I wrote this with my wonderful friend Morgan and iluvblooburryz. We each wrote one sentence, then got bored, so now we're writing a paragraph at a time. Assuming anyone actually reads this, I'll update every Friday with a new chapter.
"Jace!" Clary desperately yelled, "help!"
Jace ran panicked into Clary's room at the Institute, stele already pulled out, where he found her tangled in a fluffy pink sweater she was trying to put on. "The zipper's stuck," she sighed, batting her eyelashes.
"And you want help?" Jace deciphered, mockery in his tone, as he ambled across the room to his sister. His eyes looked conflicted as he gently pulled down the pink monster and walked out of her room, leaving Clary gazing longingly after him. She heaved a sigh and followed him out the door.
"Jace?" She said the name like a question.
"What?" he snapped; seeing her was more than he could bear right now.
Clary ran up to him, matching his quick stride with one of her own. "Will you…" she began, staring at the ground and tugging at the hem of her shirt. "Can we…" She paused.
"Well, physically, yes, there is nothing stopping us. But, given the circumstances and the fact that our children would be deformed…" he stopped abruptly as Clary reached up to slap him. He danced out of the way, a taunting smile covering his handsome face.
"Can we go for a walk?" Clary asked, furious at her brother.
"Sure, if that's all you really want." Jace grinned sarcastically.
"You're jumping to conclusions!" Clary cried, exasperated. She then used the best weapon she possessed: "I wanted to talk a walk. With my brother." She turned and flounced off to her room, not looking back until she was inside the doorway of her room. Jace was still standing with his back to her, hid head bowed and his muscles tensed.
Clary retreated back into her room. Jace stood frozen for a minute before breaking his trance. As soon as he had, he wished he hadn't. Memories shot through his head like arrows aimed directly at his heart. He thought of Clary's emerald green eyes staring at him with a deep love. He reminisced of Clary's 15th birthday, sitting gin the greenhouse and wishing the night would never end. Then he jumped forward to the time at Renwick's when he had looked at her as if she was the only girl in the world and she looked at him as if he was nothing.
Because she knew. She knew the only thing that could hurt Jace was true; even his façade wasn't strong enough for him to pretend he was okay. Then he thought of Valentine's heartless words. "To love is to destroy." He imagined his father's face, clearly showing the I-told-you-so thoughts. He thought through these memories and turned on his heel, chasing after his sister.
He ran up behind her and grabbed her shoulders, squeezing them reassuringly. "Clary?" he asked tentatively. Well, as tentatively as he ever was, as he ever let himself be.
"What?" She turned around, her fiery appearance matching her fire-red hair. It was Jace's turn to stumble for words; she was so beautiful when she was angry.
"I, we, um…" he stuttered. "Can we…?"
"Well, physically, yes, there's nothing stopping us. But, given the circumstances and the fact that our children would be deformed…" she quoted her brother's snide words, an evil gleam brightening her eyes.
Jace scowled at his sister, but on the inside, he was ecstatic. Even the possibility of 'that' going through her pretty head was so far beyond anything he had thought possible. He stared at her, watching each little movement she made as she stood there in front of him. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, brushed a stray hair behind her ear, but still the enraged look dominated her face. His head spun with thought that brothers shouldn't think about heir sisters.
As he tried to master his strength, his thoughts scattered by her beauty, she turned around and started back to her room. "Wait," Jace called out. She spun around and Jace saw a frustrated look on her face.
He smiled sheepishly. "Can we go for that walk now?"
