Broken Hearts and Broken Homes
Summary: Jace Wayland was being punished for something he had no control over; simply being born. Alone, injured, broken, hopeless and afraid he tried to hold his head high and let the world take him.
Characters: Jace Wayland, Luke Garroway, Simon Lewis, Magnus Bane, Alec Lightwood, Isabelle Lightwood and more.
Pairings: Will be Jace and Clary but not really focused on their love at first.
Warnings: I bend timelines to my will to fit my story. Everything that happened in the books will happen here but some will be sooner then later. Angst, Angst and can you say Angst? Hurt Comfort and Spanking of the discipline kind.
Chapter 1 Alone
Jace was numb as he walked the deserted sidewalk in New York. His mind continued to replay the last weeks in his head, everything that had happened both good and bad. A smile came to his face when he thought of Clary and how they had met and fallen in love so quickly. He never believed that he could or would ever feel like this about anyone in his life but of course it was Jace Lightwood; no; Jonathon Morgenstern's life he was talking about. A shiver ran up his spine as he thought of his father and what he'd learned about who he truly was and how he had destroyed the one person he loved most of all because he was her brother. It would have been easier if Clary had hated him for it but she didn't. Oh be sure Jace hated himself enough for both of them but to know that she wasn't angry with him for what he'd done was worse then any beating he'd ever taken. He'd been so caught up in himself and Clary, the war with Valentine, being imprisoned by the silent brothers and the Inquisitor's treatment of him for being Valentine's son that he had been totally blind sided when Maryse threw him out.
"You're Valentine's son Jonathon, you're nothing but a spy sent among us to report back to him! How could you? We gave you a home and showed you love when no one else would!"
"I'm not a spy! I'm not a Morgenstern, please Maryse you have to believe me! I have always been Jace Wayland. I would never hurt you. You are my only family," he said softly.
"You're just like him," she growled. "Get out Jonathon Morgenstern and keep away from my children! I will be sending someone from the Clave to take you to Idris for a proper punishment, now go!" she pointed to the door.
What was left of his heart shattered knowing that the only family he'd ever had didn't believe him. Turning to the door he saw Alec standing frozen, staring. "I'm sorry Alec. Please believe that..." before he could finish a stinging slap snapped his head to the right leaving a burning sting and ache across his jaw.
"Get out Jace!" Alec growled. "I can't believe you! How could you do this to us?" Alec yelled before storming over to embrace his mother.
So here he was, walking aimlessly through the cold streets injured, broken and homeless knowing it was all his fault because he was Valentine's son. He wanted nothing more then to close his eyes and let the blackness take him forever but Nephilim could not take their own lives as it belonged to the angel; downworlders however could kill him with no consequences. With a scary, confident smile he set off to find someone to punish him.
Two weeks had passed and Jace had found plenty of people who wanted to dish out some pain, although his first choice had turned out to be a huge mistake. How was he suppose to know the Werewolf pack he started a fight with was Luke's of all peoples. Out of respect for Luke and Clary he stood stoic and took the long lecture about how he was reckless and thoughtless and how he was out of his mind. Hell he even felt a little stirring of humanity when Luke took him aside and asked him if he was ok after what had happened with the Lightwood's. His charm came out full force and he was able to convince the Lycan everything was ok and managed to sneak out while Luke dealt with his restless pack.
Since then he'd taken on demons of countless types left over from Valentine's, his father's, summoning and his last fight with a warlock had earned him a nice curse so that none of his Ruins would help him. That's right, Jace Morgenstern didn't even have the blessing given to all Shadow Hunters any more. Blood dripped down his face and arms, his side stung, his ribs and knee hurting so badly he could barely stand or breath but he held his fighting stance. Glancing around the room his was surrounded by over a hundred vampires all snarling and hissing at the scent of his blood. This is it, he thought to himself, this is how Jace Morgenstern ends. I wonder if my bones will end up in the city with the other Shadow Hunters? Who was he kidding, no one would even realize he'd been killed. "Come on bloodsuckers, is that all you have?" he taunted. "I know I'm the best Shadow Hunter this city has ever seen but there are a hundred of you," a cocky grin curled his lips as he swung the seraph blade in a gleaming arch beheading two of the vampires before they over took him. Pain, fire and fear were the last thing he remembered as he was beaten and torn at. He thought he heard a roaring growl rip through the air as his eyes slid shut.