A/N: This is my first fanfic/oneshot/whatever you want to call it. Reviews are appreciated. Btw I sadly don't own The Mortal Instruments. Everything belongs to Cassie (that lucky woman).
"Luke!" Jocelyn called as she sprinted towards the Accords Hall. She could see him near the steps, his head hung low. "Luke! Wait! Stop!" He paused for a moment, as if he had heard her, as if he was going to change his mind. He shook his head, and proceeded to climb the steps. Jocelyn skidded to a halt. He was really going to do it. He was really going to move to Idris.
"Luke!" she yelled, "Wait! Don't do it!" The noise had attracted some attention, but Jocelyn didn't care. All that mattered was Luke and that she get to him on time. She had to reach him before he got to the Council. She had to tell him she loved him too. "Lucian Graymark!" she half-shrieked. At the top of the steps, Luke stopped. He turned around.
Jocelyn sighed with relief as he started down the steps. She began to run towards him, her red hair streaming behind her and butterflies fluttering in her stomach. This is Luke, she reminded herself as a smile crept across Luke's face. No need to get like this. Then again, she didn't know what 'like this' meant, exactly. She was relieved, almost excited and a little nervous. Luke, on the other hand, appeared the image of pure joy. He was grinning from ear to ear. He looked lighter, as if a weight had been taken off his shoulders. Maybe it had.
He was about twenty metres away from her now. It was almost nerve-wracking, the easy, vaguely confident way he walked towards her now. Fifteen metres. Ten. With a jolt she realised that this must have been what was running through his mind whenever she walked towards him, for the past twenty years. A wave of pity and longing swept through her, washing away her restraint. She covered the last few metres in a second, bounding towards him. Elation crossed his face as she threw herself at him, almost knocking them to the ground. Luke steadied them, and as she looked up into his blue eyes, she realised how beautiful they were; how beautiful he was. How had she missed it all these years?
Luke smiled down at her, his eyes sparkling. "Don't – go. Stay – with – me," she said between breaths, wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands found her hips. On impulse, Jocelyn pulled him towards her; she heard a quiet gasp leave Luke's mouth; and suddenly they were kissing.
Luke stood in shock for a second as Jocelyn kissed him, her arms drawing him in. For so many years, he'd wanted this, for her to love him back, and now she finally felt the same way. His arms wrapped around Jocelyn's petite fame and gathered her against himself. After a few moments, she drew back.
"I take it this means you've changed your mind," she said.
"Definitely," said Luke, "I suppose this means I should go and tell the Council".
"Tell them what?"
"Tell them that I wouldn't move in a million years."
Jocelyn's expression made him grin and she pulled him in again. They stood there for a while, with a few people staring, but neither of them could care less. They had each other, and they had Clary, and nothing else mattered.
PLEAAAAASSSSEEE tell me what you thought. I may or may not write another instalment of this. I'll see how it goes
