1996 Brooklyn, New York
It was always wednesdays he picked her up from school and took her home while Jocelyn went on errands of some sort. Sometimes if it was warm enough he'd take her for ice cream. But today wasn't one of those days.
He parked on the curb. Unhooked his seat belt then Clary's. He got out and went around to the other side and opened the car door for her and helped her out. as they were making their way up the front steps Luke caught a glimpse of Madame Dorothea watching them though the partially open curtains and closed them when she noticed him staring. She was such an odd woman he thought. A mundane mixed up in magic, and from what he knew they never came to good ends.
They continued inside, upstairs to the top level of the brownstone and finally making their way into the Frays apartment. Clary hung her school bag on one of the metal hooks by the door and took out a pink folder and her lunchbox which had pink and blue flowers on it and placed both on the table in the kitchen. "Can I help you with your homework?" He asked while opening the fridge trying to find something suitable for a snack. All they had was a bottle of lime juice and some cheddar cheese. " okay, but it's subtraction and it's really hard." He abandoned any hope of finding her anything to snack on and sat beside her at the table. "try me." she looked at him will wide emerald eyes. He took the pink folder from where it was placed and opened it. There was a piece of paper with a note attached to it from her teacher.
Mrs. Fray,
In class we are having a day were all the children are bringing their fathers in to have a sort of party the monday after fathers day. As I'm aware of the late Mr. Fray, I'm suggesting that Clary do something else. I'm not trying to make her feel excluded but I don't want her to feel left out. Please contact me.
- Miss Jones
Luke looked at Clary for a second and then back at the note making sure he'd read it right. Jocelyn had made it clear that she didn't want Clary to know who her father was. She had also made it clear she didn't want Clary to know about the shadow world or what she had done. What they had done. He knew she had fabricated a story for when the time came and Clary got curious about the absence of her father or his death. She looked like him, not really but it was the little details he recognized, the was she scowled when things didn't go her way, or the way she smiled when they did. He could see hints of Valentine in her, they were small but they were there and part of that scared him. Everything else was Jocelyn, her crimson curls, or her emerald green eyes, that look she got when she needed answers.
Clary was looking at him. "Oh, thats for mom. Miss Jones says I can go to the art room while the other kids spend time with their daddies." There was a hint of sadness in her voice when she said it. He felt like he was crossing a line by saying this but he had to ask. " Clary does it make you upset that you don't have a father?" She looked at him and smiled, a sad smile, one that was trying to convince him that she was alright. "No, I have you." She said. "Clary… I'm not your-" " I know, but your like my father. You play with me like daddies do, you pick me up from school, you let me have ice cream, you tell me stories and sometimes you tuck me in at night. Luke you're the closest thing I have to a daddie."
A/N: I did this with The Infernal Devices and wanted to do one with TMI. Tell me If you want more :)