I do not own The Mortal Instruments that pleasure is Cassandra Clare's. I will be rewriting the entire series with Ashtrid in them as I read them. I own Ashtrid and no one else.
Chapter 1: Her
Ashtrid ran to the door closely followed by Isabelle and Alec. They hadn't seen or heard from him in hours they were worried, Jace was always overestimating himself, sometimes it was almost as if he thought he were invincible.
There he was; standing in the doorway, covered in dirt and blood, not his, she hoped.
In his arms was a girl, she had long wavy red hair and was short; but only a mere 2 or 3 inches shorter than Ashtrid. (Who was also really short) the girl was unconscious and covered in sweat and blood, making it clear, Ashtrid thought, with a sigh of relief, that it was also her blood on Jace, not his. She also had a greenish tint to her skin that made Ashtrid think that the girl was poisoned.
Ashtrid rushed over to Jace,
"I can carry her to the infirmary, Ash." Jace said knowing what she was gonna do.
"Jace," Ash said, "You look like you're gonna collapse or something!"
"It's not that far!" He said
Without another word, Ash took the girl out of Jace's arms and headed off towards the infirmary; she'd always been small, but also was very strong.
"Ash-"Jace started,
"Just go get Hodge." She said.
************************Jace's P.O.V*************************
How is it that she always knows what I feel and when I feel it? Jace thought as he walked to the Library. Ash had always known how he felt, but he could never decipher her emotions, no matter how hard he tried; Come to think of it, no one could. Ash had been the only one who could read anyone's emotions; even Maryse's.
But as Isabelle had said, Ash was a closed book, chained and padlocked shut, in a locked chest, out at sea. Alec had always agreed but had said the chest was made of titanium and was guarded by 4 angry giant sea serpents.
"Hodge," Jace said, "The Mundane; the one who saw us at the Pandemonium, she got poisoned by a Ravener."
"A Ravener!" Hodge said "Why? Never mind; we can ask questions later, now we need to get to the infirmary." Hodge started to the door with Jace right behind him.
***********************Ash's P.O.V**************************
The girl was very light, probably only wearing about 100 pounds.
Ash turned to the infirmary doors, setting the girl down for only a few seconds before picking her up again.
"Sorry, person!" she whispered, after accidentally bumping the girl's head into the open door.
She set the girl down on the nearest bed.
The poison was rushing through the girl's veins now, she was getting worse; Ash could feel it.
At that moment Hodge walked in, closely followed by Jace. Ash watched as Hodge mixed a few different leaves in a mortar, grinding them with ease; Ash had always admired the swiftness with which he made even the most complex potions.
He had now added boiling water into the mixture and some salt,
"Ash, hold her mouth open." He said
She walked over and held the girl's mouth open while Hodge poured the steaming potion into it.
"well," He said, "There's not much more I can do for the poison."And with that he walked out of the infirmary.
"Isabelle, get her a change of clothes, I think I'll have to burn these, they're covered in blood and poison…" Jace said. He started towards the girl's bed,
"Whoa," Ash said, "even though she is unconscious, I think she'd appreciate it if a girl took her out of those clothes instead of a guy."
"Fine, Ash," he said holding him hands up in surrender "I'll go get a hospital robe or towel or something…" he put his hands down and rolled over the slide-screen, walking away to the cabinets. Ash extended the screen and took out her Swiss army knife, the only gift she had from her mother and father. She found the serrated knife and cut the shirt off from the sides, throwing the remaining rags onto the floor.
*************************Jace's P.O.V************************
Jace threw a hospital robe over the top of the screen, it landed on the head rest of the bed.
Ash threw the remaining scraps of blue jean into the pile of rags on the floor. She put the girl's arms into the sleeves of the robe and tied the string around the girl's neck, Ash folded the screen up and pushed it to the other side of the room; as it was on its way, it bumped into one of the bedside tables; knocking over the oil lamp; the glass sprayed everywhere as the lamp hit the floor, the flame jumped from the wick onto the small puddle of oil on the floor. Jace looked over to Ashtrid, she didn't look back; her eyes were wide with something he'd never thought he'd see in her: Fear.
Isabelle walked in with the clothes,
"Hey Guys, Here are the - WOAH!" she yelled, taking a few steps back, "what happened!"