I do not own the Mortal Instruments, the characters, or Cassandra Clare.
This story will use what you know about the nephilim against you, for this story isn't about what they are and what they can do, but rather what they want to do.
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Clary was lying lazily on her bed, it had been 3 long months since the final batte in Idris, 3 long months of getting the downworlders settled in the clave, getting them a forgien ministry of sorts readied, and repairing the what seemed like endless amounts of damage. Clary and her mother had stuck around for about 3 weeks while Luke worked with the downworlders and the Clave to properly set rules, guidlines and try to smash the almost raunchy racism that was making the tension in these mettings so thick you could cut it with a knife. Clary spent a lot of that 3 weeks helping rebuild all she could, even using some of her stronger improved runes to better the city. She was so busy infact that she hadn't seen Jace since the night of the fireworks, since she turned down the Seelie Queen. She wasn't quite worried that she was in danger after turning down Her Majesty, but more uneasy about things in general. It was odd,
Jace and her were finally able to be together without any worries about disgust or wrongly placed feelings and yet she had yet to speak with him, they haven't even seen eachother since they parted ways that fateful night 3 long months ago. But today, today Jace was comming home, back to the institute her Mother and her have been living in since they're own return to New York. She was excited to say the least, she had woken up at 6 am in hopes they'd be home before 10, which gave her plenty of time to get ready and look her best. But alas, as Clary woke her mother informed her that a note had been sent through, the Lightwoods, and Jace were to return tonight at 10 pm, not am.
To say clary was upset was an understatement, so after she took a shower and spent an hour trying to tame her fiery locks she decided to lie down, even try to take a nap. Sleep wouldn't come as Clary stared at her ceiling, she had spent so much time these past few days trying to decide how the next few events would play out. Her fantasy and most hopeful scenario is one with Jace taking Clary in his arms and never letting her go again. Her... less hopeful scenarios ending in Clary broken and crying while Jace strode off looking for his next forbidden love interest.
She had thought once that if what Jace and Clary had wasn't wrong anymore, perhaps self doubting, self destroying Jace would not have anymore interest in Clary whatsoever. She was nervous, toying with her hair on edge, she needed this to go right, she needed him so badly, for in her dreams the future lies, and they are not pretty sights.
Jace had been in this meeting for 4 hours 13 minutes and 22 seconds, or so he thought. He was staring at the clock lazily waiting for this problem to be resolved so he get home, to Clary. God how he missed her, he felt imcomplete and isolated himself from everyone these past few months. His duties with the Clave didn't allow any time to spend with her, he hadn't even seen her since that night with the fireworks. The only way he knew for sure that she was in fact alive was the stories that Isabelle would tell me of the work she was doing. The BloodSucker had left Idris with most of Luke's pack the day after the celebration, and Isabelle had been fussing over him, constantly daydreaming of his face most likely. He was irritable, and just wanted out of this blasted meeting!
"But she could be a very vital weapon to the Clave, she is completely unique we must get her back here." spoke a man who Jace did not recognize before this meeting, he was drowning on about someone who- oh god, Jace thought.
He's talking about Clary as if she's a.. A What a weapon? He can't stand for Clary to be inlisted to the Clave,
to be a weapon, not his Clary, his sweet gently Clary.
"Sir, whoever you think you are, have no right to speak of a girl like she's a weapon, a valuable asset to obtain and exploit for your uses and your agendas." Jace smirked at his ability to keep cool and not jump from his station on the wall and across the table to smack the intense expression on this pale man's face.
"If I may Jace, is it?" the snarling man continued without so much as a nod from Jace as comfirmation. "The idea of letting someone as valuable as Clary to slip out of the grasp of the Clave is a crime against Nephilim, if we do not bring her in soon then we may loose integrity amongst our people. Do you want more uprising Jace?" Jace was about to snap and Mayrse noticed this. "Perhaps we should leave this discuss for a different date Merincile?
as you can see we are going to be late for our portal and we mustn't be delayed again." With that Mayrse stood and ushered Jace out of the meeting and into the foyer. "Jace-" Mayrse started but Jace was already mid rant, "Don't start Mayrse, we cannot let them use Clary, like she's a tool, a weapon, shes a girl a nepilim!"
Jace wasn't even started, but one look at Maryse's face shut him up, she looked determined like nothing could stop her from completing her goal.
Okay so that's the first chapter, hope you like it, if not well oh well can't please everyone!
PureClary