WARNING: CHARACTERS ARE OCC, LIKE THEY HAVE BEEN THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE STORY.
A/N: Hey, guys. Christ, it's been awhile, and I'm sorry. I've been super stressed, and I'm failing two of my freakin' classes :( No worries, though, cuz I'm BACK!
*sob* This is the last chapter in the story.

Clary sighed, pressing her face into Jonathon's shoulder, willing herself not to cry. Crying wouldn't get Alexis back. Crying wouldn't kill that big ass demon that was carrying her friend off.

Crying would just make her eyes puffy and blotchy.

"Clary?"

She felt strong arms wrap around her and gently pull her away from Jonathon, who seemed to be frozen, mouth open.

Jace brought her to his hard chest, soothingly stroking her hair, resting his chin on her head. "We'll get her," he murmured. "It'll be..." he trailed off, obviously not wanting to say 'fine'.

Clary shook her head. "No," she said stubbornly. "It won't. They're going to kill and torture Alexis, and then do their stupid voodoo to her kid."

Jace sighed. "Yeah, well, they probably think she has the Mortal Cup."

Clary blinked and looked at him. "I thought you guys locked it up?"

Jace shook his head. "Nope. Valentine's got it."

Clary pulled away from him. "Valentine's dead."

Jace shook his head. "Only Valentine's genius enough to be able to control Abbadon. He sure as hell isn't dead."

Clary swallowed. "So...what you're saying is, Valentine's got Alexis?"

Jace nodded, surveying her cautiously, as if waiting for her to blow up.

Clary shook her head and crossed her arms, her face eerily calm.

"Oh, well," she said in a dangerously soft voice. "I guess we have to kill him." She glanced at her stunned brother. "Again."

?POV

The cup was light in his hands, thrumming and vibrating, and he could practically feel it thumping, as if it had a heart stored away inside of it.

It was alive in his hands, the rubies winking at him slyly, daring him.

He smiled. She'd said that the Ritual wasn't an easy task, he'd have to draw the exact amount of blood, and know exactly what to say to the Angel.

He pulled the Mortal Sword out from the library's desk, smiling softly to himeslf. His parents and sister would be so proud.

He gently placed the Angel's cup in the center of the room, inking marks around it.

Closing his eyes contentedly, Max Lightwood pierced his heart with the Mortal Sword.

CPOV

"What do you mean, I can't go?" She knew she looked like a bratty two-year-old, but Clary didn't care as she stomped her foot petulantly.

Jace sighed and glanced over at Jonathon, begging silently with his eyes for him to help out.

Jonathon rolled his eyes and glared at his sister, feeling guilty that she was to stay with Alec while he, Jace, and Magnus went to save Alexis and their mother.

"Clary." He raked a tired hand through his hair. "You have to stay here, and, you know, help Alec walk."

She groaned and glared at the Shadowhunter, who shrugged guiltily back at her. He'd taken a nastly blow in the hip by one of the warlocks, and was walking with a heavy limp.

Clary shrugged reluctantly and glared at Jonathon. "You'd better bring him," she jerked her head at Jace, "back alive. Or I'll kick your ass."

Jace smirked.

Jonathon frowned at her, obviously affronted. "What about me?" he demanded. "Aren't you going to threaten him into bringing me back alive?"

Clary winked and kissed his cheek. "Nah," she hummed. "I can't make out with my own brother. Bye."

Jace snickered at Jonathon's disgusted face, pecking Clary swiftly on the lips before jumping in the Portal Magnus had made.

Jonathon gave Clary a brief hug, trying to push thoughts of her and Jace going at it, but had some difficulty. Damn.

He strode quickly into the Portal, and Clary turned to look at Alec, who seemed to be having some difficulty letting go of the warlock. Clary smiled to herself. At least she knew neither would be hitting on Jace or her brother anytime soon.

"Ahem."

Alec pulled away from Magnus, looking embarrassed, but Magnus just smiled like the Cherishe Cat.

Clary winked at them, before jerking her thumb at the slowly fading Portal. "You'd better haul ass before your ride leaves," she told him.

A flicker of hope passed Magnus's face, before Clary sighed and shoved him in the Portal. "Don't get killed," she yelled.

Clary smiled at Alec, sweetly. He instantly recoiled.

"Give me your stele."

Frowning curiously, Alec tossed the redhead his wandlike weapon, and groaning with realization as she dropped to her knees ( A/N Not like that, you twisted sickos!) and pulled up his pant leg.

Ignoring the insistent burning, Clary gently carved an iratze on his calf.

Alec let out a hissing breath, and eyed her wearily. "We aren't going to wait for them, are we?"

Clary gave a giggle, grinning wickedly at him. "Oh, Alec. You know I wouldn't have it any other way."

LATER...

"Alright." Alec leaned back against the hood of a parked car outside of a club, his eyes closed with infinite patience. "So Valentine's alive, and he wants the mortal Cup. What do we do?"

Clary shrugged and glared at him. "Hell if I know. I thought the bastard was dead."

Alec nodded and scratched his cheek, thoughtfully. "Well," he said finally. "We definately don't want Valentine to know that we're planning an attack."

Clary stared at him. "You don't say?"

Alec frowned at her impatiently. "I swear to God, you and Jace could be related."

She cocked her head. "Sure. I always did find that incest thing hot."

He shuddered. "Gross, Clary. Okay," he tapped his temple with his index finger. "We need a car."

She cackled. "We've got one."

Ten Seconds Later...

"You're kidding," he said flatly.

Clary rolled her eyes at him, bendng over and rehooking the wires.

"I'm actually serious."

Alec peered out the window before glaring at her. "Are you insane?" He growled. "We could get caught."

Clary shrugged, starting the car. "Chillax, faggot," she said in a crooning tone, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "I've done this hundreds of times."

Alec raised an eyebrow at her. "You've hotwired and stolen cars?" He asked skeptically.

Clary nodded, stomping her foot on the gas. "Sure," she said casually. "And if I ever got caught, I had enough gas to beat the coppers." She glanced at him. "The majority, anyhow."

Alec groaned. "Institute," he groaned. "We need information."

Alexis raised her head slightly, glaring at him. "I told you already, she groaned. "I don't know where the goddamn cup is."

He tsked and shook his head. "Pull," he ordered the warlock next to him, who nodded before spinning the wheel, pulling Alexis's arms and legs.

She bit her lip to keep from screaming, drawing blood in the process. Oh, well.

"Tell me," he ordered.

She panted heavily, before glaring at him. "Go piss up a pole, dick muncher."

"Pull."

Valentine got the satisfaction of watching the girl scream.

As soon as the Mercedes screeched to a halt, the passenger side flew open, and Alec divedto the ground, kissing the grave passionatly.

Clary kicked the driver's side door open, scowling at him. "Oh, don't be such a drama queen," she complained. "My driving isn't that bad."

Alec jumped up, brushing himself off. "No, it's not." he glanced at her. "It's worse."

Clary sniffed at him, and ran down the driveway and up the front steps, pounding on the door. "Max," she called. "Max, open up."

Alec frowned and hurried over to stand next to her. "Maybe he fell asleep." But his voice was doubtful.

Max always answered the door.

"Move over." Alec gently shoved Clary aside, whipping out his stele and quickly slashing the wooden door.

The door dropped to a pile of pathetic splinters, and Alec immediataly ran through the door. "Max? MAX?"

Clary swallowed heavily, taking off after him.

"NO!"

Jace wiped the sweaty curls off his forehead, squinting through his position behind the bushes. "Three guards are guarding the kid. Two have Alexis."

Magnus sighed and glared as he swatted at the mosquitos.

"I still don't know why," he muttered. "Clary's father would ever want his hideout to be near the crappy swamp."

Jonathon shrugged. "He's a homicidal maniac, that's why." He looked over at Jace. "I'm going to go look for our mom."

Jace frowned, tapping the moist dirt as he thought. "Don't get caught," he said finally. He pulled out his seraph blade. "Gabrielle."

Jonathon nodded, before ducking away.

Magnus glanced at Jace. "When were you planning on going in?"

He rolled his eyes and stood up. "Now."

Magnus nodded and a blue orb formed around his fingers. "You get the girl. I'll get her daughter."

Apple was seated at a stone tablet, her stringy black ringlets covering her face.

She felt...powerful. Strong. Invincible.

Her head snapped up at the sound of screaming. Thumps and screeching of clashing swords rang in her ears.

Her prison door swung open, and a tall man, with sparkly spik black hair and jewelry grinned at her like a housecat would.

He raised a finger, and her chains fell to the ground. "Uncle Magnus is here," he said, dropping to the ground, obviously exhausted.

"Alec," Clary said sharply. "Please. We can't do anything for him. Help me look for the Ancient Book."

Alec was seated on the floor, cradling the dying boy on his lap.

"You know," he said in a high, faraway voice. "Max had always wanted to use the bow and arrow? He always thought it'd be a supercool weapon, and Robin Hood used it. Who's Robin Hood? Max loved him. He always said-"

Okay. So it's obvious Alec won't be helping me with our little project, Clary thought.

She turned back to the shelf, her fingers skimming the endless supply. Pulling out a random book, she flipped it open.

"Hey, Alec?" she looked up at him. "Is there an index in this thing?"

He rocked back and forth, hugging Max's head to his chest, murmuring to himself.

"Jesus." Clary shook her head, regretting she'd ever let Jonathon go without telling him she loved him.

She flipped idly, until a design on one of the pages caught her attention.

Clary's eyes shot up, scanning the designs Max had drawn with his own blood apparently, on the floor.

They matched.

"Alec." She tugged on his arm. "Move for a sec."

He looked up at her, confused.

"Now."

She tapped her chin thoughtfully, and raised an eyebrow. "Looks like somebody was trying to preform the Ritual."

Alec nodded. "He didn't write his name in the circle, so he couldn't technically summon Raziel."

Clary looked at him, thoughtfully. "You think it'd still work if we wrote our names?"

Alec shrugged. "Let's do it."

Magnus held the girl, Apple, up on his shoulders, stepping over the dead guards' bodies.

Apple tugged at one of his spikes. "Where's Mama?"

He patted her leg gently. "My friend's getting her."

"You mean that blond Valentine just killed?"

Apple squeezed the Warlock's neck, glancing over at a tall man, in purple robes.

Magnus raised an eyebrow. "Damn, you're still alive?"

He sneered at Magnus, putting his hands over his hips. "The slave and your friend are dead. But don't worry," he grinned nastily at them, "You'll join them soon enough."

Magnus just smirked. "Close your eyes," he murmured to Apple.

The girl squeezed her eyes shut, but peeked through her fingers, and shuddered. Magnus had blown the other warlock up, his blood splattering the walls.

"Let's go look for your mother."

Jonathon frowned at the familiar hallways, wishing desperatedly for them to disappear.

He'd used to live in this hideout, for fourteen years.

Jonathon ducked into the shadows, narrowly missing the eyes of one of Valentine's demonic guards.

"Crap." He sighed as he pulled the witchlight his mother had gotten him when he was thirteen.

Where would the physco hide his wife? Closet maybe, but that was more Bluebeard's style.

Definitely not a basement, because that's probably where his father kept Abbadon.

Abbadon.

The perfect watch-dog.

He tiptoed silently, on his way to the basement.

As he'd predicted, Abbadon was seated in the prison, and his scarlet-haired mother layed sprawled out on a slab of stone in a corner.

What would Alexis do, you moron? Probably kick the demon's ass and walk off into the sunset, he answered himself silently.

Kick it's ass. Kick it's ass.

"I knew you'd come here, half-demon."

Kick it's ass.

"Are you going to kill me?"

Kick.

"Or hide behind your slutty girlfriend?"

It's.

"What are you waiting for, you bastard?'

Ass.

With an animalistic yell, Jonathon lunged at the Greater Demon, empty-handed.

Abbadon swiped at him with his poisoned claws, but Jonathon easily ignored the sting of the claws, raking at the demon and biting into it's flesh.

He punched, kicked, and thrashed against the demon.

Jonathon, on an act of whim, sank his teeth into the back of Abbadon's neck, knowing it was useless.

To his surprise, though, the minute his teeth touched the demon, it flinched slowly sank to the ground, slowly writhering away into nothing.

Huh, Jonathon thought sardonically as darkness wormed its way in his vision.

I am a monster.

Jace stood there, in the middle of the doorway, raising an eyebrow.

Alexis was chained to a torture instrument, her brown curls matted with sweat, her brown eyes glittered stubbornly at him.

Valentine was standing at her feet, glowering at Jace scornfully.

Jace leaned casually against the doorway.

"Kinky," he drawled out, glancing at Valentine. "I like it. Remind me to use it later, would you?" he directed the last question at Alexis, who just rolled her eyes.

Valentine cleared his throat. "What are you doing here?"

Jace sneered in his direction. "Saving her ass, and hopefully getting some from her friend when I bring her back."

Alexis snorted. "You wish."

"I know."

Valentine shook his head. "Neither of you are leaving, I'm afraid. You see," he smiled, oily and steely. "Both of you have valuable blood, and no doubt know where the Mortal Cup is."

Jace shrugged. "Probably somewhere in Idris."

Alexis wrinkled her nose. "I had hoped you'd shove it up your ass."

Jace snickered, but stopped at Alexis's small whimper of pain, and he realized Valentine had turned the wheel.

He raised Gabrielle, but Valentine just chuckled and rolled his eyes. "As if that could kill me," he taunted.

Jace smirked. "It could."

Valentine rolled his black sleeves up, baring his left bicep at Jace. "No, it couldn't."

It was a rune unheard of, but Jace could read the inked tattoo as if it were English.

"Invincibility."

Clary closed her eyes, almost afraid to open them, and see if her idea had worked or not.

"Clarissa Morgenstern."

Her eyes snapped open, and she stared in awe.

A tall man-creature-angel, floated right in front of her, silky lax golden curls, gold eyes, and glowing skin. It was a little melodramatic, sorta like Disney.

His wings were pure white, trimmed with black and droplets of red, showing that even angels weren't pure as snow.

"What?" she snapped in irritation.

He raised an eyebrow. "You have summoned me, have you not?"

She was tempted to tell him off, like, No shit.

But, knowing he had the power to snap his fingers and for her to explode in flames, stopped her.

"Yes," she said calmly.

"Have you a wish for me to grant?"

Yep, definitely Disney. Who was he trying to be, the fuckin' genie?

Clary frowned at him. "What wish?"

Raziel raised his nose up at her scornfully. "When you summon me, I can grant you one thing you want."

"Great," Clary said sarcastically, looking over at Alec. "So, no pressure or anything."

Alec frowned. "Did you write my name down?"

Clary raised an eyebrow, but nodded.

No hesitation, Alec looked at Raziel. "Bring Max back."

Raziel furrowed his eyebrows. "Are you sure you don't want to wish for a gender change?"

Clary saw red. "Fucker!"

"Clary." Alec grabbed her arm, pulling her down next to him. "Shh."

She scowled and shook her arm off, but was silent.

Raziel sighed, and looked down at Max. "It is not wise," he murmured. "To tempt fate."

Clary seethed. "It's also not wise," she growled. "To piss me off."

Alec closed his eyes. "Oh, hell."

Raziel crossed his arms. "Oh?"

"Yeah-"

Clary was cut off by a loud crash.

"CLARY? ALEC? JACE? MAX!" Isabelle's hysterical yelling pierced Clary's ears.

The thumping of footstps neared the library, and two wolves, Simon and Izzy, and a Hispanic boy Clary didn't recognize tore open the door.

Isabelle took one look at Max, then Raziel.

She dropped to her knees; as did the wolf bigger of the two.

The Hispanic boy just bowed his head, clutching the golden cross that hung from his neck.

"Nombre de Dios," he breathed.

Raziel glanced at him. "You are damned," he roared. "You do not belong here."

To Clary's shock, the small brown wolf morphed, and Maia stood in its place, holding the boy's hand protectively. "Fuck you, cock breath," she snarled. "You don't belong on Earth, who the hell are you to be talking?"

Alec, Isabelle, and the big gray wolf, visibly cringed at Maia's rant.

Clary smirked. "She has a point," she murmured softly. "You don't belong here. So why don't you just bring Max back and leave?"

Raziel stared at her in shock, obviously not used to be put in his place.

"You will regret this, Child," he warned her.

Clary shrugged. "I'll take my chances. Now," she clapped her hands. "Max, please."

LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
JNSPMXS:

Alexis winced as Valentine sliced at Jace's sleeve, drawing a line of blood.

Why the moron was even trying to fight a man with an invincibility rune was beyond her.

She blinked. He was distracting him! Of course! So not everything he does is in the name of stupidity, after all.

Now how the hell am I going to get out of here?

Alexis groaned to herself. Dammit. Jace would probably be dead by the time she could think of something...

"Alexis."

She glanced to her right, where a tiny glass window was. Magnus, the High Warlock of Brooklyn's face was pressed up against the glass, her daughter clutching onto him, looking petrified.

Magnus's index finger twist, and Alexis felt the chains holding her wrists and ankles slacken, and fall.

She jerked her head at Valentine, but Magnus shook his, head, pushing the window quietly open.

Valentine looked up at the noise, giving Jace the power to swiftly stab him in the gut.

Not that it did any damage.

Alexis scrambled off the table, knowing Valentine was right on her heels.

"Get back here!" He roared, hands swinging and grabbing at her. "You are mine!"

Darkness.

It was everywhere.

It consumed him.

"Wake up, you moron!"

Someone slapped his face, and Jonathon sat up, finding himself in a dark forest.

"Right here, Einstein."

The hell...Jonathon blinked at glanced to his left, and was shocked to see a short, pretty girl about sixteen, with black ringlets and chocolatey brown eyes. Jonathon squinted. Why'd she look so familiar...?

She rolled her eyes. "Took you long enough."

Jonathon raised an eyebrow. "Who're you, again?"

The girl smirked and rolled her eyes. "You know who I am. My aunt raised me."

He frowned at her. "What happened to your parents...?"

She sighed heavily, leaning back on a tree with drastically dark bark. "They're dead."

"What happened?"

She shrugged. "My mom got killed in front of me. A man wrapped some chains around her throat and snapped her neck. And my dad," she paused. "My aunt doesn't say much about him. Except for that you were killed a few minutes before her."

Jonathon looked at her sympathetically. "Where am I?"

She looked at him warily. "To be honest with you, you don't look real familiar. Definitely not a servant or slave." She looked thoughtful. "You aren't Royalty, are you?"

Jonathon stared at her. "Do I look royal?"

She shrugged. "You're in Idris."

He shook his head. "No way."

"Way."

"But it's so..." he paused, searching for the right word. "Dead."

She smiled grimly. "That bastard Valentine's got it like that. He doesn't like anything to be reminded of his wife, Jocleyn."

Jonathon swallowed, hard. "What was your mother's name?"

She blinked. "Alexis. Why?"

He shook his head. Dropping his face in his hands, he shuddered. "You look so much like her..." he breathed.

Apple stared at him curiously. "What do you-"

"Wake up, Jon," said a voice that wasn't Apple's.

"Huh?"

Jonathon blinked sleepily.

Apple frowned. "I didn't say anything."

"C'mon. It's time to wake up, honey."

Jonathon blinked, feeling an invisible hand tap his shoulder, lightly.

"Mom?"

Apple inched away slowly.

"Jonathon Fray, if you do not wake up this instant, you are so grounded."

Jonathon's eyes slowly opened, feeling heavy.

His mother was hovering over him with a worried look on her face, green eyes anxious.

When she saw him wake up, her concern was immediataly replaced with anger.

"What the HELL did you think you were doing, jumping Abbadon like that? You could've been killed."

Jonathon shook his head, trying to clear the newly spun cobwebs. "Sorry, Mom. But we gotta go."

He stood up, bringing her up with him.

She looked at him curiously. "What're we doing?"

Jonathon scratched his ear uncomfortably. "Saving my girlfriend."

He grinned at her shocked look, spinning on his heel and running to find his two girls.

The chains were cool on her sweaty neck.

Alexis forced herself to stare into her daughter's eyes, biting her lip to keep from screaming.

Valentine was going to kill her.

Apple stared back at her, her eyes sad, with a hint of recognition and realization. As if she'd been expecting this.

Huh?

"Get away from HER!"

Alexis blinked, jerking her head to the side to see Jonathon running, in, his hands clasped tightly around the hilt of a sword.

She bit the inside of her cheek. Damn, he's HOT when he's mad.

As if he could read her mind, Jonathon rolled his eyes at her and smiled, before returning his attention back to Valentine.

"You will not touch her," he hissed angrily at his father.

Alexis swallowed, wondering whether she should stay with Jonathon, or go run out to Magnus and her baby.

She stood still.

MEANWHILE...

Raziel's breath was smoky, curling in thin tendrils around Clary's head.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Raziel boomed out.

Surprisingly, it was Isabelle who nodded. "We've already asked, like, twenty times," she muttered crossly.

Clary crossed her arms impatiently.

Raziel rolled his eyes, and murmured something under his breath at the boy.

Then, he misted away. No boom. No smoke. No creepy music. just...gone.

Max, however, sat up, rubbing his eyes wearily. "Did it work?" he asked curiously.

Isabelle and Alec threw themselves on him, yelling at him for doing something so stupid, so risky.

Clary smiled wanly, relieved that Max was alright.

She caught Maia's eye from across the room, and saw her concern reflected in hers.

The boys were still gone.

!

Jace began to launch himself at Valentine, with his back turned he was vulernable.

But Clary's mother, Jocelyn, caught his eye and shook her head. Instead, she inclined her head meaningfully at the stele in his weapons belt.

Oh..

Jonathon sank his blade in Valentine's ribs-moron obviously didn't notice his invinciblity rune-which of course did no damage.

It did anger him, though.

Valentine sneered and swung his sword at Jonathon, who barely had time to duck as the blade sliced at his cheekbone.

"Now," she hissed at him. He nodded, launching himself at Valentine.

Valentine, caught off-guard, fell to the ground on his knees, Jace straddling his back.

"Destruction," he breathed to himself. Then, raking his nails down Valentine's jacket and shirt, Jace ripped his shirt off and carved the rune for destruction into his skin.

?

Clary stood next to Alec, outside of the Institute. They were both waiting.

"Clary?"

She turned to look at Alec, blinking. "Yeah?"

"Don't hurt him."

Clary gave a small little smile. "I wouldn't dream of it."

"Hey, guys!"

They both snapped their heads in the direction of the voice. A short teenager with chocolate eyes and curls smiled at them. "Get your asses over here!"

Clary slapped Alexis upside the head, Alec nodded at her. The three of them jogged over to the fading portal from across the street.

They were all there. Jocelyn, Jonathon, Apple, Magnus...and Jace.

Clary hugged her mother and scowled at Jonathon, and he flipped her the bird.

Translation:

I love you, asshole.

I love you too, bitch.

She hesitated when she reached Jace. She remembered Alec's words. Don't hurt him.

As if.

Clary grinned shyly at him, and held her arms out. Jace rolled his eyes but grinned, tugging her into his arms.

Their lips met eachother, slowly.

Forgetting they had and audience, Jace tugged Clary's legs up so that her thighs squeezed his waist, both of them groaning.

"HOLY SHIT."

Jace was so shocked he let go of Clary, causing her to fall on the ground on her ass. "Hey!"

Jocelyn was staring at the two of them, her mouth hanging open. "The hell..."

Heehee.

So.. That's it for 'I Can See You'. Bummer.

Ahem. If you're confused about Jonathon's 'Vision', just understand he was unconcious and possibly delerious.

But serioulsy, if he HAD dies, he, Alexis, and Jace would be dead. Pansy ass.

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