To start, I would just like to say that my thoughts and prayers go out to those people effected by the terror attacks across the world. Especially in Paris (which I have heard the most about), I can't even begin to comprehend the sorrow and panic people are going through right now. I sincerely hope no-one reading this was directly involved, and I pray everyday that the families effected would find peace. x

The game was a blur of tense cooperation between Jon and Jace. Usually seen as the strongest players -the pair leading the team, they couldn't let a feud ruin their chances of advancing to the finals. When the final buzzer sounded they clapped each other on the back briefly, and moved on the congratulate their team members and shake hands with the opposing team. Back in the sanctuary of the locker room though, no truce was evident. The team was not oblivious to this, and watched warily as the pair got ready to leave silently. Ten minutes later the coach walked in, a grin on his face.

"Well played today gentlemen. This means in two weeks time will be our first round of finals. It's an away game so we'll leave on the Friday at the beginning of 3rd period. Please rest up over the next week and keep in top physical condition. You're dismissed, Jace and Jon can I see you in my office before you leave?" He ordered as opposed to asked, and walked off without waiting for an answer. The tense silence began again as the rest of the team slowly trickled out in hushed whispers of celebration plans.

"You coming tonight guys?" Raphael asked as he paused on his way out.

"Not sure," Jon replied quickly, disappearing down the hallway to the coaches office.

"Probably not, have a beer for me." Jace responded with a smirk. Raphael laughed, "That I can promise you. See you later."

Jace slapped him on the back as he followed Jon's retreating figure down the hallway. Jon knocked on the door and entered, surprised as the coach told Jace to enter at the same time.

"Please sit down."

Jon sat down stiffly in the padded chair, while Jace sprawled lazily across his.

"Despite what you boys; and the rest of the team, seem to think, I am not oblivious to locker room talk. Often I wish I was as you hormonal teenagers blab on about teenage girls in an inappropriate manner, but you appear to have not noticed this or you simply don't care. That been said I am aware of a lack of locker room talk; especially after a win as crucial as this one was. I did in fact notice the tension between the two of you today and I am not impressed. You managed to mask it fairly well but I'm not entirely sure you realise the influence the two of you have.

You fight, the team will pick sides and as the saying goes a house divided by itself cannot stand. The pair of you lead the team, and usually very well at that. You were both slightly off your game tonight and I'm not sure you realise how narrow this win was. Ignore the scoreboard, there were countless times when the two of you didn't work as the seamless pair you usually are and almost lost points from this. I want this sorted, and I want it done before practise next week. I don't care if you fight but don't do it on my field. You're dismissed."

The boys filed silently from the room and out into the bright midday sun, getting into their separate cars and driving off, to the same destination. Despite catching up on most Fridays, game days would often be treated as another reason to catch up and today was no exception. Jace pulled into his house as the Frays and Lightwoods did. He pulled his gym back out and swung it over his shoulder, leaning down to give Clary a chaste kiss when she came over to him.

Jocelyn cleared her throat and they pulled away. "You played well today Jace."

"Thank you Mrs. Morgenstern."

Jocelyn smiled tightly. "Is everything alright between you and Jon, you seemed a bit off."

Jace gave her a calculating look, his eyes flickering between Jocelyn and Clary.

"I'm not sure. He wasn't happy with me when I got there this morning." He replied slowly.

Clary looked almost guilty. "Yeah Jace there's something I need to talk to you about."

Jace looked down at her. "Alright, I need to go put this stuff in my room."

"I'll come with you."

Jocelyn again cleared her throat. "Door open, yes?"

"If you keep up like this mum, people will think theres something permanently stuck in your throat."

Jocelyn fought back a smile and rolled her eyes, following the pair up the front path. Jace opened the door and held it there for both of the women.

"Ha! You're such a suck up Jace." Clary teased as they trooped up the stairs.

"It's called being a gentleman, and your mum hates me so everything counts." Clary jumped onto his bed and spread out, while Jace put his clothes in the wash and put his bags away.

"Maybe we should talk later. I didn't get a chance to have a shower, so you should probably go downstairs."

"That's never bothered you –"

"Your mum hates me because your pregnant. Innocent or not, me coming down with wet hair while you were in the adjoining room to my shower will not go down well."

"Fine. But just to clear things up, mum made me tell Jon last night."

"Ah, I was right."

"Yeah sorry, I didn't want to distract you."

"It's alright. Though a heads up would have been nice. Your brother hates me. So does your mum, your dad will when he finds out."

"Jace relax. Jon will get over it. My mum will get used to it, and my dad won't hate you anymore than he'll hate me."

Jace sighed, "I'm not so sure."

"Trust me Jace, everything will be ok. And uh, Jon doesn't know the whole story."

"What?"

"He doesn't know I'm pregnant."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. Seriously. He might think you gave me an STD, but I'm trying to hold of telling him for as long as possible."

"So he knows we're having sex."

"Yes, that part he knows. I'd better go before someone comes to hunt us down. Have a good shower."

Jace raised an eyebrow. "That sounds really-"

"Get your mind out of the gutter!" Clary exclaimed, her cheeks going red. She left his room and went downstairs, Jace's laughter following her out. She noticed that Jon wasn't there yet, but Mayrse, Isabelle, Simon and Alec were. Max didn't come, neither did Robert. Clary sat down on a bar stool beside Isabelle.

"Hello."

A chorus of hellos responded to her and she helped herself to the bowl of chips on the counter. Celine walked in, phone in hand.

"Is everyone happy with pizza?"

The answer was affirmative so Celine called the pizza place and placed their usual delivery. After hanging up, she joined the gathering of people in the kitchen.

"Hi Clary! I didn't see you come in sweetie."

"Hello, yeah sorry I was talking to Jace."

"I thought someone was missing. Exactly where is he?"

"He was having a shower cause he didn't have time after the game."

"Oh, okay. Where's Jon?"

"He went home to have a shower, but he should be coming soon," Jocelyn responded from her place at the table. Everyone had noticed the tension between the two on the field, and were interested as to how they would go in an enclosed space together. The group sat and talked about an array of different things, Jace joining them at some point. He and Alec disappeared to play X-Box, leaving the women in the kitchen until the pizza arrived. Just after the pizza arrived, Jon pulled up and from the peering eyes through the windows, seemed to be taking his time in walking to the front door. Clary sat down beside Jace at the table, collecting two pieces of pizza and a can of coke. Jace laced his fingers through hers under the table and she smiled. The door opened and closed quietly, and everyone waited with baited breaths as Jon entered the house.

"Hi." He said curtly, taking a seat at the opposite end of the table beside Alec and crossing his arms.

"Jon! I raised you better than that, where are your manners?!" Jocelyn exclaimed. Jon rolled his eyes, and managed a smile.

"Hello everyone, thankyou for having me Celine." Celine fought down a smirk and looked at Jon.

"No problem Jon, help yourself to pizza."

Jon did just that, and slowly conversation returned to a normal, if not slightly awkward level again. When lunch was finished, Jace stood up, stretching his arms and cracking his neck. "I think I'm due to beat you in x-box again Alec."

"You wish, I was winning."

"Was, being the key word."

Jace tucked his chair in and walked off, pausing at the doorway. "Uh, Jon, Simon? X-Box? Or did you wanna get a membership for the mothers club?"

Celine threw a paper cup at his head, which he only just ducked in time.

"Are you trying to kill me! Your only son, your flesh and blood –" Jace curled in on himself as an array of napkins, soda cans and cups were thrown at him. "Fine, I know when I'm not wanted." He stalked off, mockingly being angry and Alec just grinned and followed him. Slowly Jon moved away from the table, disappearing through the doorway.

"Simon, do you want to go?" Isabelle asked.

Simon mumbled an affirmative and also pushed away from the table. He didn't know his way around the house too well, but well enough to find where the boys had disappeared to. He arrived to find the most awkward situation. Alec was leaning against the wall looking bored, while Jace and Jon were apparently in the middle of a stare down.

"Ah, should I-"

"You can stay Simon," Alec commented happily. "This will be much more entertaining than X-Box anyway." Simon awkwardly nodded and sat on the closest couch. He usually felt let out and excluded when hanging with the guys. For one thing, they were all older and they though they didn't mean to they would often talk amongst themselves before making a half assed attempt to include him. When he did make an appearance at the constant gatherings the family had, he usually excused himself to sit with Clary and Izzy, though they were usually in a big group mushed together.

"Did you want to say something Jon?" Jace asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You know exactly what my problem in, Herondale." Jon spat out.

"Oh Morgenstern, we're going for the last names? Okay, if you insist. But please, enlighten me."

"Alright, the fact that you and my sister-"

"Yes?"

"That you, you know!"

"Jon you lost your virginity when you were what? 15? And you can't even say the word yet? Man up."

"You slept with my sister."

"No, I slept with my girlfriend."

"Same thing. Your not even going to try deny it?"

Jace sighed. "No, I can't be stuffed with this shit. Just punch me or whatever you were wanting to do and be done with it."

"I can't believe-"

"Jon she's 17, hardly a baby needing protection anymore. And 2 years older than you were. And we've been dating for two years. Deal with it."

Without blinking an eye, Jon pulled his fist back and punched Jace in the jaw.

"I swear if I ever hear or see anything, I will throw you off a cliff."

"Damn, I didn't think you were actually going to punch me." Jace admitted, rubbing his jaw. "Do you feel better now though?"

Jon smirked. "Strangely, yes I do. Take care of her or again, I will throw you off a cliff."

"Understood. Now, Fifa?"

Clary and Isabelle cautiously walked into the room where the boys were hanging out, unsure of whether they would find blood or not. Seeing everyone sitting normally they relaxed and Clary took a seat beside Jace of the armchair he was sitting on, and Isabelle sat beside Simon on the couch. Everyone was focused intently on the screen, and the only recognition Clary got was a quick, 'hey babe.' She relaxed into the seat and studied the side profile she got of Jace's head. Noticing the mark of the left side of his jaw, she sat up and touched it gently to inspect it, ignoring Jace's flinch.

"Jace what happened?"

"What?"

"Your jaw."

"Oh, that's nothing. Football always was a rough game."

"It was Jon wasn't it. Dammit Jon, I can make my own decisions!"

"I'm not even the tiniest bit sorry Clary. He can take it, we're all cool. Settle your kettle."

Clary gaped and looked between her brother and boyfriend. Jace nodded, still not removing his gaze from the tv. "He's right. I let him, and we're friends again. Trust me, the only one worried is you."

"Well I'm sorry I'm concerned that my boyfriends is in pain because of my brother."

"I'm not in pain." Jace replied indignantly. To prove her point, Clary poked the tender skin on his jaw and he flinched. Clary smirked, having proven her point.

"Love, that doesn't prove anything, you've always had cold hands."

A/N Yeah you all hate me, as you should. I'm sorry, I just haven't had a chance to update. (exchange is amazing though) I've slowly decided to begin writing again on 'When the past returns,' so you should check that out if you want. Maybe in a month or two though because I'm going to edit it after the next update. But whatever, I'll try update Releasing Havoc soon. Thank you so much for the continued support, every time I read reviews I get super happy and motivated to write!

-Demonpoxjohnnyboy x