It was a regular day at the institute.
Jace Lightwood was lounging in the library, reading yet another book on the origins of the angel Ithuriel. After discovering his real heritage and defeating Valentine, he had become obsessed with stories of the angels, the origins of the mortal instruments. He would also study family trees for hours.
He wanted to know who he really was. He had been so many people through out his life. First Jonathon Wayland, Jace Wayland, Jace Morganstern, Jace Herondale, Jace Lightwood... so many names, so many times, so many chapters of a life he didn't really understand.
And when he wasn't researching, he was with Clary.
He could not describe how great the feeling of knowing, finally knowing, that she wasn't his sister was. it was like waking up after a nightmare to a bright summer day, and knowing everything would be just fine. it was just a nightmare after all. he loved her more than he could describe, and he believed that she loved him just as much.
Speak of the devil...
or angel, really.
Jace's phone went off, and he smiled as he recognized Clary's ring tone: Fall for You by Secondhand Serenade. he thought it was fitting for her.
"Hello, Clary." the smile was apparent in his voice.
"Jace."
Jace's smile slipped. that wasn't Clary's voice. Not even close. For one, it was a guys. For another, it was familiar...
"Alec??" what the hell was he doing with Clary's phone?!?!?!?!?
"Yes" Jace noticed the panicked tone of his parabati, and stiffened.
"Alec, what is it? What's wrong?"
There was a pause.
When Alec spoke again, it was tense a piano wire. "Come to Clary's room. Fast. It's important. Clary--"
But Jace had already hung up and was running down the hall.
Well. That was fun to write. And i doubt anyone is going to guess where i'm going with this until i release the next chapter...
So review, tell me if you liked it, hated it, whatever, flames are welcome, so on, so forth, all that jazz... ya. I'll be handing out cyber-cookies to all those who do!