Title: City of Abandoned Affections
Author: Tainted Rose Wings
Warnings: OOCness, violence, angst, language, drama, darkness etc.
Pairings: JacexClary, IzzyxSimon, MagnusxAlec
Disclaimer: I don't know The Mortal Instruments or any of the characters. All claims go to their prospective owners.
Summary: Jace always felt like there was something missing from his life. However, he was content with being a Shadowhunter, a warrior. It was how he grew up and it was how he lived his life. However, he'd met Clary and things had changed, even when they'd thought they were siblings their love had been strong. The feeling of 'missing something' had stopped but one day after the war…Clary was gone. No trace of where'd she gone or who could have taken her. Years later, Jace has tried to move on only to have a dream with Clary in it. A new war is starting and in the middle of a battle a golden light pierces the night sky. Giving back a young woman that Jace had fallen in love with but is it really Clary? And why doesn't she remember anything?
Author's Note: Hey guys! I'm a huge fan of The Mortal Instruments and its prequel/sequel. I recently saw the movie City of Bones and HAD to write a fanfic lol. Hope you all enjoy it and there will be a few things changed seeing as it happens Post- City of Lost Souls. I'd love to hear your feedback on it and there might be parts Influenced by a show so some of you might recognize some things.
Prologue
"Let all that you do be done in love."
The soft sound of pencil against paper filled the dimly lit but clean room. A girl no older than seventeen sat against the headboard of the bed, her covers precariously hung on her lap as she bent over a sketchbook. A look of pure concentration in her emerald gaze before she distractedly wiped a strand of red hair out of her face, the rest of it pulled back in a loose ponytail. Her skin was pale but not a sickly pale, almost like one of the Fair Folk and her body was lithe as well as petite like one. Her intense green eyes fell on the young man next to her, he lay sprawled out and fast asleep as they shared the blanket. His face was peaceful in sleep and almost innocent as he laid there, his halo of golden hair spread around his head and his molten gold eyes were hidden away from sight behind his eyelids. She smiled lightly, lovingly before studying his features and facing her sketch book again. The sound of pencil against paper started up again with renewed fever.
A little while after, she still continued to sketch and the young man's eyelids fluttered open, revealing gorgeous golden eyes that looked up at her sleepily. However, she was still too intent on her sketch to realize he'd awoken. "Clary…?"
The girl, Clary, started slightly at his soft sleep addled voice and looked at him. "Hey, I'm sorry. Did I wake you?"
He smiled up at her with his usual lopsided smile but it was coated with the loving look he gave only to her and it warmed her from the inside out. "No, I woke on my own. What are you doing still up?"
Her soft tinkling laughter made his smile soften and he leaned up against his elbows to lean in as he stole a kiss. She leaned into it with a soft sigh before pulling away, "Keep doing that Jace and I might just get used to it."
He laughed lowly before leaning in for another kiss and for a moment they got lost in just the feel of softly brushing their lips together. A small part of Jace felt full and complete, more complete than he had felt since he'd first met her that fateful day. Without thinking he asked, "Remember when you asked me if I believed in Angels?"
She gave him a curious look but nodded her confirmation and he continued. "And do you remember…do you remember when I brought it up again and said that I'd lied when I said I never saw one?"
Jace grinned when her cheeks dusted a light pink before she spoke, "I don't understand what you're trying to say, Jace."
"I've seen one…an Angel."
"Jace?"
"You…" She blinked for a moment, shock swirling in those emerald orbs before a full on blush colored her cheeks and ears as she finally understood. "You're the angel I saw. You're my angel."
Jace watched as she bit her lip while tears glistened brightly in her eyes and he could just tell that happiness swelled in her because it swelled in him too. She let a breathy murmur of 'oh Jace' pass her lips and she leaned in to kiss him. He melted into the kiss and let the heady sensation of their languid kisses fill him once more before pulling away. Clary had a warm loving smile on her face and he said, "Come. Get some sleep, Clary."
Another soft laugh slipped past her lips as she shook her head. "Not just yet. I want to finish this. Go ahead and sleep."
He frowned, slightly disappointed but he'd grown used to Clary getting into one of her drawing moods and spending hours and hours just sketching or painting. With a little sigh, he curled up closer to her and let his head lean against her thigh a little. Clary smiled lightly and let her fingers run though his halo of sunny locks and he let out an almost purr like noise of contentment. It didn't take long for him to fall back to sleep and after a moment of just carding her fingers through his tresses she picked up her sketchbook and pencil again. She hummed softly as she drew and her intensity was back as she focused solely on the drawing. Suddenly, a noise caught her attention and she looked up from the book, frowning at what sounded like crystalline music coming from the hall. Clary looked down at Jace to see if he was still asleep before setting down her things and sliding off the bed, noticing a soft glowing light from under the door. Curious at who else would be up at this time, she decided to go investigate the beautiful sound and with one final look back at Jace she opened the door and stepped out.
(OoO)
Jace woke slowly as a small ray of light danced across his face when the sun rose. He let out a soft groan and his hands traveled searchingly across the sheets for a familiar body of warmth. However, his hands bumped into something solid and inanimate instead of warm flesh. His head lifted and he opened one eye before both his eyes opened as he took notice that Clary was not in bed. In her place was her sketch book and out of sleepily curiosity he looked at the finished sketch, warmth blooming quickly throughout his being when he saw the subject of her drawing. It was him, fast asleep and looking as angelic as ever. She's caught the fluidity of his Marks, making them seem almost as though they moved while she'd caught the raise of his skin from all his scars that were faded Marks and war wounds. She'd somehow made him look both fierce yet gentle even in sleep and it was breath taking. Jace knew there was probably a silly grin on his face and sat up in bed, looking around in search of his fiery redheaded angel. "Clary? Clary, are you here?"
He half expected to see her poke her head out the bathroom and announce her presence with that special smile on her face. The one that was always caught between a laugh and a playful smirk that only made him fall harder for her every day. It still amazed him how perfectly she fit with him, how…right it felt and how natural it was. Jace knew that had it been any other girl it would have been severally different but it wasn't any other girl, it was Clary.
He was snatched from his thoughts when he realized Clary hadn't answered him and from the corner of his eyes he noticed something. Jace turned his eyes towards the door and noticed it was slightly ajar as though someone had left it open but Jace knew Clary. She wasn't so careless as to leave a door open, especially not his. Something started nagging at the back of his mind and he felt his stomach churn as a sense of something foreboding filled him. He shook his head and scowled as he murmured, "Don't be ridiculous. She probably thought she closed it when she went to get breakfast or speak to Isabelle."
Easing himself somewhat he slid out of bed and threw on a shirt quickly, closing the door behind him as he left his room. He heard voices in the study and peeked in to see Alec, Isabelle and Maryse. "Well good morning."
He grinned at them as he greeted them to which Isabelle snorted but grinned while Alec and Maryse echoed a good morning back. He looked over their faces before he asked casually, "Did Clary come down? She wasn't in bed."
Maryse arched her eyebrow impressively in a way that clearly said she didn't believe his cool exterior for a moment. "No. We thought you two were still in bed."
At Alec's words Jace felt like ice was dumped over him and he swallowed hard. "Jace?"
Jace ignored Maryse' motherly tone as she said his name questioningly, "Isabelle could you call Simon and ask him if he's heard from Clary?"
Isabelle paled slightly and nodded her head digging out her phone and calling up her boyfriend while Maryse stood up hurriedly. "I'll call Luke and Jocelyn. Maybe she merely went home to grab a change of clothes or something."
Jace couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach as he and Alec shared a concerned look. Something wasn't right and his mind kept bringing up the memory of last night. She looked so content and peaceful as she drew him. Now he could only hope that the feeling in the pit of his stomach was just paranoia but a voice in the back of his mind told him that his Clarissa was gone.
(OoO)
Clarrisa Fairchild-Fray opened her eyes to the bright beautiful world that surrounded her, a strange sense of peace and love filled her. The more logical part was insisting she figure out a way back to Jace, after all not but seconds before she'd been in the institute. However, a different part of her that knew deep down she belonged here refused to leave this place or even think of it. She felt a presence behind her just as a voice echoed softly, lovingly in her mind.
"It is time, child. You're part is not yet over."
To be continued…
A/N: Poor Jace, he never catches a break. Well Clary and he never seem to catch a break but that's why we love them. Hope you guys enjoyed this introduction to the story. It should get more interesting in the next chapter so definitely look forward to that!