Clary, The Lone Wolf
Disclaimer: Nope, No Cassandra Clare here
This is before Clary and Jace worked everything out and became a couple.
Clary hung up the phone for the millionth time. She wasn't happy and decided to go for a walk and think. She grabbed her music and her favorite earbuds and went out. Walking the streets of the city helped. Walking anywhere helped. Sometimes when the weather was too cold or rainy she would walk around and around in a path in her apartment. But it was only cloudy so she went out.
She started the music and was quickly absorbed into another world. She barely noticed where she was walking and a car came careening down the street tying to make a light. Clary jumped back to the sidewalk instead of crossing just in time. Her heart was pounding. She remembered reading people get killed all the time listening to the mp3 players and not hearing a car coming. And she also remembered that she was not immortal like Simon. Shadowhunters can die. She started walking again to compose herself.
Jace was busy and she did not want to bother him. She felt Izzy was tired of everything and wanted to escape to something. Maybe she wanted the danger of the Seelie Court. Clary did not want any more danger. She was a Shadowhunter, but not being raised as one, she felt out of place. She wasn't a 24/7 killer of demons. Not like Simon, he seemed to accept his new life ala vampire and he grabbed it and ran. Yes, there were draw backs, but all in all because of his love of super heroes Clary believed he thought he was one now. Well, he was happy in his own delusional world.
Clary couldn't figure Jace out quite yet. And as she walked she began to feel that she didn't need to know everything. She would always love to , but if he was to keep his distance she was alright with that. She was pretty much a lone wolf herself. She laughed to herself with that twist of words while thinking about Luke, her father figure and werewolf pack leader.
She liked being alone, drawing, writing, watching old movies, and listening to music. She could walk around a busy city and feel alone and be alright. Most people liked some connection to others, that is why she figured they lived surrounded by others. But now she felt she didn't fit into either world. Not a Mundane, not a Shadowhunter. She had skills she did not understand, feelings she didn't understand, and all people could say to her was that she would grow up some day. That being a teenager s full of angst and questions.
She dug a little deeper into her melancholy and saw that she wanted to be alone with Jace. It just seemed impossible. There was always the gang. They liked each other and maybe they were getting used to her, but they were the gang. She was the outsider. She quickly wiped out other thoughts. What was she thinking. She must have low blood sugar, maybe she should get a coffee and something to eat.
She went into a coffee shop and ordered then sat at the counter and waited. She looked around at the tables and booths at all the people talking and laughing. She wanted paint paint that picture, it was full of color and she wanted to paint the different aromas to life. It felt warm and full of good times of an ordinary day. Maybe that was what an artist was, an outsider. Maybe she would never be within a group because she couldn't contain it and walk around it. Clary wasn't one to critique what others did, she just looked. She either felt moved by something or didn't. But she never felt in competition for anything. She did what she liked to do.
Her cell rang, it was Jace. She answered it quickly.
"Hi there." said Clary.
"He//l//lo?" Jace's voice crackled through.
"Hey, bad connection, can you hear me?" asked Clary.
"Hello? Clary? Yeah. I think I'm out of the trouble spot." said Jace.
"What's up?" asked Clary.
"I thought if you weren't busy tonight, um, maybe, you could come to the institute." said Jace awkwardly. Clary smiled to herself. How could this tower of confidence practically stutter when he talked to her? Could he like her like she liked him? She thought she was praying for too much. But she was not going to miss a chance to be with Jace if that could be helped.
"I'd love to come over, thanks. What's everyone doing?" asked Clary
"Oh, I don't know, I thought we might just head up to the green house and sit and talk." said Jace a bit more relaxed now. Clary mind was flooded with the memories of midnight flowers and kisses.
"Hello, Clary, did I lose you?" asked Jace.
"No, I'm here. What time?" asked Clary.
"Come for dinner. It will be take out, I promise." laughed Jace.
"Great, see ya around six." answered Clary.
"Byyyyeee" said Jace as he hung up his phone.
"Bye." whispered Clary back.