The Mortal Instruments - FanFiction

Training Days...

Chapter 1 - The Wake Up Call

It was early morning and Clary lay asleep, her blankets tangled around her slight frame. Since her mother and Luke's marriage, Clary had been living at the institute. It took a lot of convincing on her behalf - Simon also becoming involved. Since he had began seeing Isabelle Lightwood, he was at ease with the idea that Clary should live at the institute. Jocelyn and Luke were newly married, Clary thought they should enjoy being together without her. Although Luke was definitely comfortable with this situation, Clary knew why her mother objected. Twenty-four hour exposure to the world she had tried to hide from Clary her whole life was something Jocelyn was still trying to comprehend. She never wanted her daughter to dive in head first into the world she had ruined for herself. Yet after some consideration and persuasion about further training for Clary to become a Shadowhunter – still a somewhat reluctant wish by Jocelyn - Maryse Lightwood had won the conflict.

Although it wasn't the most desired arrangement, Clary's room was right next to Isabelles's in the institute. She loved Izzy, she was almost like a sister to her now. Growing up as only child, she had never completely understood the concept of siblings – or so she had thought until she met Sebastian – her flesh and blood brother. Izzy had helped Clary move in to her new room, complaining about the copious array of art supplies that never seemed to end. Since her life of a Shadowhunter had began, Clary had become more of a graphical artist. She often drew with bold lines and less colour these days. Jace was supportive of whatever she drew, but she knew her preferred her coloured sketches, because they represented her personality better.

It was all this, that had led to this point in time. Clary had been at the institute for 3 weeks now, she still struggled to get into the habit of waking up early as all Shadowhunters did. Jace had told her that it wouldn't come easy. After all, he had been rising with the sun all his life. He, Isabelle and Alec, unlike Clary – had it programmed into them at a young age. Just another thing to add to the list of things Clary had missed out on if she was training to be a Shadowhunter at a young age. She was the only Shadowhunter at her age starting the basics. Although she wasn't a beginner, compared to the Lightwood children, she was far from great.

A light tread coming down the hallway outside woke Clary. Her perfect hearing rune enabled her to distinguish footsteps. She knew who it was before they had even reached for the door handle on the outside. Clary smiled to herself and rolled over; if she was still partly groggy from sleep, it was still a good dream. The handle turned and the door opened soundlessly, the person walking inside the room. Clary sensed, rather than heard the distinguishing footfalls now. She knew they had drawn a silencing rune on themselves. As they drew closer – one step away from her bed - Clary sprang into action; sitting up, grabbing the knife that was on her bedside table and holding it to the intruder, all in one fluid motion. A light chuckle filled the space between Clary and the intruder.

"You're getting better," Jace muttered as he reached down and touched her face. "not quite the morning wake up call I was hoping to receive..." He kissed her lips lightly, his hands prying the knife from her grasp and setting it down on the table with an audible clunk. Clary smiled against his lips as they broke apart. She pulled him over her until her was lying on the bed next to her. Realising what she wanted, Jace drew her into the circle of his arms – his legs tucking behind hers. They always fit together perfectly. Clary heard Jace sigh in content as the warmth of their joined bodies created a light heat. As always, Clary skin tingled wherever Jace touched her. Even now, the sensations of his touch did things to her body she couldn't always control. They lay together for a few moments. Drinking the scent of each other in. They never grew sick of the other. They were both hooked onto each other like a drug. Jace needed her, Clary needed him.

"I suppose I have to get up now..." Clary murmured softly.
"Mmm..." was all Jace said, as he kissed her cheek. His hand ran down the side of her body, following the curve of her waist. "We have training in forty minutes," he whispered between the kisses he now traced down the side of her jaw.
"Is it just us today? Because I really don't want to move yet."
He chuckled, his whole body vibrating softly with the action. "As much as I approve of this," he ran his hand along the bare skin at the top of her thigh, his hands heated with longing, "I don't think it is constructive training, however physical it might get..."
Clary turned her head back and looked into Jace's eyes. She poked out her tongue playfully, before reluctantly peeling herself out of Jace's arms – her favourite sanctuary. She rolled over, flipping her feet off the bed before standing up. She leaned forward, placed a chaste kiss on his lips before taking his hands and drawing him up off the bed to her. Despite the height difference, she was still able to pull him up.
"I will see you in a few minutes then." Clary, looked down at her feet, before trailing her gaze back up to meet his eyes. He had his training face on now. His eyes weren't as loving as they were when they were physical and his jaw was set in a line. To Clary, it was like a business face. Jace's hand reached out – however conscious of the gesture, Clary wasn't sure – and ran the back of his knuckles down her cheek.
"See you then." Was all he said before he left the room soundlessly.

Momentarily frozen after his touch, Clary shook her head to get back into focus. She went into the bathroom, conjoined to her room. She didn't bother with a shower, knowing that after training she would be having one anyway. She went to the mirror and picked up a hair tie from the basin counter – hoping to sort out the curly mess that was now her hair. Luckily for her, Jace loved her hair, no matter what state it was in. Clary pulled it back off her face as she stared at her bright eyes and pink lips; from the light kisses shared moments before. Walking back into the bedroom, she grabbed some fresh training clothes out of her drawers and changed.

Perfect. She thought, before walking out of her bedroom. Eagerly awaiting the day ahead of training with Jace.