"Ma'am"
Characters: Jace Wayland, Clarissa Fairchild, Alexander Lightwood, Magnus Bane.
Mentions of: Isabelle Lightwood, Simon Lewis, Jordon (Kyle), Maia Roberts, Raphael Santiago.
Main couple/romance: Jace Wayland and Clarissa Fairchild.
Rating: M to be cautious.
Length: Undecided.
"I thought I'd lie on the floor and writhe in pain for a while," he grunted, "It relaxes me."
"It does? Oh - you're being sarcastic. That's a good sign probably." (Cassandra Clare; The Mortal Instruments)
There's a bee in my car!
Stepping back momentarily, the young girl shut the tank of her tarnished Toyota. The sun beat down on her small figure as if testing her already poor temper. She huffed and yanked open the front door. Her air conditioner was broken, most likely caused by Shadow. He was a small white poodle with a somewhat energetic personality, always leaping onto things and following her nearly everywhere possible.
Suddenly all the girl heard was a loud buzz and that seemed to awaken her senses. She yelped and immediately fumbled outside where she met a breeze of hot air. "How the hell did a bee get in here?" She mumbled in surprise. Whirling around, her green eyes darted towards the empty gas station lot. Whispering profanities that the oblivious insect could not hear or understand, the now irritated and fearful girl trudged into the small shop. "Excuse me?" She heard rustling as a body appeared in front of her.
"How can I help you ma'am?" The man asked, wiping strands of long hair from his forehead. He wore a black shirt and sweatpants making her wonder how he felt about the terrible weather. It was certainly searing her pale skin with intense heat.
"Umm...this might sound really weird-"
He cut her off before she could continue, lips forming into a grin. "Ma'am, if I may say something, I've seen a lot of crazy things in my life. I'll be glad to help."
She simply nodded though was slightly nervous at what his opinion might be on her little 'issue'. Just leave, Clary. The bee's probably gone. Her thoughts were all over the place but he was waiting patiently. Pushing away her stupid thoughts, Clary regretted her decision but responded rather carefully.
"There's a... bee in my car and I-" The man laughed, throwing his head back, tendrils flying out of his hat. Her cheeks turned crimson colored and she watched, dumbfounded, as he wiped his now sparkling eyes. Instead of denying her request, he answered while walking past her.
"That is going to be no issue, though I am going to need you to unlock your car." Sighing in relief, she sauntered out of the store and towards her vehicle. Cary remained a few feet away from him to his amusement. After what seemed like an hour, he stepped her way and held up a deformed looking bee. She stumbled in disgust and yelled at him to throw it away. A few taunts later, he flicked it onto the sidewalk.
"You've got to be shitting me!" Clary responded angrily, snatching her keys from his fingers. He didn't say anything but moved aside from her door. She rolled her eyes and climbed into the seat, feeling his gaze on her all the while. Trying to ignore the man's presence, Clary dug her heel on the pedal. Before she could drive off, he poked his head into the window and smiled apologetically. Her eyes widened at his closeness to her face and she swallowed as he spoke.
"Sorry about that. I didn't know you'd get that mad. My apologies." He tipped his hat forward in a way of respect.
Regaining her composure, Clary nodded. He met her eyes and asked, "Ma'am, can I ask your name?"
Should I tell him? It won't make a difference right? Wait! What do you think you're thinking?! He's a complete stranger. Oh my god, he is a rapist! Get out of there Clarissa!...What am I thinking?
She blew her hair away and raised both eyebrows. "Maybe if you stopped calling me 'ma'am', I would. Besides, it's not like I'll tell your manager anyway."
His breath tickled her cheeks and Clary hoped her face didn't appear to resemble a tomato from the smoldering haze. "It's not from work. I'm used to it actually."
Clary didn't know how to respond to his words and glanced at her lap in silence. She pondered why he was even speaking to her. They were complete strangers. She realized she did not have time to sit and chat and needed to meet with Simon. Gritting her teeth, Clary noticed him shielding his eyes from the sun.
"Thanks for your help but I've got to head out." She began to pull out of her spot and he said something that wasn't audible to her ears. Clary shook her head resolutely and drove down the streets not believing her foolish actions. Get it together Clarissa, she reminded herself.
"Babe!"
She laughed at the tone of his voice. "Sebastian!" The girl mocked jokingly. She always enjoyed his presence.
"Where are you? You didn't even cook me breakfast." Clary could almost visualize him pouting on his bed, hair messy.
"That's my bad. Valentine needed me for a business meeting early. I didn't want to wake you." She halted her car at the sight of the red light. Pulling the cell onto her other ear, she heard him reply.
"Nah, it's fine. I can manage some eggs. Maybe." He added after a second thought.
She beamed. "Okay. I'll see you in a few Seb. Don't burn down the house." Sebastian chuckled before shutting the phone, sighing a little to himself.
Clary tucked her keys into her satchel and made sure the windows were closed. Satisfied by her actions, her emerald eyes caught a glimpse of a white note on the ground. Eyebrows rising in confusion, Clary picked it up quickly and saw a message scribbled on it, handwriting that caused her to think it was from a child.
It read: You didn't tell me your name, ma'am.
She let out a breath of disbelief at the new high of guys these days. She crumbled the paper up and tossed it onto the trash, shaking her head. She was taken. She did not need useless banter.
Food for thought: "Why is there always money for war but not education?" (Anonymous)
"Dad, how do soldiers killing eachother solve the world's problems?" (Bill Watterson)
[a/n]: Hello ladies and gentlemen! This might be a few shots depending on your opinions and what you wish. I was honestly really bored. I was not updating my other stories because my internet was out. I know right! What a show stopper! Thanks for keeping up with me!
[Review on]: A few shots or a story?