Edited on the 13/12/15

Clary screamed and kicked as the man pulled her away from her mum, away from safety and familiarness. She felt someone cover her eyes and mouth and put her in a car, taking her away. Four year old Clarissa sat in the car crying silently, somehow understanding she could be hurt if she made too much noise.

-/+\\-

Clary, now five, stared at the little boy thrown in her cell. She had seen him around, but never talked to him. That was a strict rule; never talk unless spoken to. The boy had golden hair, and looked to be Clarissa's age. She cocked her head and poked his shoulder, looking for a response. She didn't get one. She sat down on her bed and stared at the boy, perhaps hoping that he would feel her stare and wake up. It seemed to have worked. The little boy slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes as he went.

"Why am I in here?" He asked with a frown.

"I don't know. You're the one that came in."

"But, I didn't choose to come here."

"Then how did you get in here?"

"Someone must have put me in here."

The two young kids sat in silence. "I'm Jonathan."

"Clarissa."

"That's a nice name."

"Thank you."

They lapsed into silence, the only sounds heard around them were Jace trying to sit up but wincing away from the pain in his abdomen.

"What happened?"

"Someone kicked me."

"Oh. Does it hurt?"

"Yes."

"Can I see?"

"No."

-/+\\-

Six year old Clary winced as Jonathan was once again thrown into their cell. He had stayed in there since that night when they were younger; not that they were given a choice, and shared the one single bed in the corner, dreaming about the outside world together.

"Jonathan?" Clary asked tentatively.

"Clare, yeah I'm o-" he winced, "k."

"I think your lying."

"I don't care. I'm a boy, and boys don't cry."

"That's silly."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is Jonathan Herondale!"

"Clarissa Fairchild, are you making things up?"

"No!"

"What?"

"Huh?"

"No, I asked you first."

"You are so annoying, lets just go to sleep."

Jonathan nodded and slowly made his way to the bed, where he pulled himself up carefully. Clary climbed in beside him and they turned to face each other.

"Jonathon?"

"Clarissa?"

"Do you think, I'll ever see my mummy and daddy again? And Johnny?"

"I don't know Clarissa. Maybe. If we keep hoping we might. Ready? 3,"

"2,"

"1."

Both children closed their eyes and wished to be away, and see their families. Finally Jonathan poked one eye open and looked at Clarissa.

"That definitely felt lucky Clare."

"You say that every time Jonathan," Clary said with an eye roll.

Jonathan smiled through the dark at her and the both rolled away from each other, falling asleep quickly.

-/+\\-

Clary woke up with a start two days later, and cried out in disgust when she realised she had been leaning her head on Jonathan's shoulder.

"Ewww! I'll probably catch your germs!" She exclaimed, waking Jonathan up who blinked and rubbed his eyes, and put on his most serious face.

"Yeah, and they'll definitely kill you."

Clary's eyes went wide.

"I'm kidding Clarissa, at least I think I am." Both children went silent, deep in thought, until they heard a clang from down the hall. They stared in horror at each other.

"But..but..it's not time yet."

"Oh no, what will happen this time."

"It will be so bad."

"Pinky promise, we'll stay together no matter what? Whatever they do, we'll help each other out?"

The two kids connected their pinkies and shook, pretending to be asleep when they heard the footsteps coming closer. Finally they stopped in front of their cell, but the voices were different.

Clary peeked one eye open and looked at Jace.

"That's not Valentine." She said in a whisper.

"No, but it could be a trick."

"Oh, ok, yeah." They both pretended to be asleep once more until their door was smashed open with a loud bang. In walked two people; a male and a female.

"Rob, do you see anything? I can't, we must not be in the right; wait?"

"Yes, Helen, I think I heard something."

The two officers move forwards, their light beams bouncing around the walls, finally falling onto the kids 'sleeping' forms. Helen gently shook the boys shoulder.

"Jonathan? Jonathan, were police officers, come to get you out." She said softly, sensing the children were awake but scared of them. "Jonathan? Clarissa? Kids, you can stay sleeping but we're going to pick you up." Jonathan peeked one eye open and nudged Clarissa who did the same.

"What going on?"

"We've come to get you out. We will carry you, but you will need to be quiet so we can get out quickly."

The two kids nodded and climbed into their respective officers arms, looking wide eyed as they left their cell; down the familiar corridors and further into the maze than either had been before. Once they escaped the concrete and old wood section, they found themselves to be in a rather nice house with tall windows and plush carpets, with fancy furniture dotted around. The officers veered to the side towards a window that was partially open. Rob motioned Helen forwards.

"Remember the plan." She nodded and dropped out of the window, Clarissa still safe in her arms, and took off running across the lawns.

Clarissa cried into her shoulder. "What about Jonathan!"

"Oh sweetie, its ok, we're meeting up with him later on. Okay, every thing's fine, this is the safest way."

But everything was not fine. They were too far away to hear when the shot rung out across the lawn, stopping Rob from moving. Rob gasped for a breath.

"Jonathan- run, don't stop; until, you see a- an, officer." And he collapsed. The seven year old boy stood there panicked for a moment, before he ran as far as he could, as long as he could; in the wrong direction of the little girl also fleeing with an officer.

11 years later

Clary woke up screaming, covered in sweats. Instantly Jon came rushing in, pulling her into his lap.

"Shhh, Clare it's ok. It's ok, that's not apart of your life anymore. You're safe now."

Clary sat up, her small body shivering as she leant against her brothers chest in an effort to gain some reassurance. "But he came again, and then Jonathan was thrown into my cell and he was hurt again and," Clary burst into tears again.

"Clary, it's ok. Do you want me to stay?"

Clary nodded, and Jonathan scooted underneath the covers beside her. "Just try get some sleep, big day tomorrow."

Clary rolled her eyes and let sleep overtake her as she fell into another restless slumber.

A/N Please review/fav/follow if you want me to continue! I plan on updating as I write it, and no I haven't abbandoned my other stories. I would love to hear your feedback and thanks for reading!

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