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I don’t own anything related to Shadowhunters, all rights go to Cassandra Clare and the writers of the TV show. I only own my character Morgan Briar and any of his own plot lines I add. I also own any other characters I add.

Ethan Cutkosky as Morgan Briar-Fray(Fairchild)
Katherine McNamara as Clary Fray
Dominic Sherwood as Jace Wayland
Alberto Rosende as Simon Lewis
Matthew Daddario as Alec Lightwood
Emeraude Toubia as Isabelle Lightwood
Corey Fogelmanis as James Morgan
Harry Shum Jr as Magnus Bane
Maxim Roy as Jocelyn Fray
Isaiah Mustafa as Luke Garroway
David Castro as Raphael
Alan Van Sprang as Valentine

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Full Name: Morgan James Briar(biological), Morgan James Fray(Adopted), Morgan James Briar-Fray

Nicknames: Little Star - Jocelyn
                   Bubba - Clary
                   Jamie, Jams - Simon
                   Cutie - Isabelle
                   Shorty, little boy - Alec
                   Angel, shortstuff - Jace
                   Tiny human - Raphael
                   Darling, little angel - Magnus

Born: October 10th, 2002; Idris

Age: 17

Kind: Shadowhunter

Relatives:
Andrew Liam Briar(biological father-location: unknown)
Melissa Briar(biological mother-location: unknown)
Jocelyn Fray(adoptive mother-location: Brooklyn, New York City)
Luke Garroway(father figure-location: Brooklyn, New York City)
Clarissa Fray(adoptive older sister-location: Brooklyn, New York City)

Gender: Male

Hair Color: Dark brown

Eye Color: Blue/green

Height: 5’5

Summary:
Morgan James Briar was left in the care of Jocelyn Fray as his parents led Valentine away. He was brought up and raised as a normal mundane, having his memories wiped of the Shadowhunter world by a powerful warlock, along with his adoptive sister Clary. They continue living a normal life until the eighteenth birthday of Clary Fray when their mother is kidnapped and they’re thrust into a new world, finding themselves on a journey with other Shadowhunters to stop Valentine Morgenstern from starting the uprising.

Personality/traits:
Morgan is a kind, caring, and intelligent person. He is stubborn, sarcastic, brave, and not afraid to speak his mind. Morgan is an empathetic person and extremely protective of his friends and family, he would risk his life to save those he loves. He is a naturally skilled and powerful Shadowhunter, able to learn at a much faster pace than his older sister.

Looks/description:
Morgan has a slim figure and lean muscles. His eyes are a wide blue/green with swirls of golden flecks and long dark eyelashes framed around them. He has fluffy dark brown hair that ends with loose curls and reaches just below the nape of his neck. He is often described as an attractive boy, usually referred to as ‘pretty boy’.

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MORGAN FRAY sat beside his best friend, Simon Lewis, in their favorite cafe as they awaited for the arrival of their other best friend, Clary Fray, who was also the older sister of Morgan. It was her eighteenth birthday and Simon had wanted both of his best friends to go to his gig and have a little fun afterwards. After a few minutes of boredom, in walked the birthday girl.

The younger boy had a small frown on his face as he took in the sad look his older sister had. “Give me the professor’ names and I-I will end them.” Simon stated as the redhead put down her sketchbook in front of the empty chair across from Morgan, who gave the older boy a look of disbelief. “You know, with-with a scathing email to the dean.” He quickly backpedalled.

“Don’t bother,”Clary shook her head and handed the letter over to her younger brother, Simon sat next to him and easily read over the shorter boy’s shoulder.

“What?” Simon asked as they saw, ‘ CONGRATULATIONS! ’ written in huge red block letters at the top of the piece of paper. “Sad face? Really?”

Morgan stood up and brought the redhead into a brief tight hug. “Congrats, Clare-bear. You deserve this.”

“Thank you!” Clary beamed once they pulled away.

“Well played, well played.” Simon said, smiling and he and Clary did their weird fist bump.

Clary smiled and sat down across from the two boys. “You know, it’s weird. They kind of liked my assigned work, but they flipped out over the drawings for our graphic novel.”

Simon chuckled. “You’re welcome.”

Morgan smiled brightly. “Glad we could be of help.”

“This day will go down in history as the greatest eighteenth birthday I’ve ever had.”

“Uh, Clare-bear, it’s the only eighteenth birthday you’ll ever have.” Morgan said, laughing at his sister’s dramatics. Clary playfully glared at her younger brother.

“Which is why we are celebrating tonight,” Simon told them as a waitress put down their tray of drinks. “Yes, with Maureen, after our show.”

“Absolutely,” Morgan agreed as he stirred his pumpkin spice latte, thanking the waitress before she walked away. He furrowed his eyebrows at the strange symbol on the foam.

“So, what’s the deal with you and Maureen?” Clary asked as she picked up her biscotti, Morgan winced at the question. Anyone with eyes could see the feelings the boy had for the redhead.

“What deal? No deal.” Simon denied, Morgan raised a brow and took a sip from his latte. “We sing together.”

“You seriously don’t know? How she’s been crushing on an oblivious idiot is beyond me.” Morgan said, shaking his head.

“What? No. No.” Simon stammered.

Clary placed her biscotti down. “Simon, how can someone as smart and perceptive as you not realize that the person sitting right there is in love with you?” Again, Morgan cringed. Seriously Clary, he thought, you ask a dumb question like that? His sister was just as dense as the other.

“I guarantee you I’m not the only smart, perceptive person to make that mistake.” Morgan rolled his eyes, already tired of this conversation. Honestly, he’s surprised Clary hasn’t figured out his feelings with the way he so obviously looks at her. He didn’t notice the way the older boy also glanced his way as he turned his attention back to his sister.

“Yeah, that’s a latte,” Morgan pointed at the drink in front of his sister as she looked down at it confused. “One I helped pay for, by the way.”

“You barely pitched anything in!” Simon quickly argued.

“But I still added something, therefore I helped pay.” The younger retorted, sticking his tongue out childishly.

“Two quarters is hardly anything.”

Clary turned to them, ignoring their playful banter. “I could have sworn I had a biscotti.”

“Maybe you ate it really fast and didn’t even notice,” Simon suggested and when Morgan looked down, he found a drawing of a biscotti, where Clary had placed it before. “Happens to me all the time. When I’m happy…when I’m sad.”

Both siblings laughed at their dorky best friend. “But I will replace your mythical biscotti with an actual one.”

“Thank you.” Clary nodded as Simon placed his biscotti down in front of her. 

“You know what? Here’s to you.” He raised his mug, the Fray siblings doing the same.

“ L’chaim. ” The three chorused and clinked glasses.
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“Hey, Dot.” Morgan greeted with a grin as he and Clary entered Dot’s shop.

"Hey!" Dot smiled as she looked up from the tarot cards.

"How's your future looking?" Clary asked her jokingly.

"Not as good as yours." Dot replied, smiling at the birthday girl.

"Hmm?"

"The tarot cards tell me you got into the advanced program." Dot smiled and Morgan bounced in his spot like an energetic bunny.

"And by tarot cards, you mean, Simon's Twitter account?" He teased.

"Okay," Dot chuckled. "I follow him. Turns out predicting the future with cards is very complicated. But, I do see a birthday present in your future."

"Dot!" Clary exclaimed as the older girl placed a bag on the table.

"Okay, now open it!" Dot insisted as she came and stood beside Morgan.

"Wow!"

"I don't think mom would ever approve of that shirt," Morgan said as he saw what Dot got for his older sister.

"Yeah, so you might want to keep that on the DL, 'cause your mom's my boss and I don't want to flip her out." Dot suggested, agreeing with Morgan.

"Yeah, but that's how we know it's cool." Clary said, laughing.

Morgan turned to face a smiling Dot. "You know, you're way better at gift giving than magically predicting the future."

Dot shrugged. "Nothing magical about it. I just buy the things I wanna wear. Happy birthday, Clary." She smiled at the redhead.

"Thank you." Clary said as the two hugged.

"I love you, Clary," Morgan was also pulled into the hug by Dot. "And I love you, Morgan."

"We love you too." Both siblings chorused as they pulled apart.

Morgan raised a brow as Dot heaved a deep sigh. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Dot chuckled. "Yeah. Go up and see your mom."

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"Mom!" Clary shouted as the two siblings entered the living area.

"You did it!" Jocelyn yelled happily. "Yay!"

"You also follow Simon?" Clary guessed, Morgan laughed as he made his way to the kitchen and poured himself some apple juice.

"He only has ninety-two followers," Jocelyn explained, Morgan hummed in agreement as he walked back towards them. "He needs the retweets. Congratulations." The older woman pulled Clary into a tight hug.

"Thank you. Hashtag, stalker mom."

Jocelyn then pulled her youngest adoptive son into her arms. "Hey, my little star."

"Hi, mom." Morgan smiled brightly and pulled away, Jocelyn then handed a box to Clary.

"Happy birthday."

The three moved over to the couch and sat down as Clary opened the box, and revealed a stele much like the one Morgan had received last year from Jocelyn. "It's called a stele," Jocelyn informed her daughter before looking at her youngest. "Morgan got one last year, as well."

"What is it, like, paperweight?" Clary questioned, confused.

"No, it's much more than that." Jocelyn smiled. "It's very ancient. I want you to have it. It's a family heirloom."

"We Frays have heirlooms?" Clary laughed.

Morgan remembered when he got his along with a letter from his birth parents saying nearly the exact thing, it was strange but he didn't question it. "I asked the same thing when I received mine."

"A few."

"You know, it's weird," Clary pointed to one of the designs on the stele. "I doodled something that looked like this, this morning. I must have seen this around the house somewhere."

Morgan looked at the design and furrowed his brows as he remembered earlier how he saw the exact one in the foam of his latte. "That's weird, I saw the same one this morning as well." The two made eye contact and in perfect harmony, said, "Weird."

"Honey, I need to-"

Jocelyn was cut off by Clary's phone chiming. "Simon. He's on his way over."

"But we need to talk," Jocelyn insisted as the three stood up.

"We can't right now. We gotta change." Clary objected. "We're going to see Champagne Enema tonight."

"What?"

"Yeah, we know." Morgan sighed with a fond smile. "It's the new band name, I've tried to convince them to change it but.."

"And Simon and Maureen are taking us out after," Clary added.

Jocelyn looked at her daughter. "But it's-it's your eighteenth birthday and uh, everything's gonna change for you now."

"Mom, we've had the talk," Clary interrupted and Morgan wrinkled his nose. "I'm good."

"And I don't need the talk anytime soon, either." Morgan interjected, shivering in disgust.

"We need to have a much different and more important talk," Jocelyn said, tugging on Clary's hand. "All three of us."

"And we will." Clary smiled and removed her hand from Jocelyn's tight grip. "But it can be over breakfast, alright? We love you." Clary kissed her forehead before dragging Morgan up the stairs, he shot his mom a soft smile as they disappeared from sight.

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Clary barged into her younger brother's room without knocking, much to Morgan's annoyance as the boy had been in the middle of slipping on his leather jacket. She scanned the shorter boy critically, he was wearing a tight V-neck T-Shirt, dark skinny jeans that were ripped at the knees, and his favorite checkered vans. "Do I look okay?" Clary asked her brother and Morgan was the one to do the scanning this time.

The redhead had on a pair of skinny jeans, the black top Dot had bought her and a green jacket with boots. "Not that jacket with that shirt,” Morgan shook his head, clicking his tongue. He walked to his closet and pulled out a dark loose jacket and handed it to his sister. "Use this instead, you won't stick out like a sore thumb."

Clary rolled her eyes but took off her jacket and pulled on his, Morgan grabbed his phone and the two siblings made their way back down the stairs, to see Luke standing in the kitchen talking to Jocelyn. "Hey, Luke, what's up?" They both beamed at the same time before looking at each other weirdly.

"Hey!" Luke greeted them, laughing at their expressions. No matter how many times they speak at the same time they still look disturbed by it and it's happened on more than one occasion. "Incredible drawings."

"Oh, thanks," Clary replied, smiling proudly.

"And I got you these. Spray paint." Luke pulled out a box filled with spray paint and set it out on the counter before Morgan embraced him in a quick side hug.

Clary took them with excitement. "Oh, they're perfect."

"If I catch any of that on city walls, I will arrest you." Luke said sternly and Morgan grinned leaning against the counter beside the older man.

"Clary's a good girl, she'd never commit acts of vandalism."

"Right, that's only you." Luke playfully glared at the younger boy, ruffling his hair.

"The paint is for Simon's van," Clary laughed as the two bantered, before turning to their mom. "I'm going to help Morgan persuade them into renaming the band."

"Oh, yes, please." Jocelyn replied, Morgan looked at his mom sensing something bothering her but he didn't say anything. Instead he waited, knowing Jocelyn would bring it up when she was ready.

Luke was quick to notice the stele that was hanging out of Clary's pocket before he glanced quickly at Morgan who was eating a muffin, he couldn't see his stele. "Did your mom talk to you about that?"

Clary looked down and grabbed the stele out of her pocket as Jocelyn lost her smile. "The heirloom? Yeah, it's beautiful, right?"

"Clary, you're eighteen now, things are going to change for you and Morgan-"

"What is with you guys?" The youngest in the room blurted, having grown tense at the way Luke mentioned him. "Clary's eighteen, that's it. Nothing is going to happen to us, no epic journey waiting for us."

"Ah, but there is!" Simon's voice protested as he walked towards them. "See, we're going to Lombardi's to celebrate Clary's birthday after our gig."

Morgan shoved him as he and his sister laughed. "How are you always walking in? Didn't we lock the door?" He was excited about the night, he and sister shared smiles as she nudged his shoulder.

But of course, their mother had to ruin it. "You should come back here after." Clary rolled her eyes and Morgan sighed, already used to the overprotectiveness. "The city's not safe right now."

"I doubt the city is ever safe, but we'll take a raincheck, though."

Clary agreed. "Thanks, mom, but we're set." She handed Simon the box of spray paints.

"Wait," Simon paused and held up his hands, turning back around to face the two adults in the kitchen. "Do I smell chicken cacciatore?"

Clary groaned as she and Morgan both grabbed his arms. "Simon, your gig." She reminded him.

"Oh, you're singing?" Luke asked and Morgan's brow rose, he got the feeling they were attempting to stall them.

"Yes, big gig," Simon boasted. "And by big, I mean not so."

Clary made a choking noise as Jocelyn hugged her daughter tightly, Morgan managed to dodge the grabby hands. "Losing circulation here." She glared at her brother who only laughed.

Jocelyn made eye contact with her youngest and sighed. "Breakfast, you, Clary, and me, tomorrow. Promise?"

He nodded with a smile. "Promise."

"Yep. Mom...uh, mom?"

Morgan laughed, shaking his head. "Mom, you have to let her go."

"Yeah," Jocelyn whispered as she let her daughter go and played with a strand of Clary's hair before letting them both leave. A smile curled at her lips as she watched Morgan jump on Simon's back, the older boy gripping the back of his thighs so he wouldn't fall. A sigh left her mouth and her smile dropped, she knew it wouldn't be long now until they found out. She turned to Luke and they shared the same look.

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"Have you noticed how overprotective mom's been lately?" Clary asked her younger brother who was sucking on a lollipop Maureen gave him. They sat on the roof of Simon's van. Side by side, legs criss-crossed, knees touching each other. Simon sat on the other side of Clary, and Maureen on Morgan's side. Morgan hummed from around the lollipop, agreeing as he drummed his fingers on his thighs.

"Do you remember in Aliens, when the alien queen was defending her eggs from Ripley?" Simon cuts in and Morgan perked up, he and Simon geeked out over it on so many occasions.

Clary on the other hand only watched it because of her younger brother practically forcing her. "Which one would our mother be? Ripley or the alien queen?" Morgan asked as he leaned over his sister to see Simon clearly.

"Both," Simon shrugged, the siblings looking at him confused. "A mother defending her young?"

"Defending us from what? I spend all day either reading or coming up with exaggerated stories with you and Clary spends her day in an art studio. Our life couldn't be more mundane." Morgan said as he stared incredulously at the older boy.

Clary chimed in. "Besides, we really don't know much about when she was young."

Maureen took this as her cue to talk. "Oh, just do what I do and get all the dirt from your relatives."

Clary scoffed as Morgan shoved the lollipop back into his mouth, content in letting his sister talk this one out. "Well, we would if we could, but she doesn't have any. And our-my dad died before I was born and Morgan was placed in my mom's care a year after.”

"So you have no one?" Maureen asked, giving them a weird look. "No uncles, no aunts, no third cousins, twice removed?"

Morgan rolled his shoulders and popped his neck, Clary shrugged. "No, just me, bubba, and mom."

Simon noticed the uncomfortable look Morgan had on and quickly jumped into the conversation before the boy would try to get off the van and leave. He was prone to walking away when upset and sometimes wouldn't show up for days which left everyone worried. "It's why the Lewis clan has added four chairs to every Seder since pre-school. One for Clary, one for Jamie, one for Jocelyn and one for Elijah."

"Of course." Clary nodded.

"Obviously." Morgan agreed.

Simon was proud of the smile on the younger's face, he beamed. "Yes, obviously."

Maureen looked slightly uncomfortable as the three spoke, it was obvious to anyone who looked that the girl felt left out and like she didn't belong. "You guys don't think that's a little suspicious? Not knowing anything about your family? Your mom could be hiding some deep, dark secret."

"Maureen, it's not possible." Clary quickly dismissed the idea of Jocelyn hiding anything from them.

But Maureen insisted. "No, no, think about it."

Morgan glanced at the girl beside him and pulled the empty stick from his mouth with a shake of his head. "Our mom is incapable of concealing anything from us." He explained before he jumped off the van to throw his trash away. "I'm going to use the restroom." He called back as he walked into the building where the gig was taking place.

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Clary and Morgan clapped the loudest as Simon and Maureen finished their gig. The last song being Forever Young. The two siblings walked beside the two as they stood at the back of Simon's van. "Thanks for being our roadie." Maureen spoke to them.

"Yeah and thank you for being our artist in residence." Simon added as he pulled off his shirt.

"Of course," Clary smiled as she avoided the sight of his bare torso, she made eye contact with her younger brother who smirked. Clary rolled her eyes with a dark blush and changed the subject. "So, you went on stage tonight as Champagne Enema."

Simon and Maureen laughed as they looked at each other. "What were we thinking, right?"

"But now..," Simon held up his fingers for suspense. "We're Rock Solid Panda."

"Yeah, we are!" Maureen agreed. She was too enthusiastic for something that sounded pretty lame, Morgan thought.

Clary grabbed a spray paint bottle and shook it. "Rock Solid Panda, coming up. I'm feeling inspired."

"What's that tag?" Simon pointed, it was the same symbol the siblings had been seeing/drawing all day long, after Clary finished painting.

Clary gave an inaudible gasp as she looked at the symbol side-glancing her brother. "Weird, I didn't even mean to draw that. Second time today."

Maureen held the two paint bottles in her hand as she offered Clary information. "You know they have confirmed cases of people waking up in the morning speaking French, and they've never even studied the language."

"Do you think that's some kind of language?" Clary asked her brother as Maureen walked back to the back of the van.

Morgan tilted his head, eyeing the strange symbol. It seemed so familiar despite the fact that he barely started seeing it around, he glanced at his sister and shrugged with a small smile. "Sanskrit maybe." Though he knew that wasn't what it was.

All of a sudden a tall blonde bumped his shoulder into Clary who stumbled into her brother. "Hey, can you watch where you're going?" The redhead snapped as she steadied her already clumsy brother. The blonde turned around at the sound of her voice.

Morgan's eyes widened at the sight of the man. He was incredibly attractive. Undeniably so. He tilted his head as he noticed the tattoos he was covered in. Even more attractive. His attention snapped back to the taller boy as he stared at his sister with an unreadable look in his face. "You can see me?"

"Yeah, that's kinda the point," Clary said with an eye roll. "But you obviously didn't see us." She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Which was kinda rude and you could've hurt someone." Morgan added, stepping closer alongside his sister.

The blonde glanced towards him with surprise. "You both have the Sight."

"Obviously," Morgan snorted, glaring at the weird boy. Attractive or not, the guy seemed strange. "You probably don't with the way you're bumping into people."

Clary stifled a smile at her sarcastic and sassy brother, she glanced at the guy. "What do you mean about the sight?"

The blonde's eyes remained on Morgan as he spoke his next sentence. "How can I not know who you are?"

Morgan furrowed his brows. Was this guy really trying to flirt after just rudely shoving into them? He stepped in front of the redhead with crossed arms, giving another glare. "Has that line seriously ever worked for you? Even once?" They didn't notice the expressions on Simon or Maureen's face.

"Jace!" A voice shouted, cutting off the reply the blonde would have had. He looked behind him before turning back to the siblings. He gave them one last look, eyes lingering on Morgan before he turned and ran off towards the entrance of the club,

"What a weirdo," Morgan said under his breath.

"Jackass." Clary agreed before the two walked back over to their friends. "Can you believe that blonde dude?"

"You mean the imaginary dude you were talking to?" Simon asked.

"No, the guy right there, running into the club." Morgan pointed him out with a glare still on his face.

Maureen looked towards the entrance to the Pandemonium and saw nothing. "Uh, Morgan, there's nobody there."

"The guy covered in tats, like-"

Simon cut Clary off, "What guy are you talking about?"

Clary shared a look of disbelief with her brother. "You guys seriously don't see him?"

"No." Maureen stated, giving them a look of concern.

"Okay, could you stop making us feel insane?" Clary exclaimed.

"Could you stop acting that way?" Maureen snapped back, Morgan sighed as he looked back at the entrance.

Simon looked between the two of his best friends. "What was in your latte? Where are you going?"

"To get some answers," Clary replied as she grabbed her brother's hand and marched off.

"Remember, your fake ID sucks!"

Morgan laughed as the two disappeared into the club.

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CLARY NUDGED Morgan in the side  and nodded her head in the direction where she could see the same blonde dude from earlier. “I’m gonna fail at getting some birthday drinks.” Simon informed the two as he and Maureen followed behind the siblings.

“I’m going to go fail with you.” Maureen told the dorky taller boy, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bar.

Morgan shook his head with a snicker, he turned back to his older sister when he felt the grip she had on his arm tighten. “Do you want some—Clary! Jamie!” Simon called after them but neither answered as they moved forward. Their hands separated as some random girl walked between them.

“Great, now what?” Morgan groaned as they saw the blonde guy go into the VIP section, the curtains closing behind him.

“Just follow my lead,” Clary muttered and strutted forward, ignoring the quiet giggling that brought her younger brother. “Somebody works out.” The redhead said as she grabbed the bicep of a man who was walking to the VIP room, Morgan rolled his eyes with a smile before just walking inside with false confidence. He’d learned that if you pretend you know what you’re doing then there’s a small chance someone will question you.

“Cool contacts.” He heard Clary say, Morgan gave an attractive smirk to a very good looking man with gorgeous cat eyeliner before entering the room and stopping beside Clary.

The two siblings saw the blonde guy talking to some woman, Morgan’s eyes widened as he caught the sight of the blade he held in his hands. “Watch out!” Clary yelled and ran forward.

“Clary!” Morgan shouted worriedly, reaching out to grab his idiotic but  it was too late. Clary had pushed the other woman out of the way. The young teen let out a very girly shriek( that he’ll deny to the day of his death ) when the woman turned her head and something really disturbing came out of her mouth. It was like tentacles with claws and there were four of them. “What the hell?!”

He watched as the blonde guy pushed Clary to the ground before feeling something creep up behind him, as he turned around Morgan came face to face with another one of those creatures. He let out another shrill scream( he will also deny this, thank you very much ) and ducked to the ground as it swung its hands toward his head, nearly clawing an eye out. As he kneeled on the ground, bluish-green eyes landed on a blade much like the one the blonde guy was holding, just a few feet away.

With reckless instincts and a sudden rush of adrenaline, Morgan reached forward and grabbed it. The blade lit up at his touch. It seemed as though the blade fit right in his hand, like it was made for him. Without further hesitation, Morgan stood up and kicked the creature in the stomach, stepping back before sending a spinning kick to its temple. When the creature fell to the ground, Morgan pressed the sole of his shoe against its throat, holding him down. Morgan pulled up the blade slightly and brought it down harshly, slamming it straight through the creature’s forehead. He stepped away just as it vaporized.

Breathing deeply, Morgan spun around and slashed at the creature’s throat behind him, watching as they also vaporized. From the corner of his eye, he saw the blonde guy get punched by the man Clary had walked in with, the blonde guy dropped the blade and started to fight off the man.

Clary picked up the blade, which also seemed to light up at her touch as she held it. The blonde guy simply pushed the man’s body into it, causing him to vaporize. Once again, feeling someone trying to sneak up behind him, Morgan was quick in turning around and stabbing the blade straight into the man’s chest, he pulled it out and stabbed him again. And just like the others, his body vaporized.

Once the adrenaline wore off, Morgan dropped the blade and his mind went into overdrive. “What the shit.” He made eye contact with the three remaining strangers in the room before Clary grabbed his arm and ran out. “Clary!” He yelled as he was tugged and nearly slammed into another body, it was the man with the cat eyeliner except this time he seemed much more familiar. Morgan shook his head, trying to clear his mind before allowing his sister to continue tugging him. Clary hailed a cab, shoved her brother in first and then slid in next.

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“And then these creepy tentacles seemed to come out of the body builder’s face,” Morgan sat curled on the couch and watched as Clary explained what happened to their mother as she paced back and forth. “And-and then the guy just…vaporized. I mean, we were drugged, right?”

Morgan frowned and reached for his sister’s hand, tugging her down beside him. He wrapped his arms around his trembling sister, her nerves mimicking his own. “What did the markings look like on the blonde boy you were talking about?” Jocelyn questioned as she watched the siblings cuddle into each other.

“Who cares, mom, okay?” Clary snapped. “Are you even listening? I think we both just committed murder.”

“Clary, Morgan…” Jocelyn pulled out a stele much like the ones they owned. “Did the markings look like this?” She asked as she ran it over the pale flesh of her wrist, a symbol appearing out of nowhere.

Morgan leaned forward, eyes wide. “Mom, what the—”

Jocelyn stood in front of the two teenagers. “Everything you saw tonight has a meaning and an explanation, and I’ve dreaded having this conversation since you both were babies.”

“Mom, what is going on?” Morgan clenched his sister’s hand as he stared worriedly at their mother. “Is something…wrong?”

“There are things you both need to know and understand,” Jocelyn said as she reached forward and smoothed her fingers along her son’s curly hair. “First, the protections are wearing off. And because of that, you both need to know the truth.”

“Protections?” Clary whispered, sharing a look with her younger brother. “What do you even mean? Mom, you—”

Morgan gripped Clary’s hand tighter and cut her off. “You’re scaring us, mom.”

“I know, and that’s why I’ve put this off until the last possible minute.” Jocelyn said, smiling sadly.

Dot suddenly appeared out of nowhere. “Jocelyn, look out the window. Magnus called to warn us. They found you.” Jocelyn’s hand left Morgan’s hair as she dashed to the window.

“Dot, it’s time.” Jocelyn ran back to the two scared teenagers. “Okay, listen to me. You two cannot be near me. I got a very powerful person angry.

“What did you do?” Clary asked on the brink of tears.

“I hid something from him and his followers.”

“Followers?” Morgan asked, clenching his fists confused. “Why can’t we just call the police?”

“The policeman you need to call is Luke.” Jocelyn spun Clary around and placed a necklace on her neck before handing Morgan a black velvet box. “Keep these with you at all times and think of me when you wear them.”

“Mom, this is not the time for presents,” Clary spun back around. “What the hell is happening?”

“Only if you need it.” Dot stood beside Morgan and handed Jocelyn some kind of potion.

Jocelyn grabbed Morgan’s hand, the one clutching the box. ”My little star, you are so much more powerful than you think. You are so special and there’s things I wish I could tell you. Always believe in yourself.”

“Mom, we need to understand what’s—”

“Dot, open it.” Jocelyn cut her youngest off, wiping his tears and nodding at Dot. Blue energy emitted from Dot’s hand, creating a purple portal. The older woman pulled the two siblings toward it. “Everything I’ve done, every mistake I’ve made was because I love you both more than words could ever explain. Luke will explain everything. He’ll hide you both.”

“Hide us?” Morgan questioned before they turned to him.

“From the Circle. He’s the only one you can trust. Trust no one else. Where’s Luke now?”

“At the police station!” Clary cried and Jocelyn pushed them into the portal.

“Look after your brother, Clary. Protect him. Remember, I love you both.”

The next thing they knew was that they were on the ground at the police station.

“Morgan? Clary?”

The two turned and saw Captain Vargas walking towards them. Clary scrambled to her feet and quickly helped her brother up. “Captain Vargas!” The redhead greeted the older woman.

“It’s two in the morning.” The older woman stated as she stopped in front of them. “What are you two doing here so late?”

“Luke said he’d, uh, drive us home if he was still here.” Clary was quick to come up with a lie as she tugged her brother behind her, remembering the frantic words of her mother warning them to trust no one but Luke.

“Still don’t trust those cabbies, huh?” Captain Vargas sent them a warm smile. “Well, he’s in the middle of an interview. It could take a while.”

“We’ll just wait in the cafeteria,” Morgan spoke up, smiling nervously as he gripped Clary’s hand.

“Hey, uh, is there some sort of problem?” Vargas called out to them before they could leave. “Guy trouble?”

“Is it that obvious?” Clary grinned sheepishly, once again lying. Nudging her brother who nodded in agreement.

“Luke promised to scare the guy who tried playing Clary,” Morgan added, forcing a playful smile.

Captain Vargas laughed before Clary tugged on Morgan’s hand, the two turning and hiding around the corner. The sound of Vargas’ heels echoed around the room, signaling she had left. Clary nodded her head at Morgan as she checked around the corner. Morgan’s hand never left Clary’s as they walked down a couple of steps before they caught sight of Luke talking to a man and woman.

The two peeked over the railing, their interest spiking as they heard the man speak. “The minute we found out Jocelyn Fairchild was alive, you were easy to track.”

The siblings shared a look. “Fairchild?” Clary whispered quietly, her brother shrugged just as confused.

The man continues, “Turns out, you and Jocelyn were never that far apart. The Circle has her now. It’s only a matter of time before we catch the children, especially the little boy.”

Clary tensed, a sharp glare appearing in her eyes as she tightened her grip on her brother’s hand. They won’t touch him , she thought darkly, just as the woman began talking. “You can have all three of them if you give up the Mortal Cup.”

Luke leaned forward, his elbows hitting his desk. “I don’t care about either of them. They mean nothing to me.” Clary tugged her brother closer to her when she heard his hurt gasp, Luke had been the closest thing to a father for them and he just said those cruel words. “Kill the three of them if you like. My people want the Cup. Why do you think I’ve been hanging around all these years? Now when I find the Cup…” he stood up. “I’m going to keep it. And you can tell Valentine and the Circle that.”

“No one mentioned Valentine.” The woman snapped.

“You didn’t have to,” Luke shrugged, knocking the man’s hand out of his face as he spoke to him. “No, you listen to me. Get the hell out of my office.”

Morgan quickly covered his mouth as his eyes watered, leaning towards Clary as she tugged him out the office area. “Come on, bubba.” She whispered softly to her brother, casting a glare in the direction of Luke, hating how he hurt her brother with such cruel words.

They walked out the station and were met with pouring rain, fitting for the tears running down Morgan’s face. Clary gripped her brother’s hand tight before sprinting down the street, heading straight to their home. “Mom? Mom!” Clary yelled as they entered the antique shop beneath their apartment.

Morgan followed, stumbling as his wet shoes made the ground slippery. He looked around at the trashed up place, both siblings stopped when they spotted a puddle of blood. A sharp gasp left the small boy’s body, knees buckling as the world felt like it was caving in. The woman who raised and loved him had disappeared and all that remained was most likely her blood, he curled into Clary as she also fell to her knees. Sobs racked her body as she wrapped her arms around her little brother.

After a moment, Clary stood and wiped her eyes. She helped her brother up before grabbing the ax near them. “Clary..? What are you doing?” Morgan asked but his sister didn’t respond, eyes hardening as she walked upstairs. Morgan hesitated for only a second before running after, they entered their apartment and stopped upon seeing a familiar face.

Clary dropped the ax. “Dot!” She cried out, the older girl walked towards the siblings.

“They took Jocelyn.” Dot told them. Morgan frowned, something was off about her. He took a slight step back when he noticed her eyes were blank.

“Who? Who took her?” Clary demanded.

“Rogue Shadowhunters looking for the Mortal Cup.” Mortal Cup, there was that word again. Morgan wondered what was so special about a cup that their mother was taken for and that Luke betrayed them for.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Clary clenched her fists, her mom was gone and now her and her brother were in danger. She didn’t have time for vague words.

“Think, Morgan, Clary.” Dot sighed, not answering their question. “Did your mother ever talk to you about a cup? A very important cup. It’s gold, almost like a chalice.”

Why would mom care about something like that? Morgan wondered, why would she even mention a cup?

“No. We don’t even know anything about a cup, Dot.” Clary said, grabbing her brother’s hand. She began to feel like something was different about the lady in front of them. “Maybe one of the antiques downstairs?” She offered.

“No, no. Not those.” Dot shook her head and inhaled deeply. “Think, Clary. This could save your mom.”

“I can’t think!” The redhead snapped, all that was running through her head was protecting her brother like her mom asked.

Morgan stepped forward, nervous about being close to a woman that looked familiar but felt unfamiliar. “Our mother was kidnapped, Dot. Nothing is popping up because we’re worried and scared, maybe if you explained more thoroughly we could help. But you’re not being very detailed.”

“You know more than you think you do, Morgan Briar and Clary Fray.” Dot growled before those tentacle claw things came out of her throat. Without thinking, Clary quickly stabbed her with her stele and Dot fell to the ground.

“What the hell!” Morgan shrieked when Dot took a different form, turning into some ugly creature. “Run Clary!” Morgan shouted just as the creature jumped towards them, sending them both flying to the ground, Clary was flung across the room and further away from her brother. Morgan hissed as he staggered to his feet, shoulder throbbing in pain when the creature swiped at him. Morgan pressed his back against the wall, trying desperately to put some distance between him and the creature but he stood directly in front of her. It let out a loud screech, the tip of a blade coming closer to his face before it vaporized.

“Bubba!” Clary shouted, standing up. Morgan stared dazedly at a tall dark haired guy, he swayed slightly and Clary ran to his side, grabbing his arm firmly.

“Who…who are you…?” Morgan slurred, attempting to stand on his own.

“Careful, the demon got a good piece of you.” He said. Morgan would have thought his voice sounded attractive if it wasn’t for the agonizing pain going through his body.

“Demon?” He heard Clary ask, his focus was going in and out and dark spots clouded his vision.

“Yeah, what do you think that miserable disgusting thing was?” Another voice chimed in, sounding a bit more familiar.

“I thought it was a friend, but it turns out it wasn’t and now my brother is hurt. So maybe stop talking and start helping or get out of my way.” Morgan let out a wheeze, trying to laugh at his sister’s words.

“Clary…the world is spinning, make it…make it stop.” Morgan whimpered, clutching Clary’s arm.

“Demon venom.” The dark haired boy said.

The familiar voice spoke up again. “No doctor is qualified to help with that so we’re all you got right now.”

“Then stop talking and start helping.” His sister’s voice was the last thing Morgan heard as he finally fell unconscious.

“Morgan!” Clary exclaimed worriedly before the dark haired guy swept up her brother in his arms bridal style.

“I got you,” Clary heard him whisper.

“Let’s go.” The blonde said, both guys walking away leaving Clary to scramble after them quickly.

[x][x][x][x]

Morgan let out a gasp and shot up, heading smacking harshly against another. “Ow,” a soft voice said. His eyes fluttered open and he saw the familiar pretty brunette from the club.

“Wait, I don’t know who you—”

“I’m Isabelle. I’ve never seen my brother or Jace so curious about a mundane…or worried.” Isabelle cut him off as he looked around.

“I have no idea who you’re talking about.” Morgan mumbled, eyes still looking around the room. “Who’s your brother and who’s Jace? Where’s my sister?”

“You really don’t know much, do you?” Isabelle asked.

“That question doesn’t really make sense.” Morgan said, tilting his head. “Since I’m not really required to know who your brother or Jace is or where my sister would be because I was unconscious moments ago.”

Isabelle chuckled. “I meant about Shadowhunters.”

“I’ve heard that word before but no, I don’t know much about what  it means. I just know it has something to do with our mom’s disappearance and us being here.”

“Morgan!” The familiar voice of his sister had him snapping his head towards the door where the redhead ran through.

“Clary!” Morgan sighed in relief when his older sister pulled him into a bone crushing hug. “Are you okay?”

Clary pulled away with an incredulous look. “Me? What about you? You’re the one that was hurt!”

“Surprisingly I feel fine, just a bit sore. Where are we?”

Morgan asked that question just as the blonde guy and a stunning dark haired guy walked in. “You saved me.” He said, looking at the tall, dark and handsome guy.

The guy barely regarded him with a look before turning to the blonde and pretty brunette. “Mundanes shouldn’t be here.”

“You’re the one who brought the boy here, Alec. Red followed because that’s her brother.”  The blonde said before looking at the small boy still on the bed. “And besides, they’re not mundane.”

“Where are we?” Morgan asked, only to be ignored.

“How do you know that?”

“Because the seraph blades lit up when they held them.” The blonde replied. “And he managed to take out multiple demons, mundanes can’t do that.

The pretty brunette moved to sit on a couch and Morgan made space for his sister to sit beside him.

“I’m Jace Wayland.” The blonde introduced himself. Morgan figured this was the Jace Isabelle was talking about.

“That's nice but really, where—”

“And you’re Morgan and Clary Fray.” Jace interrupted, Morgan puffed out his cheeks, beginning to get annoyed.

Alec groaned. “Am I the only one who finds this unusual?”

“Not really.” Morgan muttered.

“You find everything unusual, Alec.” Jace responded.

“I have to report this to the Clave,” Alec stated and Morgan glanced at Clary with a raised brow, the redhead shrugged.

“You know what? Dial it down a notch.” Jace said.

“My brother doesn’t have a notch.” Isabelle said and oh, that’s the brother. Morgan figured he would be, two pretty people had to have been related. “I love you, Alec, but you have a switch that’s always on.”

“I love you too but this—”

“Hey, you know what? Give me a minute.” Jace interrupted Alec. “Here’s a word you never hear me say. Please?”

“What is with you?” Alec asked him. “Really, no, what is with him?” He asked as Isabelle stood up and walked towards him.

“Walk with me, big brother.” She said as she looped her arms through his, pulling him away from the trio.

“Your wound, it’s healed.” Jace said, drawing Morgan’s attention away from the door, where the dark haired siblings disappeared behind.

He looked down at his shoulder where smooth, clear skin remained. Nothing to indicate a monster had attacked him.

“How is that even possible?” Clary asked as her eyes were also glued to the healed patch of skin. No wound in sight.

“So, what? I’m miraculously healed and all of you stunning people have magical powers?” Morgan asked, leaning tiredly into his older sister.

Jace scoffed and shook his head. “No. No, don’t confuse me with warlocks.”

“A what?” Clary asked as Morgan made a face in confusion, honestly these people were weird and he just wanted to go home.

“A warlock. It’s one of the Downworlders.” Jace said as if that made any sense.

“Okay, you’re not making any sense.” Clary concluded.

“Warlocks, vampires, Seelies—”

Morgan groaned and stared hardly at the big blonde. “Seriously, you people act like we should know what you mean. How about you explain things first before sprouting bullshit then look at us like we’re dumb for not understanding, yeah?”

“Jeez, alright.” Jace muttered. “Well, I’ll keep it simple for you. All the legends are true. We’re Shadowhunters. We protect the human world from the demon world. So those people you saw murdered at the Pandemonium, they weren’t people at all, they were shapeshifting demons.”

“We’re not interested in being a part of your supernatural fight club.” Clary stated, all she wanted to do was find their mom and protect her brother. “There’s only two things I care about right now and that’s finding our mother and protecting my brother. So unless you can help with that, we’re leaving.”

“I’m the best chance you got at finding your mom.” Jace said before glancing at the small boy. “Why do you have to protect him anyways?”

Clary narrowed her eyes and gripped her brother’s hand. “We don’t know you enough to trust you.” She couldn’t tell him her mother had warned her and told her to protect her brother, she couldn’t tell them that there were people looking for them and especially for her brother.

Suddenly a phone began ringing, Morgan blinked before shifting and grabbing his phone that was left on the counter beside him. “It’s Simon.” He blinked, answering it.

“How come you haven’t answered your phone in two days? And why hasn’t Clary?” Simon frantically questioned as soon as Morgan answered the call. He stood up from the bed, only to realize he was only dressed in a long black shirt that barely covered his butt and briefs.

“Things are…all ripped apart.” Morgan said, looking up from his bare legs to stare questioningly at his sister.

“Where are you guys?” Simon asked. “Find My Friend says your phone is in an abandoned church on Deighton. I’m outside.” At that, Morgan walked over to the window to see Simon standing out the front.

“I see you.” Morgan said before motioning Clary over.

“Yeah? Well, I don’t see you.” Simon said and Morgan could see him looking around, Clary came and stood beside him.

“Give us five minutes, I have to get dressed.” Morgan said before facepalming, saying that would only have his friend freaked out and even more worried.

“Dressed? What are you doing undressed in an abandoned church? Jamie is there—is there a meth problem that we need to talk about?” Simon asked.

Morgan blinked, staring down the window in confusion. “Why would you automatically assume meth? You know what, just give us five minutes, okay?” The young boy shook his head and hung up. “Meth? Seriously?” He turned to the other two in the room. “Um, what happened to my clothes, by the way?”

“Demon venom.” Jace replied. “Remember? Anyways, Alec left you a shirt but we didn’t have any pants or shoes that would fit so Isabelle kindly lent you a pair of hers.” He pointed to a chair that held all dark clothes.

Morgan walked over and picked up the skin tight leather shorts and held them up. “God, my legs are going to freeze in these.”

“She’s very comfortable with her body.” Jace said, shrugging.

“Yeah, I bet. I’m going to look like I’m wearing a dress…” Morgan mumbled and Clary shot him a teasing look. He pulled up the shorts first, jumping a bit to get them up his thighs before pulling off the shirt he had on already and reached for the other, pausing when he saw the dark mark. “How did that get there?” He asked Jace, pale fingers trailing delicately over it.

“I drew that.” He said with a proud smile.

“You tattooed his neck?” Clary asked in disbelief. “That’s creepy.” She muttered to herself.

“Duly noted. I guess next time I’ll just let him die. And it’s not a tattoo. It’s a rune. They have enormous power. Good for Shadowhunters. Lethal for humans. But you, you already know about runes, don’t you?” Jace asked them before picking up the sketchbook that held drawings of symbols, much like the one on Morgan’s neck. “Maybe you don’t.” Jace said, noticing the looks on their faces. “Which is what makes you both so interesting.”

“The drawings are mostly Clary’s, I sometimes draw them but I see them everywhere. They just pop up.” Morgan said, before quieting down. No trusting, he almost forgot.

[x][x][x][x]

“I saw something behind your friend.” Jace told the two as they walked down the hallway of the building they were in. He held the seraph blade in his hand.

“You’re not going to kill Simon, are you?” Clary asked and Morgan stared at the blonde with wide eyes.

“Protect the humans, kill the demons. You’ll get it eventually.” Jace said as he placed the blade in his pocket when they exited the building, seeing Simon standing close by.

“So, why can’t Simon see you?” Morgan asked, tilting his head slightly.

Jace lifted his shirt a bit, to show them a rune but also showing them a small fraction of the abs he had. “This is a glamor, a rune that makes me invisible to the mundane.” He said as he pulled his shirt back down. “It's a shame, really, ‘cause…well, denying them all this.” Morgan scoffed, cocky much?

“What are you wearing, Jamie?” Simon asked as they drew near him. He shrugged off his jacket and draped it over the small boy’s shoulders. It was big so it stopped near his mid-thighs, hiding his shorts beneath it. “Let me take you both home.”

“I don’t think we have one anymore.” Clary told him as Morgan put the jacket on properly, sighing at the fact that it really looked like he was wearing a dress.

“Why? What do you mean?”

“Well…”

“Clary Fairchild and Morgan Briar!” A man called out, causing both Morgan and Clary to turn around.

Clary let out a gasp as Jace appeared behind the man and attacked him, she grabbed her brother and tugged him behind her. “Clary, what’s going on?” Simon asked as the redhead kept a firm grip on  Morgan, hiding him behind her. “What are you looking at?”

“If you give me them, I’ll let you live.” The man said.

“You’re in position to be attempting negotiations.” Jace responded, Clary’s eyes widened as Jace stabbed the man.

“Jace!” Clary exclaimed, pulling her brother gently as she hesitantly stepped forward.

“Excuse me?” Simon asked confused but nonetheless followed behind them.

“Is he dead?” Morgan asked as he clutched his sister closer, staring at the man lying on the ground.

“Is who dead?” Simon asked. “What the…” he trailed off and Morgan assumed he could now see the dead body.

“Could you deglamorize or whatever so our best friend doesn’t think we’re losing our minds?” Morgan asked, staring at Jace.

“Um, what is happening?” Simon asked and Morgan guessed he could finally see Jace.

“Yeah, we don’t have the luxury right now, kid. Everyone inside.” Jace ordered.

“Clary, Jamie, who is this? Your meth dealer?” He asked Morgan.

“Seriously? I don’t have a meth dealer, I don’t do meth!” Morgan said, shoving the other.

“We’ve seen him before, at the police station.” Clary pointed at the dead guy, looking at her brother who nodded at her.

“He’s a member of the Circle. Clary, Morgan, he’s here for you two.” He told them.

“He’s with the people who took our mom.” Morgan said quietly, remembering how the man mentioned it at the station.

“Right, your little best friend led him right to you.” Jace motioned to Simon. “He’s here to either capture or kill you.”

“There’s a dead body there, we have to call Luke.” Simon said.

Clary shook her head. “We can’t trust Luke, Simon, we can’t.”

“Clary, Morgan, I need to keep you two safe.” Jace told them. “I promise you, I promise I am going to help you find your mother. But you’re one of us. You’re both Shadowhunters.”

“What are you talking about?” Simon asked. Morgan and Clary stood quietly, watching them back and forth like it was a tennis match. “Jamie, Clary, you don’t know this guy, all right? Come with me. I can get us help.”

“Morgan, Clary, please.” Jace said.

“Guys, come on.” Simon practically begged.

Clary glanced at her brother and sighed, they had a choice to make.

Chapter Text

"MORGAN, CLARY , come on. We gotta go." Simon said.

"Simon, I think Jace can help us." Clary told him as sirens wailed in the background.

"What?" Simon asked, eyes trailing to Morgan. "Morgan?" He knew that if the other boy didn't want to stay then Clary would ensure they left, she put him above everything else in the world.

Morgan bit his lip and glanced at his sister and Jace who gave him a small smile before turning back to Simon. "Clary's right." He agreed.

"Come on." Clary said, grabbing Morgan's hand who reached out and grabbed Simons, the three then followed Jace as they entered the church.

"How do we know this Mick Jagger-looking guy is even gonna try—"

"Mundane, we do not have the time." Jace cut him off with an annoyed glare.

"Come on, Simon," Morgan gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "Let's go." Once they got inside, Jace pulled up his leather jacket sleeve and pulled out his stele. "I know. Just trust us." Morgan whispered to Simon as he gave them a look, Jace drew a rune on his arm.

"He's, like, burning himself." Simon whispered back and Morgan had to bite back a giggle. "Buddy, what's going on, man? You're not my type, man. I don't even..." Simon said after Jace grabbed his hand but stopped short as they watched the church change into the institute. "Where are we? What the hell?" Simon stammered. Jace turned to look at Morgan who closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Clary, Morgan, is there a war going on that I don't know about?" Simon then asked.

"There is now." Jace replied and then walked forward.

"I think our mother is at the center of it." Clary informed Simon as she and Morgan followed after Jace.

Morgan turned to Simon. "You coming?"

"Yeah." He answered, running to catch up to them. "What is this place? There's a lot of gear in here. What'd they do, rob a tech shop?"

Morgan shrugged and sent him a small smile. "You know, I'm not too sure. Why don't you go ask." They stopped in front of some screens, Jace tapping on one of them before pulling up the security footage from outside where they can see two police men about to enter the church.

"So, this cold-blooded killer is going to help us?" Simon leaned over to ask.

Morgan pinched the bridge of his nose, he loved his best friend but the boy was way too talkative. "Simon, he's not a killer. At least, I hope not. He's been protecting us so far."

"Specifically, you and your sister." Jace cut into the conversation. "It's sort of our thing."

"Your thing?" Simon repeated, looking between Morgan and Jace. "You guys have a thing?"

Clary narrowed her eyes at the tall blonde who had this look in his eyes as he stared at her baby brother. She didn't like it. "He means a Shadowhunter thing." She clarified as she subtly pulled Morgan towards herself. "That's what they do, protecting humans from demons."

Simon gave the two siblings a bewildered expression as he tried to form words. "Demons, right. That makes perfect sense, 'cause there are demons running all around New York."

Jace didn't remove his eyes from the screens as he replied. "That is the first correct thing you've said all day."

"Won't they find us?" Morgan asked as he moved a bit closer to see the footage, one of the NYPD officers banged on the door.

"No. Our wards will deter them." Jace explained. "And the NYPD will do their typical mundane thing for a few hours and then the area will be clear."

"What is going on?" Morgan heard the voice of the guy from earlier, Alec, question as stood behind them. "Why is there a mundane in the institute?"

Jace sighed before explaining. "A Circle member followed him to get to Morgan and Clary."

"A Circle rune, just like the guys who took our mother." Clary added, nodding her head to Morgan slightly.

"What exactly is a Circle member and why are they trying to kill us?" Simon was quick to question and Morgan sighed, shaking his head. Their best friend was way too nosy and curious for his own good.

Jace crossed his arms over his chest, looking between the three. "All we know is a long time ago the Circle led a revolt. A lot of Shadowhunters got killed, including my father."

"And since the revolt, we've been forbidden to even hear about the Circle." Alec explained further.

"But how is that possible?" Morgan asked him, lips pursing in confusion. "It's your history."

Jace scoffed. "Says the boy who didn't know he was a Shadowhunter?"

Morgan bit his lower lip gently, turning his gaze to Clary. He was well aware of how protective his sister was of him so he knew she was going to snap at the blonde. He stepped closer and grabbed her arm, in case she needed to be held back. "Sorry we're not up to date with what goes on here, since the only person who can fix that is missing. And in case you've forgotten, you promised to help us find her. But since it seems like you've changed your mind, we'll be leaving. Because unlike you guys, we don't care for rules that don't matter to us or whatever is considered forbidden to you, so we'll—"

"Clary." Morgan cut his sister off, they actually needed these people's help so they can't afford to offend them right now. He turned to the blonde. "Please, there's got to be someone out there who can tell us why they've taken our mom."

Jace looked at the small brunette boy, his eyes locking with blue-green. "There is. Are you coming?" He asked as he moved past them.

Morgan looked at his sister, the redhead sighed and nodded. "Yeah." They followed after him, Simon trailing behind.

Jace turned back around and looked at Simon. "No, no, no. Not you."

"Hey, we're a packaged deal." Clary hissed at him.

"There are runes all over the training room floor that would kill your mundie boyfriend." Jace motioned to the training room.

"He's not my—"

"I'm not, like—" Simon and Clary looked at each other, the former speaking for the both of them. "We're, uh, just friends."

"Best friends." Clary corrected, smiling at him. Morgan made a face, shaking his head when Jace looked at him with raised brows.

"Yeah, and I'm tough." Morgan snorted, smiling teasingly when Simon shot him a look. "I can handle runes. So, uh, bring on the runes. What exactly are runes."

"They give Shadowhunters our demon fighting abilities." Isabelle informed him as she walked over to them, tracing over one of her runes.

"So hot." Simon muttered, wincing when Morgan leaned over and whacked him behind the head as Jace cleared his throat. "The rune, I mean."

Isabelle chuckled amused as she glanced between the two siblings. "Don't worry, Clary, Morgan. I'll watch over the best friend. In fact, I was just about to make breakfast."

Jace inhaled. "On second thought, the runes might be less lethal."

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that." Isabelle smiled. "Please excuse my brother's lack of manners. This is Alec," she pointed to Alec who stood in the back before putting her hand out in front of her to Simon. "And I'm Isabelle."

Simon obliviously shook her hand. "Lewis. Simon, Simon Lewis. Two first names. Am I still talking?"

Isabelle giggled and nodded. "See? Best friend's safe and sound here." Jace turned to Morgan and Clary.

Clary stared hard at the blonde. "Jace, if anything happens to him—"

"Go on." Simon interrupted her without looking in their direction. "I'll be fine. I think."

Clary sighed as she grabbed Morgan's hand and pulled him to walk beside her as they followed behind Jace towards the training room. They stopped on the steps and watched as a shirtless blonde male fought with a woman. "Who is that guy?" Morgan asked Jace.

"That's Hodge Starkweather, our weapons trainer. And, more importantly for us, a former Circle member." Jace explained, glancing toward the small boy. "After the uprising, Hodge repented and he was sent to live and work here to make amends. But he's forbidden to ever leave the institute."

The three walked towards Hodge after he had finished fighting with the woman. The blonde man turned towards them, putting a tank top on. His eyes fell on Clary first and his smile broke onto his face. "Jocelyn." He looked at Morgan next, his eyes widening. "James.."

Clary immediately pulled Morgan behind her and forced a smile, past or not, a Circle member knowing her brother's biological father is a no go for her. "Actually I'm Clary Fray, Jocelyn is our mom. This is Morgan, my brother."

"Well she was Jocelyn Fairchild when I knew her." Hodge explained, his eyes flickered to Morgan before looking back at Clary, the redhead sighed in relief when he didn't make a move to talk to the younger boy. "And she was one of my best friends."

Hodge's eyes trailed back to Morgan and he couldn't help but continue to stare in shock. He looked so much like his parents, it was like being in the same room as James and Lara Briar once again.

"She's been kidnapped." Morgan spoke up, glancing at the man before nervously looking away. "By someone named Valentine and his men."

"By the Circle, Hodge." Jace stepped in, patting the small boy's shoulder when he noticed how uncomfortable he looked.

"But that's impossible," Hodge was quick to disagree. "Valentine is dead and the Circle died with him."

The siblings eyes widened in shock as Hodge began to choke, the rune on the side of his neck lighting up red. "What's happening?" Clary asked, freaked out.

"I swore a vow never to speak of what we did," Hodge looked towards the two siblings. "This is the Claves way of making sure I keep that vow."

Morgan turned towards the blonde male standing beside him, eyes glinting in worry. "We can't torture him, Jace." Clary nodded in agreement. "Is there anyone else we can ask?"

"If the Circle really is back and they've taken Jocelyn," Hodge cut into their conversation. "Our leader—our leader of the Circle was Valentine Morgenstern—" Hodge winced as his rune seared, Morgan cringed and turned his head slightly. "We thought he wanted to protect humans, like all Shadowhunters. But we never realized the lengths in which Valentine was willing to go, the people he was willing to sacrifice." Hodge inhaled sharply as his rune seared once again. "Most of Humanity would die if we carried out Valentine's plan."

Clary and Morgan shared a look, the redhead turning to the older man. "We still don't understand. How does our mother relate to all of this?"

Hodge sighed and looked between the two teenagers before focusing on Clary. "Jocelyn was a member of the Circle as well," he looked at Morgan. "So were your parents."

Morgan sighed, he had a feeling this was the case. Because why would his biological parents and their mom be affiliated with someone that was a part of a dangerous group unless they were also once a part of it? Clary seemed like she refused to believe it, she shook her head and stammered out, "no. I can't believe it. Our mother, she—"

"The important thing is that they left the Circle," Hodge said, assuring her before she could freak out. "And so none of this even matters, because Valentine died in a fire years ago." Morgan grabbed Clary's hand and squeezed it gently, smiling softly when the older redhead looked at him with teary eyes.

Their attention was brought back to Hodge when he yelled out in pain, falling back. Jace was quick to help him sit down. "Hodge. Hodge?"

"I'm sorry but we can't ask you to do this," Clary said, gripping Morgan's hand tightly.

"We don't have much of a choice." Jace said, looking back at the siblings. Frowning slightly at the saddened look on Morgan's face, he didn't really like that expression. He sighed and turned back to Hodge. "You understand that, right?"

"Jace is right," Hodge said, agreeing with the younger blonde. "Valentine nearly destroyed the Shadow World and Humanity along with it. If he'd gotten the Cup—"

"Wait a minute," Morgan cut Hodge off, looking down at the ground and biting his lower lip. "Our mom told us she hid something from someone. If it's this Cup—"

"Morgan, the Mortal Cup is the most important object in the Shadow World," Jace said, looking at the small brunette. "Whoever possesses it can create more Shadowhunters."

"And in the wrong hands," Hodge added. "Control demons. If Jocelyn hid the Cup from Valentine then she's in more danger than you can possibly imagine." The rune seared again which caused Hodge to scream out in pain.

"Hodge!" Jace ran to the older man's side as he fell to the ground in pain.

Morgan bit his lip and stepped forward hesitantly. "We hate to make you suffer like this."

Hodge looked at the two teenagers, both held varying degrees of worry in their expression. "I'm so sorry. Your mother was only trying to protect you both. And now you must protect her. Stop Valentine before he destroys us all."

With Morgan's hand still gripped tightly in hers, Clary ran out the room. The young boy could hear the heavy footsteps belonging to Jace as he chased after. "Clary!" Morgan heaved, trying to catch his breath, he never really was all that athletic but the redhead never slowed her pace.

"Clary, will you just calm down?" Jace said as he caught up to them.

Morgan winced at those choice of words, his sister was not going to like that.

"Calm down?!" Clary repeated his words, yeah, he was right. "Really, calm down? Okay, Jace, you might be some kind of emotionless G.I Joe, but—"

"What is a G.I Joe?" Jace questioned, confused which only seemed to make Clary more irritated.

Morgan was quick to explain, though he felt kind of bad referring to the blonde that way. He was trying to help, after all. "A soldier who doesn't understand human emotions."

"Who doesn't know what it feels like to lose someone, to lose your own mother." Clary added bitterly.

Morgan gasped quietly, taken aback by her words. "Clary.." he whispered.

Jace crossed his arms over his chest, glancing towards Morgan briefly before focusing on the redhead in front of him. "You're right. I never met my mother."

Morgan gave his sister a disappointed look, watching as her face softened at the new information. The young boy wanted to reach out and offer some form of comfort but they were still new to each other and that might not be taken all that well.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know." Clary stammered out.

"That's precisely my point," Jace said. "You don't know anything about this. You don't know me, you don't know my life," Clary sighed and looked at her brother. "But in the shadow world, no training and no plan gets you killed."

Clary sighed once more, standing closer to her brother and pressing her back against the wall. "Okay, so we know that Valentine is back and he wants the Cup, and for some reason he thinks our mom has it." The redhead looked at the blonde and then her brother.

"Could she?" Jace asked, the siblings looked at him with identical looks of confusion. "Have the Cup, I mean?"

Clary sighed. "We don't know."

"Look, Clary, Morgan, you know about runes. You've drawn them and you've seen them around. You—you know something. Think, please." Jace moved closer to them.

"We've tried, Jace, okay?" Clary snapped, already getting tired.

Morgan leaned his head against his sister's shoulder. "It's just empty blackness." He said.

Jace looked between the siblings before realization seemed to hit. "Your memories have been wiped."

"That's not possible," Clary said, shaking her head.

"Is it?" Morgan asked, stepping forward slightly.

The blonde Shadowhunter looked between the two and nodded. "Absolutely," Jace said. "If you know a warlock." He added.

"A warlock?"

"Yeah, a warlock, Clary." Jace said, seemingly annoyed with the redhead. "Immortal beings, they're half-demon, half-human. Sometimes their fingers spark."

"Dot.." Morgan breathed out, remembering how Dot's fingers sparked as she drew a portal for them. "Our mom's assistant." He said, turning to face Jace. "Her hands had this purple glow when she opened the wall and our mom pushed us through and we ended up at the police station."

"That was a portal," Jace explained, his attitude much different. "Dot must have been a warlock, only warlocks can create them."

"Wait, so you're saying if we find the real Dot," Clary started.

"She could help us find the Cup and get our mom back?" Morgan finished.

Jace shrugged. "Unless she's working for Valentine."

"Even better," Clary smirked as she looked at her brother, who smiled knowingly. "She'll lead us right to him." She grabbed her brother's hand and tugged him to walk beside her as the two walked to the heart of the institute. "Where's Simon?"

[x][x][x][x]

Morgan stood in front of the mirror, wearing another change of clothes. Isabelle had provided him the tightest pair of jeans he's ever worn in his life and Alec surprisingly lent him another black shirt and jacket. He was so sure the taller dark haired guy hated him and his sister but at least he was a bit helpful.

"Are these the only jeans you have?" He asked the pretty brunette behind him who was currently sitting next to Clary on a bed.

Isabelle chuckled, getting up to stand behind the smaller boy. "What? I think they look nice, makes your legs look great in my opinion."

"Where's Simon?" Clary asked as she stood on the other side of Morgan.

"Who?" Morgan raised a brow while Clary gave her a slightly annoyed look, the Shadowhunter laughed. "Kidding. He's in good hands with the boys."

"I, somehow, don't trust that.." Morgan muttered before moving towards Isabelle's bed. "So, are you three a family?"

Clary snickered. "Translation, he wants to know if there might be something going on between you and Jace."

Morgan shot his sister a look, scoffing quietly. "Why should I care about that?"

"Because you do." Clary shot back.

Isabelle giggled. "Don't worry," she said. "In every way, he's like my brother. Our parents took Jace in when he was ten, we trained together. Learned to fight side by side."

Morgan sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. "Look, a few days ago, all my sister and I had to worry about was getting into our dream schools. And now—"

"Is this the part where I give you the pep talk about harnessing your inner Shadowhunter and accepting your true destiny?" Isabelle asked, cutting the boy off.

"Was that the pep talk?" Clary questioned with furrowed brows.

"Basically," Isabelle smiled before sitting next to Morgan. "Remember, you were born to do this." She said, twirling a strand of his soft brown locks and tucking it behind his ear. "No matter what has happened, this is who you are."

Morgan blew out a breath, looking between his sister and new friend. "Not exactly feeling that."

"Yet." Isabelle smiled.

"Okay, but now we have to find Dot." Clary piped into the conversation.

"And track down and kill the most dangerous rogue Shadowhunter in history before he kills us." Isabelle added.

Morgan laughed nervously. "You really know how to ruin a pep talk, don't you?"

"Come on, let's go." Isabelle stood up and walked away, before stopping and turning to face the siblings. "Oh, and Simon is kind of nerd-hot." She laughed before walking out.

Morgan and Clary shared a look before the redhead stood and tugged her brother up to follow the other girl.

[x][x][x][x]

"Let's get out of here, just you, Clary, and me." Simon spoke quietly to the siblings as he put on his jacket. "We can get Dot ourselves."

"Simon, there are demons out there, okay?" Clary said as she started to fix his jacket.

"Actual demons with tentacles that wanna murder us," Morgan said, fidgeting with the ring his mom gave him. The box had been returned to him by Alec who had found it when they returned from the apartment. "Do you know how to kill demons?"

Simon watched as Isabelle walked between the three. "I'm just an internet search away."

"I don't think it's that simple, Simon." Clary said, rolling her eyes.

Simon began to argue. "I bet it's not that hard."

"I doubt you'd find anything accurate, anyways." Morgan said before gasping as Isabelle pressed onto the wall, revealing a weaponry.

"Woah," they all said together.

Jace smacked her hand away that was running along a blade. "No, Izzy."

Isabelle rolled her eyes before running her fingers along the blade again. "Fifty bucks says he doesn't approve this mission."

"I don't approve of this mission," Alec said as he walked over to them. "I spoke with the Clave. They're sending Seelie scouts to search for Valentine, but they made it clear, the little girl and boy don't leave the premises."

"Hey, we have names!" Clary hissed at him. "And I don't care what the Clave or you want, we're going to find Dot."

"Alec, this warlock could have the answers we need." Jace intervened. "With Valentine's people out there searching for Morgan and Clary, they're not safe outside alone."

"Jace has a point." Isabelle said, looking at her brother and shrugging.

" Et Tu , Izzy?" Alec looked towards his younger sister. "All right, since you have all the answers, where do you suggest we search?"

"We should start at Dot's apartment in Greenpoint and there's this thrift store that she—" Clary was cut off as Morgan let out a gasp. "Bubba?" Clary called out, watching worriedly as her younger brother let out a panicked sound.

"What's wrong? What is it?" Jace questioned.

"I, Um," Morgan breathed, looking at his sister. "Clary, I think I know where Dot is."

"Great," Simon smiled, pulling his hand out his pocket, showcasing his car keys. "I'll drive. What? Unless you have, like, a Shadowhunter mobile or something." Isabelle chuckled and Simon looked down, noticing the runes on the floor. "You were kidding about the runes on the floor killing me, right?"

Jace shared a look with the two Shadowhunters. "Possibly." He stated, patting Simon's neck twice before moving past them. Clary and Morgan both smiled at their best friend before following behind Alec and Jace.

"Wait, am I gonna die?" Simon called out to them before Isabelle grabbed ahold of his shirt and pulled him to walk along with her.