A/N: I got creative. I'm also psycho. Get over it. This also takes place about 7 months after COLS. & Jonathan is 19 in this. Let's just say his birthday was somewhere in those 7 months. Enjoy the story.
3rd POV:
Jonathan watches her as she dances toward her prey. Her blue hair flows behind her, the dyed strands making her blend in well with the crowd. He smirks at her retreating figure. She is perfect for a spy. And that's exactly what she'll be. She returns minutes later, without even a trace of ichor.
She walks over to him, smiling and showing off her perfectly white teeth. "Done. It delivered the message and didn't even fight." She tells him. "Wonderful. Now, let's go. We have more important matters to deal with." Jonathan tells her. She nods her head and grabs his hand. They walk out of the club and step through the portal. They arrive at the house and head to their office.
She riffles through papers and he sits in the chair, looking tense. "Jonathan, we can't keep up like this. I have to leave the house with Lochan at some time. He either learns to breathe air and the Shadow World or he grows like a mundane. Stuck inside everyday. You choose." She says in a firm voice. He sighs. "Fine. I have a plan. You're 19 and he's only three. The two of you can go spy for me. You can go to the Institute. You can always communicate with me. And can you capture Clarissa at some point? For me?" He asks.
She looks pissed off. He somehow knew she would overreact. "No! If you would rather have her so bad, take her yourself! Dammit, Jonathan! You know my conditions! And that is morally wrong! Think of how Lochan would feel if he found the two of you together! He would run to me and cry! He would be confused as hell and I would have to feed him some story and we'd have a huge blow out in the morning! Get this in that goddamned insane head of yours!" She shrieks at him.
He stands up and goes to her. "Alright. I'll stick to your conditions. Now, why don't we go get some bags packed for you and Loki. You'll need to spy well. And you might want to stick to your maiden name. And tell the Lightwoods you're their cousin. Being a Trueblood has some benefits you know." He smirks and wraps his arms around her.
"Yeah... I hate it." She pouts. He laughs. "Well, you aren't really much of one now, are you? You're a Morgenstern. Mrs. Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern. I like the sound of that. And Lochan James Morgenstern. We're perfect." He says. She stifles a laugh. "Yes, we are. And Loki loves you. Well, as much as he's capable. And he loves me too. He's going to love his mom. And I love you." She whispers.
He smiles. He leans down and kisses her sweetly. He runs his hands through her hair and they come away with blue dye. "Washable dye. Let's get this out. How about a shower? Loki is asleep after all." He grins and his eyes shine lustfully. She has the same expression. She pulls him to their bedroom and pushes him into the bathroom. She's certainly been living up to the Morgenstern standards in his book.
CPOV: (Clary)
Maryse asked us all to gather in the kitchen. None of us can bear to go in the library. Not since Maryse found the wings. We all sit at the table. Maryse sighs heavily before speaking. "We are going to have some guests. They're family. They're from my side. It's my niece and her son. Averianna, don't ask about her name, and Lochan. They're Truebloods. They're going to be in New York for a while and need a place to stay. I expect all of you to be on your best behavior. Jace, that means you. And no cursing around Lochan. He's three." She finishes.
We all just stare at her. I don't think it ever accurred to us that Maryse has family. "I'm always on my best behavior." Jace says smirking. I roll my eyes. "Am I allowed to stay here while she's here? And am I allowed to pummel Jace to death if he becomes a bit too cozy?" I ask with a serious expression. Everyone except Jace and Maryse laugh. She cracks a smile. Jace pouts. I give him a kiss on the cheek. "Don't make me have a reason and you'll be safe." I tell him. He smiles.
"When are they-" Izzy starts to ask but we hear the elevator. "That'll be them now." She says with a smile. We all follow Maryse, who is going to the elevator. Two people exit the elevator. A little boy with curly brown hair and dark blue eyes holds onto a woman's hand. She looks more like a teenager. She looks about 19. She has curly, silky, brown hair past her shoulders and light colored eyes. From this distance, I can't tell the exact color.
The girl brings the boy forward with her. She has a suitcase in the elevator and she's carrying one in her right hand and she has a backpack set in the middle of her shoulders. The boy is carrying a small bag on his shoulder. She grabs her suitcase from the elevator and brings it into the hallway. Alec looks at her suitcases then at his mother. "May I help you? I could bring your bags to your room if you like." He tells the girl. She shakes her head. "No, thank you. If you show me my room, I'm sure we could manage." Her voice is light and melodic. It reminds me of the Fey.
"Of course, Averianna, you can follow me. I'll show you and Lochan your room." Maryse says. Averianna nods her head. She manages to grab her other suitcase and they follow Maryse to their room. Maryse comes back several minutes later. They aren't behind her. "No questions. She's been through a tough time. She may act a bit like Jace." Our eyes get large. "In the sense of hiding her pain. Not in the same manner. She won't be sarcastic. I simply mean that she may not show much emotion unless it be toward her son." We sigh in relief. Two Jace's are more than enough.
We all head to the kitchen. Averianna shows up with Lochan by the time lunch is made. I've learned that Maryse is a really good cook like Jace said. We all sit at the dinner table. "Averianna, I would like to introduce you to my children and a close friend." Maryse starts the conversation.
She points at each of us in turn, "Alec, Isabelle, Jace, and Clary. Alec is short for Alexander and he's the oldest. We all call Isabelle Izzy or Iz and she's my only daughter. Jace is... let's just go with Jace and he's my adopted son. Clary is short for Clarissa, she's Jocelyn Garroway's daughter, and she's Jace's girlfriend."
Averianna studies each of us. Lochan is eating quietly. "I'm Averianna and I'm 19 years old. I liked to be called Avery. Lochan's nickname is Loki. He's three and a half. He's my everything." She touchs his head of curls as she says this. She smiles and I see a tear leak out of her eye. Up close I can see that her eyes are a light violet. That is something I've never seen.
Lochan finishes his dinner and yawns. She smiles at him. "Excuse me, I have to get him ready for bed." She stands up and picks up the toddler. He smiles and she smiles back. They look happy. "Come on, Loki. Bedtime. And you get to hear your favorite story. The warriors and how they met and fell in love." I hear her say to her son as they walk down the hall. It must be about how she found love or something. Now I'm curious.
"Maryse, if she's 19 and she has a three and a half year old son, how old was she win she got pregnant? And who's the father?" I ask. Maryse stops eating. Uh oh. I said something stupid. "Well, she's almost twenty. She was sixteen. And she won't tell anyone who the father is. But as far as I know, he's a Shadowhunter and cares about them. He cared enough to propose. Word is she turned him down. She just wasn't ready. But they still see each other occasionally." We all nod our heads.
"Okay." I say. "I want all of you to try and get along with her." Maryse finalizes the conversation and leaves the table. We all finish our food and put our dishes in the sink. One of us will do them eventually. I walk down the hall towards my room. I give Izzy and Alec a hug before bed and I give Jace a quick kiss. I start to go into my room when I hear a voice singing. I go across the hall and press my ear to the door.
A voice is singing a lullaby. I knock on the door. The singing stops and I stand up straight. The door opens. It's Averianna, I mean Avery. "Hey. Clary, right?" She asks me. I nod my head. "Yeah. I was just wondering how you're settling in. And I was wondering if you wanted to spar tomorrow. So, do you?" I ask. "I'm settling in okay. So's Loki. And I would like to spar with you but I can't. I have plans. Loki and I have letters to send out and everything. And we have to plan for Wednesday." She pauses to take a breath.
Wednesday is in two days. She continues, "Loki gets to see his father. He rarely gets to see him anymore. We see him maybe three times a year. And Loki is really excited. I appreciate your offer, but I'm going to have to turn you down." She tells me. I nod my head. "Alright. Maybe Thursday." I say. She nods her head. And goes back into her room. I go into mine and get ready for bed.
LPOV: (Loki)
I heard Mommy talk to that redhaired lady. She is weird. But from pictures in the office, I know that she's Daddy's sister. She is really weird. I have a weird aunt. I pretended to go to sleep for Mommy so I could hear the conversation. Nothing too interesting. Except I get to see my dad on Wednesday. Mommy comes back in the room from the bathroom. "Sweetheart, why are you still awake?" She asks me. I shrug.
"We get to see Daddy soon?" I ask her. She comes and hugs me. "Yes. We get to see him the day after tomorrow. You already miss him, don't you?" She kisses the top of my head and strokes my curls. I nod my head. "Yeah." I say. She hands me her phone and types in a number. She hands me the phone and gets up. She goes to the closet and starts hanging our clothes up.
My dad's voice come on the line. "Averianna?" He asks. "No, Dad. It's me. Loki." I tell him. I can hear him smiling. "Hello, son. How is it?" I continue to have a conversation with him for about ten minutes before Mommy takes away the phone. They talk and she talks in that soft voice she uses only when she's talking to Daddy. I go to sleep to the sound of my mother's happy voice.
A/N: Soooo... what do you think of my OCs? What do you think of Averianna originally being a Trueblood? Please, tell me.