

"Demons," Jonas shouted, trying again. He was far more commanding this time. "Find Valentine!"

When that seemed to fail yet again, Clary began to suspect that something wasn't right. She watched as Michael turned to Jonas. "Let me try."

Jonas shrugged and handed the Cup over.

Michael took it and then glanced away for a moment.

"Come on," Jace urged, as Michael turned back to face him.

Michael then held out his arm, readying the seraph blade in his other hand.

Suddenly, Clary found herself being dragged behind Jonas, she yelped, and then fell silent. Right before her eyes, Michael dragged the tip of his blade across his forearm, cutting through a rune and disabling it.

"No," Jace gasped.

Michael fell to his knees, bending over as his body changed from that of the blonde haired man to that of a man Clary realised was Valentine Morgenstern. Her father.

...Also the big bad guy in this scenario.

"No," Jace repeated, as Valentine stood up.

Jace stared, distraught. He then steeled himself, raising his blade. "Valentine," he murmured.

"Eyup," Jonas replied.

Valentine held the Cup out and ordered, "Demons… attack my enemies!" He grinned. "I command you!"

Oh no, Clary thought.

The demons screeched and clawed their way through the walls. Clary felt Jace shift closer to her, and she glanced at him before snapping her gaze back to her brother as he shouted: "And…. Cut!" At his words, the demons immediately silenced and began to retreat. "That's a wrap on the creepy demon scene. Take five," Jonas said with a smirk. "Refreshments in the back."

Valentine looked about, confused.

"I mean… you're not a very good actor, Valentine." Jonas cocked his head at the man. "We might need to recast you. That mug" -Clary glanced to the Cup in Valentine's hands, which turned into a mug that read 'world's best dad' (she appreciated the irony of the statement)- "would probably do a better job at playing Michael than you did."

Valentine sneered at the mug and threw it to the ground, shattering it.

"Now, personally I like the idea of watching dozens of demons tear this bastard limb from limb," Jonas began. "Or–"

"No," Jace cut in. "Send them away. He's mine."

Jonas, apparently content with that option, turned to where the demon's were waiting in silence. "Okay, fellas, you're done for the day! See Denise for your cheques."

They left without fuss, and Clary turned to Jace as the blonde began to speak. "You pretended to be my father," he said.

Valentine shook his head. "I wasn't pretending, Jace."

Jace leveled the man with a death-stare. "You murdered him. You're a liar!"

He charged forward, holding his seraph blade to Valentine's throat.

"I am your father. I always have been," Valentine argued in a rush. "The face that you saw as Michael Wayland was mine. Then and now. It was a powerful glamour. I want you to know me as I am. To know the truth about me… and you."

"I call bullshit," Jonas said.

"He's our father," Clary added. "We know that for a fact."

Well, at least she was pretty sure they did. Jonas' story about the Silent Brothers and his memories sounded fairly undeniable.

"Yes, that's true. That's a fact. I am your father, Jonas," he glanced at her and continued, "Clary. And Jace's."

"Ugh… Ew. No," Jonas said. "You seriously expect me to believe that I'm related to him?" Jonas asked, shoving an accusing finger at Jace. "There's just no way."

Jace, however, didn't seem to feel the same way. He lowered his seraph blade, standing there, panting. The blonde didn't stop Valentine as the man walked up to a mirror and ran his... (wand? Stick? What had Jonas called it again?) Stele over it.

Clary glanced at Jonas, noticed that her brother seemed to be waiting for something.

She turned back to Valentine as he began to speak.

"Ah... My dear family… together at last. A lost mother, found. Two brothers, finally united." He smirked. "And of course, Clary. I left you for them to find, so we could all be together today. One big, happy family."

"Alright," Jonas muttered under his breath. "Jace had his chance."

Then, without warning, he charged at Valentine. For a moment, Valentine looked… scared, but then he rushed through the mirror, vanishing in an instant. Immediately, the portal- or whatever it was- closed behind him.

Jonas stumbled to a stop. "Fuck!" he cursed.

Clary… Clary kind of had to second him on that.

So I've had some responses saying to post as much of this fic as I can before s3 airs. At this stage, that is what I'll do unless ya'll say you want otherwise. If you're wondering what I'm talking about, I just asked last chapter if you wanted me to post all of this fic before s3 airs, or to leave some and space it out whilst season 3 is airing so you have something to read whilst we wait for each weekly episode. I'll probably wait until the mid season hiatus to start writing season 3, if you were wondering- so if I posted all of my fic before s3 aired then you'd have to go a few months without new content.

Though, I guess I could write some extra scenes to keep you all entertained (if you want me to post all the fic before s3 airs)

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GhostMbwa: Aww, that's so awesome! I'm not sure if you've followed this story, but if you have you should get an email when I post! Hopefully I'll post a chapter or two each week from now on :D I'm way too invested in Jonas too- and yes he and his system go through some ups and downs (besides the shadowhunters plot) but it's overall going to be a happy/enjoyable journey. I am v v tempted to write some more of the AU world... we'll see :P And ahh, you'll have some jomalec/malecnas soon enough! And a lot of it... :P Thank you so much for taking the time to write such a generous review, and I hope you continue to enjoy this story!

Hey now I have a question: What should the shipname be for our three boys? Jomalec or Malecnas?