DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Mortal Instruments, however owning Jace seems like an amazing idea.
If I have learned anything from Jace in the four years I've known him, and trust me, I've learned a lot, was that Jace and the color pink did not get along.
But the little device in my hands was clearing screaming that retched color of mixed red and white. There were no little lines, no they were words, but they were pink words. And personally, I'm starting to hate the color pink too.
"Clary!" Isabelle's angry cries came from the other side of the bathroom door. I jumped, scared half to death, the…thing…slipping from my hands. "Oh!" I cried, lunging out for it, just barely grasping it…on the wrong side. "Bleh!" I jumped again, flipping it over.
"What are you, dying in there?" Isabelle asked from the other side, banging loudly on the door. I slipped the horrible, hated device in a roll of toilet paper and stuffed it into my pocket. I quickly opened the door, Isabelle stopped mid-yell to stare at me.
"Why do you look like you saw a ghost?" She asked slowly, peeking around me to look into the bathroom. She was dressed in her usual flowing dresses and had her hair messily thrown into a bun, a small dagger holding it together.
"If I saw a ghost that put me in this much shock, it'd be Valentine's." I said numbly. Isabelle's eyes widened. "What happened?" She whispered, like someone would hear her. I shook my head, my red curls shaking around my face. "I'll tell you later." I said, brushing past her. Somehow, she managed to stay taller than me. I was only a little over 5'5 and I was twenty now. I wasn't growing any more.
I wandered through the Institute, really hoping I would run into anyone in particular. After we all came back from Idris, I moved into the Institute so Maryse and Jace and Alec could train me. My mother and Luke moved in later, missing me and my mom wanted to take part in my training, finally. My head was empty of almost all thoughts but one.
I'm not pregnant. I kept saying over and over. Once Jace had told me if you said a word enough times it lost its meaning. But his theory wasn't working very well at the moment. I almost flinched every time I thought the word...pregnant.
"Meow." Church purred, curling around my feet. "Hey there." I murmured, pulling a hand from my pocket and petting his back. "Hey yourself." A voice said and I jumped. For a brief second, I thought Church had actually spoken out loud but then I recognized the voice, how could I not, and felt ridiculous.
Jace was walking down the hallway, dressed in all black. Alec and Jace had gotten back that morning from slaying some demons down the street and it wasn't all that messy of a job so he didn't feel the need to change.
I placed a shaky smile on my lips, my hands curling around the unmentionable item in my pocket. "What's wrong?" Jace asked, automatically seeing the tense set of my shoulders and wavering smile. "Nothing. Just peachy." I said. He raised an eyebrow at me, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Really." It wasn't a question.
"Mhm." I said, staring him in his golden eyes that were sparking with curiosity. "You know, Clarissa, I can tell when you're lying to me. I may have been horrible at it in the past but I've learned your tricks." He bent his face closer to mine; I was scowling for him calling me Clarissa.
"What's in the pocket?" he asked quietly, his breath washing over my face. He smelled like he did when I first kissed him, tangy like a green apple. "My hands." I said my voice quiet enough so it wouldn't break. Jace glowered at me. "And?" I sighed heavily, pulling away. "Nothing." I said again, walking away down the hallway. His quiet footfalls seemed to echo in the empty hallway.
Why couldn't this be one of the moments where Isabelle or Alec or Mom or Luke or anyone comes and breaks the totally alone time we were having? Why did it have to not happen when I was begging for it?
Jace's familiar, warm arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. "I want it." He said, his hands slipping into my pocket, the grin apparent in his voice. "Trust me, you don't." I said, tightening my fist. "So you admit that you're hiding something. Secrets don't make friends." He said, probing his fingers around, trying to find a crease to break my grip.
"And I always thought we were more than friends. Hmm." I said, trying to pull away. Jace gave up trying to break my grip and tugged at my arms. "Clary, quite being ridiculous. Give me what's in your pockets." Jace said sternly.
"Ooh, scary. You sound like my mother, you know that right?" I said, flipping myself around so I was pressed against his chest. He stared down at me with expectant eyes. "Give it to me." He whispered, almost pleadingly. "No." I whispered back.
A sudden pain went down my legs and I jumped, my hands going flying out of my jacket. "Ouch! Church!" Blood was trickling down my bare leg, a long scratch from one of his nails. "Today just had to be the day I wore shorts." I murmured.
I looked up from my leg to see Jace, holding something small and white, his eyes bugging out of his head. I looked panicked down at my pocket, it was empty. "Jace…I—." But I stopped not knowing what to say. That I was sorry? No, that would be silly.
We stood there like statues for a long, slow time before his eyes finally came up to meet mine. So many emotions swirled in his dark golden eyes I could hardly keep up. It made me incredibly dizzy. Slowly, he murmured something, almost to himself.
"And I thought you were just stealing my cookies again."
A/N: Ok, so in the usual process of strange ideas swirling through my head right as I lay down to go to sleep so I can't sleep I wondered about if Clary got pregnant and this was my conclusion!! Haha tell me whatcha think and if I should keep writing this one! Thanks!