Author's note: Hello, everyone! This is my first fanfiction. So any sort of criticism is very welcome.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments Trilogy, or any characters or settings therein. I simply use them as a vehicle to spur on my writing skills.
Jocelyn opened her eyes groggily, trying to wade out of the deep waters of sleep. Something demanded her awakened attention, and she struggled to respond. After a few moments of trying to clear her sight, she succeeded, and sat upright in bed.
She blinked, looking about herself. What had woken her up? Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, unless you counted the moon that was so bright it was nearly likened to sunlight. For a few minutes she sat like this, but she could neither see nor hear anything strange. Eventually she lay back down.
Jocelyn sat upright again with a jolt. A scream had sliced the thin night air, covering her arms and neck with gooseflesh. She pulled the blankets from her legs and slid off the bed. The floor was cold, but she barely noticed.
She opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. The moonlight coming through the windows was so bright she had no need for a candle. She walked down the length of the hall until she came to a staircase. Just as she was about to descend, she saw someone walking up.
"Jocelyn?" Valentine was looking up at her. "What are you doing out of bed? Is something wrong?" He climbed the rest of the stairs until he stood by her. He took her hands and put an arm around her shoulders.
"Your hands are so cold. Are you alright?" His voice was full of warm concern. She shivered.
"I'm fine," she whispered, leaning her head against his chest.
"What are you doing out of bed?" he asked. She just shook her head. The screaming seemed like a faded memory now, and now she wasn't sure if she had even heard it. Maybe it was just a dream. Not wanting to seem silly, she shrugged.
"I just couldn't sleep," she told him. He kissed her forehead, then led her back down the hallway to the bedroom.
"You shouldn't be wandering around this late at night," he told her as she climbed back into bed. "You might catch cold." He smiled warmly at her, stroking her stomach.
"You need to think of the baby."