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Jace felt his heart sink then. He couldn't see her like this. It hurt him. He felt the pain in his chest as strong as if there were a blade inside him. "Ppl-please don't be upset. We can...I mean." He sighed as he shook his head. "It was the happiness realization I have ever had in my life, Clary. I never wanted to be your brother.. But I couldn't figure out how to say the words. How to tell you I love you but we still can't be together."

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Jace heard her voice tearing through the apartment. Each word cutting through him like a knife. “Clary..” was all he managed to say at first. Looking at her alone made his brain short circuit. He didn’t know what to do now that he had find out that she wasn’t his sister. He had fooled himself into believing he never felt for her. But that wasn’t true. “I. I just…I…I don’t know..”

“Oh God, I feel so stupid…” She muttered and a sigh escaped from her lips, she wanted to be mad at Jace but she just couldn’t because he didn’t have the entire fault, the fault was of Sebastian, not the other one. A sigh escaped from her lips and put her back on the wall “I feel that I can’t trust anyone but Simon….I was okay without even knowing that..people should stop toying with our emotions like this….”

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Jace heard her voice tearing through the apartment. Each word cutting through him like a knife. "Clary.." was all he managed to say at first. Looking at her alone made his brain short circuit. He didn't know what to do now that he had find out that she wasn't his sister. He had fooled himself into believing he never felt for her. But that wasn't true. "I. I just...I...I don't know.."

“Jace?” She knocked on the door but since he didn’t answer she just opened the door and yeah, he was actually inside “I can’t believe you. Why you didn’t tell me? Why the hell you didn’t tell me that you weren’t really my brother and that Sebastian or whatever his name is…is the real one? Why I was the last person to know about this?” No, she wasn’t calm, she was angry.

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"Tomorrow." He agreed. But that was before she heard her next spiel. He felt his jaw tighten. He didn't like the thought of Valentine taunting her. He didn't like to think of him next to her. If he had hurt her...he wouldn't forgive himself for letting such a thing happen. He loved her. He always would in some way. He reached up and cupped her cheek. "I lived with him for the first ten years of my life. He left Michael Wayland and his son body to burn in place of his and my own. That's just the way it is Clary. I know him. Whether I like it or not he is my father. Our father. That is just how it is." He told her as he shook his head. He bit down on his lip hard and pulled himself away from her closeness. "I should get back home. Izzy is expecting me...or something." He said as he turned away and began to walk. He couldn't handle this right now. He had already been in a doom and gloom mood and this only made it worse.

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“Aren’t I always?” Jace said confidently as he continued to smile. “I literally am always free. Just say the word and I’m there.” He assured her as he gave a little nod. His heart sank a little. Friends. He was stuck on the word for a moment. Siblings. Friends. It didn’t matter as long as he had her. “Yeah. Of course. You’re one of the most important people in my life.” He admitted as he looked down. “Ask me whatever you what and I will be honest.”

“Yeah, you always are like that” Clary said with a small smile “What about tomorrow?” She asked looking at him, maybe that way they could train and she can show him that now she was getting good, that was always good “And you are one of the most important people in my life as well, I hope you don’t forget that, I love you, Jace, I love all of you…you literally became like my second family and I trust all of you, even Alec, I know we don’t really are best friends but still…” She muttered with a small smile “Okay, is about Valentine. Do you think he was lying? About you being my brother? I don’t doubt that we protect each other and that we care for each other, that’s great but when I was on that ship, I told him about you, he told me you were dead and I was feeling angry, I wanted to just fight him, you know? But the thing is, he was talking and when I asked why he wasn’t upset about you being dead because you are my brother, he just…laugh like he was just…making fun of me, like I said something funny. I was having doubts about that but also because my mom said that his eyes, my brother’s eyes were just darkness and he was darkness and everytime I see you, I see light and kindness. I’m sorry, I just needed to know if you think that maybe there is chance that he was lying just to mess with us or something? I hate the lies, I really hate it”

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This is a text convo between Sebastian and Jace. I threw in some self para action to further explain the plot we have been working on. Please be mindful that there are Shadowhunter/The Mortal Instruments spoilers involved here. If you do not wish to know possible future events on the show please refrain from reading.

Jace: Your face has haunted me ever since I came to this town. I remember every person I ever saw on that ship. And I remember your face. I’ve seen people here with the same visage but it was when I first heard it. Your name. I remembered that name. I remember seeing you talking to my father. Like you were his closest friend. And I’ve been trying to ignore it. You told everyone you were once friends with my brother and sister so I chose to trust you. Clary told me she had lived with you and she trusted you…but what were you doing on this ship and what are you doing here? Sebastian: Escaping. Before the ship MY father locked me away in a cottage. I escaped onto the ship and then I escaped here. The man called me a monster my entire life. Don’t you think I deserve better than that, Jace? Jace: Okay it sucks your father was an asshole. But what does that have to do with being girlfriends with Valentine? Sebastian: …you really are blonde, aren’t you? Valentine’s my father, Jace Herondale. Therefore OUR father sucks. Think, Jace. If Michael isn’t your daddy, who’s to say Valentine really is? I am Jonathan Christopher.

Jace felt his had spinning. Herondale? Valentine’s real son? He didn’t know what to say. His life was so full of lies he didn’t know which one to believe. Could Valentine really have raised two sons and kept one a secret? Of course in that mad man’s case it wasn’t hard to believe. He had stolen another man’s face while he burned slowly in the Fairchild home. None of this made sense but unfortunately he had brought this on to himself. And the hits just kept coming.

Sebastian: You can not tell the Lightwood’s Jace, I just want to be free of him.

Not tell his family? That wasn’t an option. He had told them he wouldn’t lie anymore. Promised. He couldn’t betray them. He had done enough of that. Then again, this Sebastian. No. Not Sebastian. Jonathan. The real Jonathan. He had been raised by the same monster…maybe he could just…hold off on telling them. Jace was just as guilty as Sebastian was. Had done the same things by order of the man they called father. Just maybe…

Jace: You will tell them. When this is all over. I will not lie to my family again Sebastian: They’re going to strip me from my runes or worse just kill me. Jace, please.. Jace: You. Will. Tell. Them. When. This. Ends. Or I will tell them all now. Sebastian: Jace… Jace: If you know “our” father as well as I do then you know what the Clave thinks of me. Sebastian: Imagine what they think of me. You’re not me. You’re my brother.

Brother? He had a brother. Alexander Lightwood was his brother. Not to mention he had called him by another name.

Jace: You called me a Herondale. Sebastian: Because that’s what you are. Stephen Herondale’s son to be exact.

The battles of the Uprising were known throughout the shadow world. Stephen Herondale had died during the war. And so had Michael Wayland. Could he really…?

Jace: How do you know that? Sebastian: I told you. I know too much about the circle and father’s glory days. I want to help. I could be your in. If I was helping him, don’t you think I would have done it already? Jace: The Circle thinks I am dead. I know where they are. I could make an attack any time I wanted. I don’t need an “in” Sebastian: And you honestly think father has not moved location since your “death” Jace: How can I trust you? Sebastian: Because I’m the only one who lived a live in remote comparison to yours. The abuse. Mental and physical. Jace, please. I want this world rid of him, too. … Jace: Then we have the same goal.

That was the last message he read. And he read over the conversation again mentally trying to put the pieces together. Stephen Herondale was his father. Valentine was not. Sebastian was the real Jonathan Christopher. And then suddenly, it clicked.

Clary wasn’t his sister

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“Aren’t I always?” Jace said confidently as he continued to smile. “I literally am always free. Just say the word and I’m there.” He assured her as he gave a little nod. His heart sank a little. Friends. He was stuck on the word for a moment. Siblings. Friends. It didn’t matter as long as he had her. “Yeah. Of course. You’re one of the most important people in my life.” He admitted as he looked down. “Ask me whatever you what and I will be honest.”

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"Trust me. Your one of the most beautiful things to have ever graced this earth. I mean. It's in the genes." He said giving her a small wink. The best way to distract himself from his feelings was to simply forget them. He put his hands on the girls shoulders and shook his head. "We will cross that bridge when it comes to it...I think maybe for now we should just try to enjoy the peace have found here. Our fight with Valentine will come. I hear your training is going well...you need to show me sometime."

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“That’s because you always look good.“Jace replied before he regaled he said it. His cheeks flushed for a moment before she just continued to speak like nothing happened. "You don’t have to worry about me, Clary. I have sworn off of suicide missions. I promise.” He told her with a little smile and reached up pushing some hair from her face. “So what are you doing our and about?”

Clary just smiled a bit “Well, thank you but just sometimes I don’t really feel that way” She muttered and the girl just crossed her arms, listening to him “I’m not sure. I mean, I try to do always something to think about something else but I always have those dreams about him and honestly, when I think too much, I want to go back to that ship, help the others and kill him already”

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"I have felt with many a magical creature in my life but never a wackspurt. If you see one you'll have to point it out, ya?"

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“A wack what?” He asked with a chuckle. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

          ‘ wackaspurts, they are magical creatures. ‘

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"I wouldn't want them to have attacked you. I just...I watched everyone I ever loved drown before my eyes...you being the first. I didn't speak to anyone for a while and then Lydia showed up at my door and i finally had a chance to talk about it cause she got attacked too." Jace took a deep breath and shook his head. "I'm happy to be here with you. Just us. I am happy you have Jackson. He serves as a good distraction. I'm kind of jealous I don't have that. With Lydia it's usually always about work in one way or another unless we are actively trying to not do that." Jace rolled his eyes a little and stood up. "Which is exactly why I am going to ask you to go to the dance floor with me because I don't want to deal with any more pouting. Lets have fun, little sister."

Isabelle felt a bit guilty about having her boyfriend around as much as she did. She was terribly smitten with him that she almost forgot about everything else. “I’m so sorry. You’re right, Jace.” She said with a weak smile, now feeling bad about not caring for her family at the Seelies, instead, her attention went to her werewolf boyfriend. “I’m sorry I wasn’t so attentive.. I never really was there for you nor Alec after the attack. They didn’t even get me..” She replied barely audible over the music, and with that she bought their first rounds.

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Jace looked down at his glass again and gave a small nod. "Thank you." He said softly, surprised how easily a complete stranger made him feel slightly more at ease about the challenges before him. "Do you uh, want to join me, or whatever?"

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“And what if I don’t like either of the choices I see before me? What if the choices I make now only allow the past to repeat no matter how much I fight it?”

           ‘ your choices shape the future but they dont define it. and somethings things are gonna get bad before they can even get better. i know how it feels to be stuck in something you dont want or not know how to handle. ‘

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"That's because you always look good."Jace replied before he regaled he said it. His cheeks flushed for a moment before she just continued to speak like nothing happened. "You don't have to worry about me, Clary. I have sworn off of suicide missions. I promise." He told her with a little smile and reached up pushing some hair from her face. "So what are you doing our and about?"

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Jace hugged her back a bit more tightly than he intended. Like he was just missing her warmth and behind close to her. He sighed softly and managed to pull away. “Well I’m glad…that’s good to hear.” He wished he could say the same but unfortunately for him their father was something he often thought about. Even with Lydia around. Like a wound that never healed. He forced a smile as he like down at her. “You look…well.”

She smiled a bit at him “I guess that’s it…” The girl muttered and a sigh escaped from her lips, looking at Jace’s gaze, he was clearly still thinking about him, she can tell already “Well, I look better than I am, actually” She admitted and just crossed her arms “But you don’t look good. You are not going to try something reckless, right? If you are let me know, at least I can help you with something. He’s my father too”

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"Oh trust me. No one would ever suspect your peppy ass to be anything other that sickeningly optimistic." Jace teased, a little grin coming to his lips. He didn't know why but Simon was growing on him a little. It was a love/hate relationship. Mostly hate but was trying for Clary. "So I hear you're the one who is stuck rooming with my sister." He said trying to make him sound as uninterested in the girl as possible. He hated any reminder of the feelings he had once felt for the small redhead.

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Jace rolled his eyes. “I was wondering when our paths would finally cross.” He muttered. His relationship with Simon had always been less than perfect. Especially when he said things like that. “Well then you’re going down with me, aren’t you?”

“I am sooo taking that as you missed me,” Simon quipped. It seemed he wouldn’t possibly be able to ruin Jace’s mood any more, so he might as well have a little bit of his own fun. “I’m not being a pessimist though, and I don’t think the world’s about to go down. In fact, I am 98% certain I’ll come home to Clary later and find her eating the leftover candy.” 

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"Don't worry. No one human would be able to see it." Jace said pointedly, a small prelude to his next confession. "I believe they were fire but you seem different so I am going to assume you spark a little more." He chuckled softly as he leaned back a bit. "Take a seat." He invited suddenly feeling awkward for having her stand over him, sipping at the warm liquid in the mug. "The children of the nephilim. Half angel, half human. More commonly known as the Shadowhunters. We are basically responsible for keeping peace with the species. Protect the humans or what we call mundanes from the demons and rogue what nots of the supernatural world."

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“Oh yeah, totally. I am so so good…”

“– Sure.”

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Jace gave the girl a small nod. "One hell of an intuition you have there. Pretty much have me pegged." He admitted, actually quite impressed how accurate her assumptions had been. "I am from Europe originally but I had lived in New York for about eight years before I moved here. Dad kept asking me to join the so called family business and I didn't want that so here I am." He said changing bit of the story and telling half truths as not to sound anything other than human.

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“Ill take your word for it.” Jace said with a bit of a chuckle. His nose crinkled a little. “Yeah. Something like that.” He agreed. It want like he could explain to a mundane in a nutshell what his father would be considered. The truth: the man was a rogue half angel hell bent on killing any one who got in the way of his plans to take over ruling his fellow nephilim and destroying the supernatural creatures he didn’t approve of. Mafia boss was a bit of an easier explanation.

Kat narrowed her eyes, nodding slowly. “… Right.” There was something in the way he answered that made her suspicious, but she wasn’t going to ask him directly. “So, you’re basically in hiding, then?” she asked him, prodding a little bit. Couldn’t hurt, right? “Decided to move to a little town like Magnolia so he couldn’t find you, right? Let me guess… you from New York?” Because every single mafia film she watched took place either in New York, Boston, or Chicago; and she was intrigued by the mafia life.

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"Well the life of a nephilim is usually rather short I just...hoped mine will be longer. Although...my sister did date a ghost once. So at least I could still date." Jace said off handedly not really remembering who he was blabbering to. He seemed to care less and less about that law. All of the laws of his kind really. But he couldn't admit that to most. They would think him like his father and he didn't want to be compared to him.

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“Yeah I know but it’s either sit here or meet my fate sooner.” Jace said as he leaned back and looked at the other. “Life is such fun, yeah?”

“life?” noah let out a quiet laugh at that, “yeah it’s fun, i guess.”  the ghost took a quick glance around, as if to make sure no one else could hear.  “what’s wrong with meeting your fate sooner?  it’s going to happen no matter what if it’s fate.”

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"I can see it. Got the whole glowing aura thing going on." Jace explained as he leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over is chest. "New York is where I am from. Only time I ever met another kitsune was on a mission in Tokyo." He grinned, eyes speaking volumes as he looked her up and down; as if they were saying 'I know something you don't know'. "Ever heard of a nephilim?"

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Jace looked up at the girl and his brow cocked a little. “A kitsune. Don’t get many of those in New York.” He mumbled allowed. He made it a habit now to check if those he were speaking to were downworlders. He should have known about Erica from the beginning. “Yeah. Sucks a lot.”

kira’s brows shot up in surprise as soon as he identified her species. she hadn’t expected him to know anything about her — after all, he was a complete stranger. ❛ how did you know ? ❜ her voice was lowered to a whisper but her words were rushed. ❛ and what about new york ? ❜ 

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"Ill take your word for it." Jace said with a bit of a chuckle. His nose crinkled a little. "Yeah. Something like that." He agreed. It want like he could explain to a mundane in a nutshell what his father would be considered. The truth: the man was a rogue half angel hell bent on killing any one who got in the way of his plans to take over ruling his fellow nephilim and destroying the supernatural creatures he didn't approve of. Mafia boss was a bit of an easier explanation.

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“What is a Nickelback?” Jace asked with a raised brow. He laughed dryly as he took a sip from the glass. “My father probably wants me dead. Or worse at his side. And that’s just scratching the surface. So please tell me the bright side of that.”

“They’re a Canadian rock band. They’re terrible.” Upon hearing his situation, Kat’s eyes widened, making her take a large gulp of her drink. Either this guy had a terrible family, or he was just a drama queen. “I take it you and your dad are estranged,” she said dryly. “What is he, a mafia boss or something?”