Okay, so a really long Chapter, but I couldn't bear to break it up. This is the final one, and I hope you like the ending!! Enjoy!

As always all the characters belong to Cassandra Clare (Except one). Thanks for reading this far!!!!

Clary fumbled for her stele trying hard to remember the plan she had figured out with Jonathan while she faced the demon holding Jace's stele.

It waved it at her mockingly as Jace seemed to stir, finally waking up from his deep sleep. He stretched and opened his eyes, but they felt glued shut. He tried to stretch his arms, but something held them together. Pain flashed up his wrists, but it was nothing compared to the agony all over his torso and his thighs. It hurt to breathe, to move the tiniest bit. He couldn't help but cry out, the pain blocked out all reason, all memory of why he was here. What had happened?

But Jace couldn't focus all his senses felt dull, he could feel himself slipping away and feel himself screaming and it hurt. His chest felt like it was exploding, and then he heard a voice, he knew that voice anywhere. He focused on the sweet determined sound and all his senses sharpened, he was aware of the chains that bound his wrists, he was aware of the dark space before him. He was aware of a loud sound, it hurt his ears to hear it, and it was a scream of absolute agony and pain. He prayed it wasn't the owner of that glorious voice that he would never tire of hearing, but it was then he realised it was him that was screaming. He tried to stop, but it overwhelmed him and he no longer had any control over his voice, but he could hear just enough to hear that sweet sound that he knew would keep him happy until the end. Clary, his wife.

Suddenly the voice was more than just a sound, he could hear the words like his favourite song, "You'll never win. You think I came here to just give you my baby? That I could just let you take them both? Either you're very stupid or very naive. Which is it?"

"Foolish girl you'll never win, either of them. First I'll kill you and take your child. I will force that idiotic husband of your to watch as you die slowly. It was going to be the other way around, but I feel like having fun. He already damaged that weakling Jonathon's body until I fashioned him a new one. A better one.

"Yes, Clary you see, it wasn't your brother that killed that boy and helped Valentine, it was me. He tried to warn you, but you just weren't listening, to busy pining for that feeble boy Jace. He's still in here trying to help his dear sister, but I keep him under control."

It was Clary that let out a shrill laugh over Jace's cries. She only did it because it was the only thing that stopped her running to Jace, but she stood her ground.

"Oh, I already know that! Stupid demon. But you have to get it into that thick head of yours that I will not let you have anything that belongs to me that includes my husband, my baby and my ...brother."

With that the demon lunged towards her talons out and teeth bared, but Clary just closed her eyes and did the only thing she could do, she drew. She drew the rune in front of her in the air, it was simple, yet powerful (wasn't it always that way?) just two circles side by side their rims just touching. The gold lines hung in the air as the demon crashed through them and they disappeared, the demons mouth turned up in a grimace, "your runes can't save you now shadowhunter, it didn't do anything, passed right through me." It let out a high pitched laugh, and Clary laughed too.

"Stupid demon that rune wasn't to save me, it was for you. It was actually Jonathon that came up with the idea, a rune for Division, I think he called it."

"Well child, it has not done anything, I'm still here."It was then that it noticed the gold lines emblazoned on its abdomen. Two gold circles.

"Oh, but that's where your wrong." This time it wasn't Clary that spoke, it was a small figure curled up behind the demon. Clary recognised that blonde hair, the dark eyes and the thing limbs.

It was Jonathon, a mere shadow of what he was before. His breathing laboured, he carried on, "You see because I was a shadowhunter I made you more powerful than any other demon," the demon had now turned in what appeared to be shock towards Jonathon's small form, "but now with Clary's special Division rune it has separated us, you no longer have my shadowhunter abilities to feed off, you are just a normal greater demon."

Something seemed to change in its expression for a moment, it features contorted its talons curled. It was then that it seemed to notice the glowing blade poking out from its chest. Clary held the other end and twisted it and then it curled in on itself and was gone.

Clary let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding and called out over the cries of both men; "Jonathon the antidote!" she waddled over to him and bent down slowly and he held out a gnarled hand with spidery fingers and covered in scars. A little vial of green liquid poked out from between his fingertips, "Are you sure it will work?"

"Yes I'm sure, and Clary?" she turned her head and looked deep into his black eyes that showed his pain, but also something else, guilt, love? "Clary please don't leave me, please?"

She nodded carefully, her heart full of compassion for her brother, who she wished she could have saved sooner, one look at him and she knew it wouldn't be long.

But she had to get to Jace who seemed to have passed out again, that was when she remembered the key, the key to the shackles around Jace's wrists, she looked at Jonathon who was lying on the floor, quite still. She feared he had died, but as she went over he coughed and Clary realised she was quite relieved, this surprised her after all he had done, but then she told herself that it wasn't him that had done this and pushed all the bad thoughts she associated with his name out of her mind. She didn't want to disturb him so she searched the tattered ruins of his clothes until she found a brass key, this had to be it.

She ran back to Jace and tried the key, it worked and the shackles fell away. She cupped her hand under his chin and tipped the liquid down his throat making sure all of it went in. Then she sat down and pulled his head into her lap stroking his hair and praying it would work, she was too afraid to see what was happening under his shirt until he finally opened his eyes and smiled, a smile she knew so well and had missed seeing in such a long time, it was a smile of pure love.

Jace pulled his shirt up himself and it was gone, all that were left were a smattering of small scars, but they just looked like part of the pattern that was already there. They both breathed a sigh of relief, but Clary still looked worried, she could still see Jace's ribs and wrist bones, he had some colour back, but was still sweating. Jace seemed to notice this too.

"Don't worry baby, it doesn't hurt anymore, you did it. I guess I'll have to spend some time in the gym though to get those gorgeous muscles back that you love so much!" He laughed and Clary laughed to glad that he felt better; he twisted round to kiss her when something caught her eye.

Lying in the middle of the floor was Jonathon, he looked deathly pale like Jace had earlier and she hurried over to him.

"Jace we have to help him! He saved us, saved you!" she pleaded she looked down at his mangled body, it was thin and malnourished and she looked up at Jace's face and saw the reluctance in his eyes.

"Jace Lightwood you ungrateful...I don't know ungrateful something, you pick him up, we are taking him back to the Institute with us, he needs help, he saved your life and he's my brother. You know it's not his fault, you..." Her voiced trailed away as tears filled her eyes, remorse for all the years that she had thought her brother a monster, and she knew from when she looked into Jonathon's eyes that he felt one hundred times more remorse than she ever could, a lifetime of watching yourself hurt others, powerless to stop it.

It was as Jace scooped up Jonathan's frail form in his arms, that she noticed Jace struggling, he shouldn't be struggling she thought, but then muscle that was usually in his arms was gone, so Clary didn't dwell on it any longer as she made a portal. Jace carried Jonathan through first and as Clary took a step towards it she suddenly felt something, but she carried on, and as she landed back in the institute she saw her waters had broken. She stood there awestruck; it was too early, it wasn't happening now!

The others had crowded around Jonathon, Alec, Magnus, Izzy and Simon were all shouting questions at Jace and Clary knew some were directed at her but she didn't bother to answer as she felt the pain, her voice was gone, and then her screams cried out as she motioned to Izzy.

"IZZY I THINK ITS COMING!" she said through clenched teeth

"Wha-, but Isabelle finally realised what Clary meant and then practically pushed her onto the bed next to Jonathon who was very still as Magnus worked over his, she could see blue sparks flying, but not much else, it was then Jace turned around and saw her face.

"What is it-Oh by the angel it isn't?"

"Yes, it is Jace now get over here!" Clary screamed at him as he came over and held her hand. Clary had been planning to have the baby at the institute anyway, but she was going to have Jocelyn and Maryse here, two people who actually knew what they were doing. Right now Jace looked concerned, but confused holding her hand, Isabelle was wringing her wrists looking lost, and Simon just looked creeped out. Alec looked a bit like Simon his, and Magnus was still working on Jonathon, she was glad that he was concentrating on her brother.

Clary was close to tears as she realised no one had a clue, all the while trying to breathe. Clary decided it was time to take control, "Isabelle I need you to take a look, and you need to tell me what you see.

"I d-don't know Clary, I'm n-not really qualified to do this."

"Well if I could I would, but I can't, you need to do it or it will have to be you Jace," Clary turned her head to glare at him, her face was all red and sweaty. Jace looked shocked, "Izzy get over here, you can do this, I know you can," Jace meant to be supportive, but it came out sounding like a question.

Isabelle took a deep breath and looked under the sheet they used to cover Clary up. "Oh god," she whispered holding a hand to her mouth.

"What? What is it?" Jace went to look and when he came back he looked quite green, "It's okay babe, just the top of a head," his face went even more green just at the thought.

"Erm, Clary I think you need to do that whole thing where you push," Isabelle tried to look sure, but she didn't.

Clary tried to think back to all those classes she went to, but it seemed like her mind was foggy, and she was already tired from when she killed the demon.

"Come on Clary, push." It was Simon now, still her best friend, still supportive as always. "You can do this."

Ten minutes later and Alec had left the room, Simon was about to be sick, and Jace...well Clary didn't know how to describe the look on his face; it was like shock, nausea and amazement rolled into one. He had gone over to where Isabelle was standing every so often to have a look, each time he looked greener and greener when he came back. But Clary was concentrating on pushing. Finally she couldn't do it anymore.

That was when she heard a small cry; she peeled her head of the pillows and looked at Isabelle who was holding a tiny baby, albeit awkwardly. Clary didn't realise she was crying until she felt them on her lips. Jace was staring and Clary could have sworn that she saw him crying then, although he would never admit it.

Isabelle did something before, trying to wipe off some of the blood and then handing the baby to Clary to see. It was wrapped in a blue blanket. Clary gasped when she saw the golden curls plastered to its head. The she gasped louder when she saw two bright green eyes looking up at her. Clary smiled, and the Jace asked almost shyly, "Can I hold him, Clary?"

"Of course, he is yours," Clary handed the baby to Jace already she felt a little reluctant to let him go.

Jace held the baby, his eyes looking down on the baby lovingly, filled with such pure joy and love that Clary felt herself tearing up again.

"I promise to be the best father in the world, I promise I will love and protect you. I will be a better father than mine was I promise." He whispered softly to the baby before kissing it gently on the forehead and handing it back to Clary.

Isabelle looked on at the scene genuinely happy for Clary and Jace, but again feeling left out that it would never happen for her. Simon saw and he put an arm around her waist, before whispering in her ear, "I'm sorry I can't give you what you want Izzy, but you did a really good job delivering it and everything. I love you so much, you were so brave."He kissed her then, and she kissed him back and they stood like that, they were still like that when Magnus came over.

He had a solemn look on his face, but it seemed to lift when he saw the baby, he smiled at them both, "I can't believe I missed all the fun," he said it playfully, but there was something underneath it.

"What about Jonathon?"Clary asked, but she already knew the answer.

"I'm sorry Clary he was too far gone, I'm sorry I couldn't do anything, he's sleeping, but there isn't much time." Magnus then went to find Alec, a sad expression on his face, he couldn't do anything again. Clary sniffed a bit realising she would never get to know her own brother before asking Jace to push her bed over to his, he did it without saying anything.

Clary reached over to Jonathon's sleeping form and brushed some hair off his face; he had a temperature, but was shivering. His eyes flickered at her touch.

"Clary?"

"Yeah, I'm here." She said softly stroking his hair.

"Thank you for not leaving me, I don't want to die alone."

"You not going to-

"I'm not silly, I know, I can feel it coming. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry, to all of you," he looked at Isabelle, "I know you won't believe me, but I didn't mean to, I'm sorry." He looked so sad, then Jace spoke.

"Thank you Jonathon, I'll never be more grateful than I am now, for saving my life and my family. You know we all forgive you. And I'm not sure this is the best time, but well you're an uncle!" Jace beamed at him.

"Really? Clary had her baby?" He looked at Clary in astonishment before noticing the blue bundle in her arms.

"Would you like to hold him, brother?"

Jonathon didn't say anything as he took the baby in his arms and looked down at its large green eyes that reminded him so much of his sister. He felt himself crying, but didn't care. Clary looked at them both with love, glad that her brother was here to see it.

"Have you got a name yet?" Jonathon asked

"Well I don't know about Jace, but I was thinking Jonathon Max Lightwood. What do you think?"

Clary heard Isabelle give a small gasp start to cry, while Jace only nodded in agreement and Jonathon looked at Clary with a look of complete happiness on his face.

"You're my brother Jonathon, I want you to be part of my life."

"Thank you Clary, Jace, thank you, I've never felt so happy in all my life," he smiled and closed his eyes. They didn't open.

Clary took her baby Jonathon Max back into her arms, tears rolled down her cheeks and she let Jace wrap his arms around her as she mourned the loss of her brother, but gained her beautiful child.

The End.

So I know it was really long, but what did you think? It wasn't to mushy I hope, but I thought that it was so depressing that it needed something happy. I apologise for anything that was wrong with the whole birthing scene, but I don't have any knowledge about delivering babies and I did my best.

I hope it lived up to all of your expectations!!! Please review this one for me, I need to know what you thought of the whole story!!! Hope you liked it!!!!!