There isn't enough Jocelyn/Luke fan fan fiction. I thought someone needed to change that.
I don't own the Mortal Instruments. And I certainly don't own the things in Italics. That's all Cassandra Clare.
Her footfalls barley made a sound, even in her haste. Jocelyn gathered looks from her fellow Shadowhunters as she sprinted past but gave them no mind. Her mind was on her daughter's words so sharp and clear in her mind, like glass.
"If you don't go after Luke, I, personally, will kill you."
Luke.
Her heart bristled in her chest swelling in a way that it never had before. It had come close a long time ago, but that was a different time… a different man.
This was different. Luke was so gentle; so kind. Luke wasn't a monster. He was her best friend. Always had been, always will be.
She still couldn't believe that she was doing this. Never in her wildest dreams had she ever thought of telling him how she felt.
She still couldn't believe that he had told her that he loved her.
"I love you, Jocelyn. I have for twenty years."
She started to panic, just a bit the nearer she comes to Accords Hall, Luke nowhere in sight.
Could she be too late?
Could she have made yet another mistake?
But no, she hadn't. He is there waiting for her on the steps, as if he knew she would come. Or, as if he had hoped she would.
It made her heart crack a little when she remembered his face in Amatis' living room, broken and longing. His face isn't like that now as he sees her, her face a blazing mask of determination. His features brighten with hope and a smile sets itself firmly on his face.
There are no words needed for this. He knows why she's come.
All that's needed is a kiss and she doesn't hesitate to give him one.
Because, truthfully, she's been waiting as long as he has.