"Jocelyn, congratulations." The nurse enters the room holding a bundled up baby. Jocelyn, still a little pale and sickly holds out her hands.

"May I see her?" Her smile is weak but genuine.

The nurse's smile fades, "Actually Jocelyn, it's a boy."

Jocelyn's smile fades completely, she remembered the ultrasounds. She had seen them, her baby was a girl. She narrows her eyes suspiciously and holds her hands out to see the baby.

The nurse gently switches the baby into Jocelyn's hands. The baby has light hair and wide gold eyes. But this baby was clearly not a new born, maybe a few months old.

"This is not my baby," She points out to the nurse.

"Of course it is," The nurse says. Jocelyn begins to panic. She had already lost one child. She couldn't stand to lose Clarissa. She had already picked her name, their new life, Clarissa Fray.

"He's not even a new born." Jocelyn points out franticly.

The nurse leans over to look at the baby. She gets a confused look in her eyes, "Jocelyn, I think you must be exhausted, go to sleep." Jocelyn looks down at the baby and sees the edges blurred with glamour.

Her real baby must be in the hospital. She couldn't be gone, not her real baby. Jocelyn's mind is frantic, she jumps up from her bed and stumbles towards the door.

The nurse cries out surprised, "Please Jocelyn. Lay down,"

Luke opens the door to the room just then. Jocelyn falls into his arms, sobbing. "What's wrong with her?" He asks the nurse franticly.

"She's crazy," The nurse yells over Jocelyn's sobs and pushes past them in the hall with the blue eyed baby.

"Clarissa," Jocelyn cries.

"What's wrong with Clarissa?"

"She's -she's, she's gone. That wasn't my baby." Jocelyn falls to the ground, her sobs quiet now, her shoulders shaking.

"It's probably just a mix up." He tries to comfort her.

"No, the bracelet on the baby's arm says it's my child. Someone has my real baby."

"Could, He have taken her?" Luke asks, deciding it better to not say his name.

Jocelyn looks up with fire in her teary eyes, "He's dead," But it sounds like she is trying to convince herself.

Luke looks out the door, into the hall, rubbing Jocelyn's back.

Why must he make Jocelyn suffer?

oOo

In a dark alley way behind the old hospital, Valentine holds a red head baby. The baby's eyes struggled to open but she was quiet. No longer crying, but she seems distressed. As if she could tell what Valentine was doing, and knew it was wrong.

Valentine looks up on a second story window and can see the commotion. He looks back down at the small baby. Jocelyn hadn't told him she was pregnant. Imagine his surprise when he finally found her and she was in labor.

He don't know what came over him to take the baby, but this way he could keep tabs on Jocelyn and raise the child just like she was supposed to be risen.

Jocelyn probably wasn't going to raise the child to be a shadow hunter. The way she had hidden in the human's world, she probably wasn't even going to let the child know she was a shadow hunter. He snorted in disgust.

It was an easy exchange. A better exchange too, the Herondale boy for his own daughter. He looked back down at the red haired baby. Her eyes stared up at him accusingly, just like her mother. He sneered at her, "You will love me, even if your mother didn't."

On her tiny arm was her hospital bracelet. Clarissa Fray, it read with her time of birth and her birth mother.

He ripped it off of her arm. Startled by his aggression, Clarissa started to cry.

"You belong to me Clarissa Morgenstern, this is your life." Valentine stepped into the shadows, disappearing into the night.

oOo

Luke had made them check for Clarissa twice and check to make sure the baby boy didn't belong to someone else three times.

Jocelyn could tell the hospital was getting agitated. So finally she accepted the gold eyed baby. She held him in her arms and looked down at him sadly. Whatever happened to her real baby, this baby was hers now.

She still loved the name Jonathan. He could be Jonathan Fray, they would disappear again and whoever's baby she held in her hands would be safe with her. Three was the lucky number, but this time, if anything happened to her baby, it would have to go through her first.

Determination settled inside of Jocelyn.

She would not lose this baby.

So that was your prolog. I really shouldn't be starting another story, but I am. It isn't your every day story where Clary grows up with Jonathan/Sebastian. And I'm not sure if I got all the details right but just pretend with me for a bit okay? Tell me if you think I should continue(: Every review from you is five hundred words from me(: