Together

Chapter 2 Need

After the event at the Walmart the group had come back to the institute and called a meeting in the library.
The lightwoods, herondales, and hodge sat down and listened as Jace told them what had happened. The room was quiet as they all sat shocked. Luke was holding Jocelyn. As Jonathan stood pacing the room.
Jonathan's mind was racing and his heart was pounding. How was she alive? Did she know about him? Was his father also alive? So many questions were popping up in his head.
"We need to find her." The words left his mouth in a rush. It felt like he was drowning. The though that there was any chance that...
"Jonathan i don't think that is such a good idea." Stephan stopped his train of though.
"What do you mean?" Jocelyn stood up.
"I mean if she's alive can't we assume that so is... so is her father." The room grew silent as he spoke.
"You think she's working with him?" The anger in Jonathan's voice was clear as day. "And because there is a chance that he raised her your just gonna turn your back on her?" He was now in Stephan's face.
"We have to protect our people, Jonathan." Something in him broke. They were gonna leave her with his father because she never got the chance to be with them.
"It could have been me." He backed away sliding down the wall. He didn't know when the tears came and he didn't try to hide them.
He cried for his sister. He cried for the life and adventures they could of had together. He cried for the guilt he had from being raised with love and happiness. He cried for all the pain she must have endured. He cried and wished that she was here to wrap her arms around him and tell him she was fine.
But she wouldn't. She couldn't. If she was really with their father. He cringed and felt his heart break.
"John..." Isabelle tried to touch his shoulder but he shoved her away and stormed out of the room.

By the time the Morgenstern children got home with all their supplies Valentine and Molly where home from their circle meetings. From the moment the children walked in they could feel it in the air something was wrong. They rushed into the kitchen and found Molly staring at Valentine ,who had his head in his hands.
"Father." Clary spoke softly coming to her father side. She put her hand on his shoulder like she had done all the times something like this occured.
She was his little angel. And at times like this it was only she who could put him at ease.
"What is it?" Mark asked. The boys stood next to their mother.
"She's here." The words left a chill in the room before their anger rose.
"She?" Sebastian probbed. His eyes were going completely black. Molly grab his arm as he tried to make his way to his father.
"Jocelyn." Valentine spit out. Clary's face paled and her mind drifted away. There was a fire blinding her. There was smoke in her lungs and she couldn't breath. Her body was burning.
"So what?" She heard Ami say and she wanted to slap him.
"It seems that she has the cup. Her and her mutt are staying in the institute so it will be difficult to retrive it."
"Difficult but not impossible." Clary spoke. Valentine smiled at his daughter.
"Exactly." He stood up looking at his family. "Do not fear. We will retrieve the cup and when we do nothing will stop us from overthrowing the clave." They all smiled at the though.
"Of course we will. We are Morgensterns." Ami laughed out.
"Boys go train. Clarissa come with me." They all went their separate ways. Everything seemed normal but as clary smiled at her mother she saw tears in her eyes and a pained expression on her mothers face.
From her fathers office she could hear the boys training down the hall their laughter echoed in her ears as her father shut the door.

His words had shocked her. Hours later Clary was laying in bed ,Sebastian's head was pillowed on her chest. Her head rested on Mark's lap and Ami's head rested on Sebastian's back.
"So when do you leave?" Mark asked. She stop running her fingers through Sebastian's hair for a moment. She looked at the clock and sighed.
"Now." She said. The boys looked at her their expressions giving away nothing but their eyes told her they hated this. They hated her going without them. Though they hated it they would not disobey their fathers orders.
They all stood up and walked her to the front door. Their mother and father waited for them. There no sound execpt for the sound of Clary's heels.
Her father had her dress in common mundane club dress. A tight, silver and black sequences dress, black stiletto heels, her red hair was pin straight with a silver head chain and her makeup was perfectly done. From the dark eye makeup and flawless, pouty,red lips.
She would be on the arm of her father tonight. Who had dressed like death himself or maybe a biker. He had decided against gear and put on a pair of black jeans and a tshirt. He wore his combat boots and his black, leather jacket. He looked completely normal except for the weapons belt on his waist.
They would be an odd pair but that was part of the show. They always drew attention in their differences. They prided themselves on it.
Clary turned and hugged her teary eye mother. Then she held both Mark and Ami as long as she could whispering I love you in their ears. Finally she walked back towards the stairs where her demon lay waiting as always.
He hated being away from her even if it was just for an hour or two. He hated her going out and risking her life without him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held Sebastian to her small body. Something felt off to him but he ignored it as she said I love you and began leaving with their Father. As she was walking out she heard.
"I love you more, flower." Her heart sank a bit more.

The club was in full swing. People everywhere. Music blasting. It was the perfect party but it was also a death trap. Clary could see all the downworlds and demons in the room as she stood next to her father her arm around his. Unlike most of the mundanes in the room. One day her father would change that but for now she would be their silent hero.
"Find them." Her father said in her ear. She already knew the plan draw a demon away to play but make sure a Shadowhunter saw her.
She scanned the room till she found the perfect victim. A shape shifting demon. A female Shadowhunter was watching him. The girl wore a long blonde wig and all white dress. Clary saw her chance and took it. She could feel her fathers eyes on her as she made her way.to the demon.
The girl might have though she had him in her clutches. But she hadn't added clary into the equation. Clary's and the demons eyes locked and she gave him a sweet, innocent smile. It helped when her cheeks turned a bright red and she looked down.
He walked up to her and smiled down. She knew she had him now.
"Hey cutie, what's your name?" He gave her a smile.
"Hi." She squeak as he had her against a wall. "Cl...clary." her blushed deepen and she could see the Shadowhunter watching them. The demon followed her glaze.
"Why don't we get out of here?" He grabbed her hand and lead her outside.

Isabelle was in shock as the door leading outside shut. She rushed to the supply closet where Alec,Jace,and Jonathan were waiting for her.
"She's here." She gasped out.
"Who?" Alec came over to where his sister was catching her breath. Her eyes met Jonathan's.
"She'e outside with a demon. Come on she's alone."
"Who iz?" Jace asked.
"By the Angel." She looked to Jonathan. "Your sister." As the words left her they raced out. As the cold air of the night hit them. The sight infront of them made it ten times colder.
There she was Jonathan's sister on her back laying next to a pool of demon blood. She was scooting away from a big, broad man with snowy hair.
"Father forgive me please."she cried out as the man yanked her up by her arms. He shook her and before any one of them could move he slapped her.
"You fail me and then beg. What a disappointment." He spat at her.
"Father..." she got onto her knees infront of him. " I deserve any punishment you see fit father." She closed her eyes as the man raised his hand and hit her again and again. Over and over, blow after blow they watched till Jonathan could take no more.
All he saw was his sister tears running down her face. He jumped onto his father's back and brough him down to the floor. He pounded his fist into the evil mans face till his sister cried out. He turned to see her in Isabelle's arms reaching out for him. A second later she was in his arms and that was all his father need to get away.