There's one thing I want to make known - this isn't some sort of "this is what I think is going to happen in CoHF" fic, it's more of an AU, and I won't be attempting to address any of the main problems that are going to be resolved in CoHF. This fic is just a crazy little idea that stuck in my head. Thanks for reading. Also, things that obviously aren't mine aren't mine.
Jace stared at his phone laying on the bed beside him. He'd only been awake for four days, but scenery of the infirmary was already starting to bore him - there were only so many books he could read. What he really wanted was Clary - he hadn't heard from her since that first night she'd come to visit him. Everything had seemed fine when she'd left him - she'd promised she'd be back the next day, no matter what the Silent Brothers had to say about visitors. He'd chuckled about that.
Of course, the Institute had been a flurry of activity since then - people had been coming in and out of building at all hours, passing by the infirmary on the way to the library. Nobody had told Jace anything, of course, until Alec had come to sleep in the bed beside Jace and told him about Sebastian's present in the library. Jace wanted to talk to Clary about it - they were the two people in the world who were still alive that knew Sebastian best. He didn't like Clary on her own outside, either, although if Sebastian could get into the institute, he could get to her anywhere. Anger swelled inside Jace as he thought this - he needed to focus so he didn't burn the bedsheets beside him. It was the one useful thing he could do with all of this spare time, practicing control of the heavenly fire that burned inside of him. The Silent Brothers had told him they had found a way to release it, but were being cryptic, as usual, about the "how" part.
It unsettled him, not knowing why Clary hadn't visited or called. He'd had company from Isabelle for part of the day, and she hadn't heard from Clary either - nor had Simon, when Jace had asked her to ask him. Isabelle had brushed it off, suggesting she was probably with her mom doing wedding stuff. That night, he'd even asked Alec if he'd heard anything, but of course he hadn't.
Just as he was picking up his phone to call Clary, he heard rasied voices outside. Jace sat up, straining to hear the conversation.
"...And you're sure about this?" he heard Isabelle say.
"Not since yesterday?" Isabelle said again, obviously on the phone with somebody.
"Okay, I'll come down and get the necklace from you to show him," she said before snapping the phone shut. Jace heard her heels click down the hall, along with another, quieter set which he assumed belonged to Alec. Izzy had not sounded happy about whatever it was.
Five minutes later, Isabelle walked into the room, followed by Alec. They both looked at Jace as if there was a bomb strapped to his chest.
"What is it?" Jace asked, a feeling of dread working its way through him, much like the fire he felt running through him.
"Jace, before we tell you, please keep in mind that you're still weak, and there's really nothing you can do now. There are people dealing with the situation and Alec and I are doing our part as well-"
"Cut the crap Izzy - what is it?" he repeated, seeing something silver shine in Izzy's closed palm. Alec moved to Jace's side, placing a hand on his shoulder as Izzy poured the chain and his Morgenstern ring into his hand.
"Where is Clary?" Jace said, his voice like ice.
"Her and Jocelyn have been missing - Luke woke up the morning after she visited you and they were gone," Alec said, his hand stead on Jace's shoulder.
"Was it him?" Jace asked.
"We don't know. They've disappeared, tracking spells aren't working. There wasn't blood or anything in the house. Luke didn't hear anything," Isabelle said, knowing he was asking about Sebastian.
"I'm going to kill him," Jace said, eyes burning like liquid fire.
"Jace, there is one other possibility, you know," Alec prompted gently.
"No, not after what happened when she came to visit me. She wouldn't just leave that necklace," Jace said, dismissing the idea immediately. Yet, it was like a knife had plunged through his heart.
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