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CLARY'S POV

"You grew up here?" Isabelle asked as she entered the foyer of the house. She held a box in her hands and looked around. It wasn't a huge house, but it was nice.

"Yeah," said Clary coming in behind her. "First eighteen years of my life. Then, my dad sold the place after my mom died and Jon had already moved out so I got my own place as well. I've missed it here." She sighed with contentment at being back.

"Spent a good chunk of my childhood here too," Simon announced as he entered. "Lots of good hiding places in this place."

"You'll have to show me them." Clary rolled her eyes. "I could never find you in hide and seek."

Simon grinned. "And you never will."

The three made their way further into the house where Luke and Jonathon were already setting up. Jace had offered to help too but he was still out by the car getting more boxes. They set down what they were holding and looked around a bit.

"You know, I still can't believe your brother bought you a whole house." Isabelle shook her head. "My brothers wouldn't even buy me a t-shirt from a concert."

"In their defense," said Jon from around the corner, "those t-shirts can be rather expensive."

"Excuses."

"Come on." Clary picked her box back up. "I want to get as much of this done as soon as possible."

She instructed everyone on where to put everything. Boxes came in but since Clary didn't have much since her break up with Sebastian, it didn't take very long. She was going to have to go shopping for furniture pretty soon. Still, the place was home and it felt that way even without all of her childhood furniture in it. Clary did remember that she had an old family picture that used to hang on the wall in the foyer. She hung it back up in its same spot and smiled at the sight.

"You know." Jace appeared then. He was leaning against the wall by the entrance to the hall. "This place is pretty empty. You might have to stay with me until you fill it up."

Clary laughed and nodded. "Yeah, that sure would be convenient wouldn't it."

"Convenience has nothing to do it," Jace smirked.

"Are all the boxes out of the car?" Clary asked.

He nodded. "I think so, yeah."

"Great." She passed by him without even pausing. "Then I am going to do some serious unpacking. You can probably just head home now." Clary shrugged though she was smiling. Jace put a hand of mock hurt over his chest.

"Sending me away so soon?"

"Uh, yeah." Clary scoffed. "You're a distraction and I would actually like to get some stuff done."

Jace shook his head. "Fine, but remember that I got you that phone for a reason." With that, he walked off in the other direction and Clary continued further into the house and into the living room.

She was met by Isabelle and Simon standing in front of a large flat-screen tv. Simon stood more to the side of it as he messed around with some wires. Isabelle said something and he paused what he was doing to laugh and reply. Clary approached them, curious.

"Where did this come from?" She wondered.

"Luke," Simon answered. "I think Jon told him about this plan so then Luke went out and bought you some stuff to start you off. A tv and a bed frame. Sadly, no mattress."

"I see." Clary crossed her arms over her chest as the screen flickered to life. Well, 'life' wasn't quite the right word since it was just static.

"Hand me the remotes," Simon said and Isabelle did so. The girls stepped back as he messed around trying to get the thing to work.

"This place isn't too far away," Isabelle said turning to Clary. "Which is a good thing."

Clary nodded. "Well, obviously. I couldn't exactly move across the city and not be able to get to my work anymore."

Izzy shook her head. "You know what I mean. We can still hang out frequently. Which is a good thing."

"Duh." Clary lightly shoved her with her elbow. "No need to point out the obvious, Iz."

"I think it's actually closer to my place than your old house with Seb was," Simon said not diverting his attention from the television. "Hey, Clare, you think those cats still live around here?"

"Not really," Clary said, "because it's been a number of years and they're probably all dead."

Simon frowned. "Well, maybe they had kittens."

Clary laughed. "Maybe."

"If you find a wild kitten, I'll take it," said Isabelle. "Magnus loves cats."

"Alright." Clary nodded. "If I somehow manage to capture one of the stray cats around here, I'll give it to you for Magnus. Oh, which reminds me. When am I going to get to spend some more time with little Raphael? He's such a sweetheart."

"Oh, I know!" Isabelle put her hands over her heart and sighed. "When I have kids, I want them to be exactly like him." Clary laughed as the girl continued. "But I'm sure you can see him soon. Anytime you want to come over to my place, just let me know."

"Got it!" Simon exclaimed and the tv stopped showing static. He clicked a few buttons and the message that had appeared changed to show the news channel.

"Awesome." Isabelle took a few steps back to get a better view. Simon walked to her side.

"I haven't watched the news in forever," Clary sighed thinking back to everything that had been going on in her life lately. "Like I literally have no idea what's happening right now."

"Same old, same old," said Izzy. "People die, good samaritans doing stuff, war in other countries. You know." Clary nodded as she watched what was happening. Something that the news lady said caught Clary's attention.

"Simon, turn it up."

He did as told.

"And as everyone knows," the woman was saying, "investor and renowned businessman, Stephen Herondale will be hosting his annual charity ball. This year is different than others, though, as he speaks out about getting involved in foreign politics. His own son, Jonathon or Jace Herondale, is expected to attend and meet with the President of France in order to further Stephen's involvement with-"

The tv clicked off then when Isabelle snatched the remote from Simon. Both of their eyes were wide and nobody spoke for a few moments. It hit her then and Clary couldn't believe how stupid she was. She hadn't really paid attention to the Herondale family in the past because she wasn't a fan of them, but of course, she knew who they were. No wonder everyone else was recognizing Jace. She felt like an idiot now.

Clary took in a deep breath and broke the silence then. "Jonathon Christopher Herondale!"

JACE'S POV

Jace hadn't left after talking to Clary. He had been heading for the door when Jonathon called him over. The other boy stood in what appeared to be a dining room. His hands were in his pockets and he regarded Jace with narrow eyes.

"Hey, Jon." When the other boy said nothing, Jace felt nervous. "It is Jon, right?"

"Yeah, it's Jon." He glanced to the side. "How come Clary doesn't know who you really are?"

"What are you talking about?"

"She clearly doesn't know that you're a Herondale. If she did, she never would've agreed to stay with you."

"I mean, she didn't agree to stay with me. Simon kind of forced her to." Jace raised an eyebrow. "But what do you mean? Why would anything have changed if she knew I was a Herondale?"

"She hates the Herondales." Jon shook his head. "The shit that your dad does, the way he thinks about politics, everything he invests in- it's like everything that she's against. So, I'm just wondering when the hell you're going to be honest with her."

Jace didn't know what to say to that. He hadn't realized that she felt so strongly about his father. In her defense, he actually felt the same way. He didn't accept his father's money because he didn't earn it himself and because it was dirty. Ever since his mother had died, his father had been corrupt. He knew and accepted that. He just never thought about how other people viewed him.

"Jonathon Christopher Herondale!" Clary screamed from somewhere else in the house and Jace froze.

"Well," he said in an octave higher than normal, "looks like I'll be being honest with her right about now..."