~ Angel with a Shotgun ~
"When we reach out to pluck a flower, the stem trembles, seeming both to shrink and to offer itself. The human body has something of this tremor at the moment when the mysterious hand of death reaches out to pluck a soul"
-Victor Hugo, Les Miserables
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Light shone through the edges of the dark curtain and spread throughout the entire white room in the New York Institute. It reflected from wall to wall and slowly met the faces of the sleeping couple in the bed. The sun, however mighty, didn't disturb them. He had his arm around her, holding her tightly as if protecting her from an unknown force. His face was nuzzled into the girls bright, fiery hair and she was nuzzling her back into his bare chest, her head resting on her arm like a pillow. The real pillow was on the floor. The white sheets were pulled up under the man's arm while the sheets was pulled up to the bottom of her chin. The whole room had the aura of calm, collective, and overall peaceful. A change for once. As shadowhunters, their lives were hectic and ballistic. If they weren't fighting demons, which seem to be mostly everyday, they were training, which often most don't feel up to doing. Clary, the girl inhabiting the bed, was subject of this. She was often too tired to train and ended up training lazily, yet still learnt fighting very well. It wasn't very often that Clary and her boyfriend, Jace- the other inhabitant in the bed, went out on dates or did anything romantic, but when they did, he had it as romantic as possible and every date was so lovely and sweet. It was almost impossible to believe that Jace could be so sweet, since he is mostly known for his inhuman ego and his sarcastic remarks. It was beautiful they way they worked. She was the artistic, sometimes wild, shy, red-head. He was the egotistical blonde who was unknowingly sweet and was pretty hot in everyone's standards. They were each other's rock and they lifted each other up if one of them fell and always looked after one another, Jace more than Clary, It showed whenever they were. Including as they slept.
It was minutes before Jace had started to stir awake. He opened his eyes, slightly yawning in the process, as he looked at the beautiful angel beside him. His eyes softened and he was smiling. Just the sight of her made him soft. It made him so happy to see his love waking up next to him every morning, even if it went against Jocelyn's, Clary's mom, wishes. They were engaged anyways, so why should it matter? That's the thinking point from both of their perspectives. It's not like they haven't slept next to each other before. It should be just fine. He slowly reached his hand out from around Clary's waist and pushed some pieces of hair back, which had fallen over her eyes as she slept, and tucked them, softly, behind her ear. He could now see her face. The face which he associated with a porcelain doll and a beautiful angel. Her entrancing emerald eyes were covered and she looked peaceful as she slept on, breathing steadily. He stayed like that, not moving, just admiring her, taking in and memorizing all her delicate features as he had many times before once more. From her fiery, red hair to her pale skin, to her hidden emerald eyes, to her button nose and to her soft , pink lips. Everything about her was perfect, even if she didn't think so. Still admiring her, he almost didn't notice her start to stir in her sleep. He leaned back so that when she woke up it wouldn't look like as if he was stalking her. She moaned in her sleep and then turned around so that she was facing the other direction. She sighed and opened her eyes slowly. She let out a little yawn, which Jace had to refrain from awe-ing, and turned towards him. Once gold met green, she smiled up at him.
"Good morning" she whispered.
He smiled down at her and replied, "Morning, Angel."
Clary bit her lip and averted her glance from Jace and blushed.
He sighed happy with himself. "I love it when you blush."
This only made her blush redderharder. In seeing this, Jace laughed at her ability to being so adorable.
"Hey Clary?"
This time Clary stopped blushing and looked up at Jace. He brought his face closer to her's. He touched his forehead to hers and said, "I love you."
She smiled at him and replied, "I love you too."
He leaned down and kissed her nose and then her lips softly and with all the care and affection he could muster before getting out of control. He looked at her again before lying next to her and taking her in his arms. They stayed like that for a few minutes, cuddling into one another, until Clary broke the silence.
"Can we get some food?"
Jace looked down to her and replied with a smirk," Nah, I think that we'll just stay right here." He tightened his hold on her.
"Jace!", she held out the -e a little longer than necessary to sound whiny, "Please! I'm starving!'
Jace, deciding to tease her even further, said, "I'm going to need some more convincing than that."
Clary sighed and rose up and kissed him with a full-blown passion. She looked at him in desperation.
"Mhm, still not enough."
She looked agitated at him before her pupils enlarged and she jutted out her bottom lip. It was one of his weakest points. He couldn't resist it. He was barely giving in and felt himself cringe on the outside.
"Still not enough", he managed.
Then she pulled something he's never seen before. She whimpered and nuzzled her face into his chest, and looking up at him, gave him the saddest face he's ever seen.
It took that to break him.
"All right! All right! You broke me! I'm sorry, baby!"
He leant down and quickly peppered her face with kisses.
"Yay! Food!", She replied.
"It makes me sad, you know? That you would rather have food over me." Jace argued.
"Would you rather me starve and die for the sake of your ego?"
"Well", he started "if you really want to go into dramatics…"
"Jace!"
"I'd rather you choose me".
"JACE!"
He faked disappointment and sighed. "Fine, lets go".
"Yay!" Clary pulled Jace from out of the bed and dragged him to his feet.
Jace laughed at her enthusiasm and took her hand.
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They both walked into the kitchen, still clasping hands. Gently, he ran his finger across the ring on her left ring finger. As he did so, they both smiled at the thought of being together forever. Through sickness and in health. Through thick and thin. It was as if they already were a married couple. As he ran his finger across the ring a second time, Clary smiled even harder as she remembered when he proposed. Each little detail was drilled into her mind and she hoped that she would never ever forget the happiest day of her life so far. She then started to replay the engagement in her mind…
It was Friday and it was abnormally beautiful in New York today. The sun was out, but covered slightly with a thin layer of clouds. Today was her 19th birthday and she felt so… usual. Everything was going to go as it has been for the past four years. She would wake up at The Institute, next to Jace, per usual for the past two years now two years. She moved into The Institute when she was seventeen due to the fact that Maryse, Jace's adoptive mother, felt that in order for Clary to progress in her training she would need to live in The Institute. Clary's mother was hesitant but she agreed on the terms that Clary would progress in her training. She would have breakfast at The Institute. Then she would go to her mom's house where she would have a nice lunch and she would open presents from her Mom and Stepdad. She would spend a few hours with them and then she would return to the Institute where Isabelle would be waiting for her and they would have a miniature "Girls Day" for about two hours, where Isabelle would take Clary to get her nails done and take her shopping for a few minutes, because "What's a Girls Day without shopping?!" Isabelle would return Clary to the Institute and get her all dolled up. Normally Jace appeared behind the door, waiting to take her away. Usually, he would take her out on a romantic date and would have a great time together before he would take her back to The Institute where Magnus would be there with all of her friends and they would have a party. She would open everyone's presents, even Jace's but he normally had one more which was opened in secret to have a moment between them, and have cake and a great time; normally waking up with a form of a hangover. But this year was different. When she woke up this birthday, there was nobody in the bed beside her. The space was empty and cold. The sheets were all around her as if someone had tucked her in. Frowning, she ran her fingers through her messy red hair and got out of bed only to hear a crunching sound, like paper. Confused, she walked away to find that there was a folded piece of paper on the ground. She picked it up and looked at the writing on the front. It was Jace's handwriting because she could recognize the elegant scratches of his handwriting. It said, "My Love" on the front. She opened it and saw that it said, " Good Morning beautiful. Sorry, I am going to be out for a little while. I know it's your birthday and I want you to know that Alec is always a good shoulder to cry on. He has something for you. Good luck! Jace, the devilishly handsome one ;) Oh and how did I know you were going to step here? ;)" She rolled her eyes at this and did what the letter said, go to Alec. Little did she know that he had sent her on a scavenger hunt, which was quite clever, and Alec accompanied her along the way so she didn't get sidetracked or lost. She went to almost all her friends and to different locations where she had to find things that meant the most to them. One time she stopped in Central Park where she had to collect a dozen roses because of the reference to her hair. Another time she had stopped in Pandemonium and met Magnus there for her next clue, after he kisses Alec of course! Everything was going so well, but Clary was confused by it all. Why was she doing this? Her last destination was at The Institute in Isabelle's room. Alec left her here and Isabelle took her into her "possession". She spent about an hour and a half here, receiving her gift from Isabelle, which was a new outfit and a makeover. She also gave her a new closet of shadowhunter gear because Clary's own were disheveled and falling apart. After curling her hair in neat ringlets, putting tons of unnecessary makeup on her, and putting her in a tight green, lace covered, shirt and black skinny jeans, paired with white heels, of course., Isabelle finished off her creation by telling her to go to their special place. "Wherever that is…", she added. When she arrived she was happy to smell the beautiful flowers and to see their was fairy lights dangling from tree to tree and inhabiting most of the trees. The place looked so beautiful and adding to it was Jace, who was standing there in near the front of it with a picnic basket on the floor beside him. He was smiling at her and smiling at the astonishment in her face as she walked through the door. He looked so happy and blissfully in love. It was seeming as if her were falling in love again. He stepped up closer to Clary and looked her in the eye and said, "You look gorgeous tonight."
This caused her to blush a deep red and look down. He chuckled at her and tilted her face up to look at him. As soon as that happened, he attacked her lips with his for but only a few moments. They finally looked at each other again and he took her hand in his and led her to the sheet that is on the ground.
"Nice scavenger hunt by the way…"
"Ah, thats nice to hear. Another thing is perfect by me."
Clary rolled her eyes, "And you just ruined it."
"I can never ruin anything".
"Because your perfect?"
"Because I'm perfect", he agreed in an egotistical tone.
Clary sighed and leaned into him. They ate their dinner picnic in peace and quiet, just the way they like it. They loved being together alone. When they finished, Jace kissed Clary once more, before helping her up and walking her into the greenhouse further. He stopped when he neared a place where the flowers were around them in a circle and the trees were hovering around them. The moon shone brightly above the greenhouse roof. It was the center of the greenhouse. A willow tree served as a background for them. Clary was so taken with the beauty of it all that she almost didn't notice that Jace was there holding her. They stayed like that for a few minutes until they heard a clock, located somewhere unknown, stroke midnight. The flowers around them all began to glow and cast a heavenly light upon them both. Jace looked down at Clary in his arms and kissed her hair lightly. He whispered, "I love you" against her hair and she hummed in agreement. She was too happy for words. Suddenly, her source of warmth was removed and she felt colder. She looked to where Jace was and saw him a few centimeters away. She watched as he grabbed her hand softly and got down on one knee. He reached into his pocket with his other hand and grabbed a small red velvet box. Clary's eyes instantly started watering and she covered her gaping mouth with her other hand that wasn't being held by Jace.
"Clary, my love, I never could guess that a man like me would ever fall so deeply in love with a beautiful girl like you. I never could guess that I would meet a redheaded girl who would change my life, who would change me. I I never could never really guess that I would fall so head-over-heals in love with anybody really. I'm so glad that we both met in Pandemonium four years ago and gone on this rocky road with me. Even when we thought we were related, I still could never love you any less than I did the moment I met you. I never can imagine anyone else in my life, who I could ask to be my wife, who would one day bear my precious children, to grow old with, and to die with other than you. So, Clary Adele Fray, will you marry me?"
By this point Clarys tears were spilling over and falling rapidly down her cheeks. He opened the ring box to reveal a beautiful silver ring. The band looked like it was in three pieces and intertwined with each other. There were tiny little diamonds on every entwining band and a big one in the center of it all. "Yes" Jace broke out into a huge smile and hugged Clary tightly, picking her up and spinning with her in a circle a few times. Clary laughed as he did so. He finally set her down and kissed her with all the passion and love he could muster before going out of control. Clary replied with the same vigorance. He took took her tiny left hand and put the ring on her left hand ring finger. He kissed her once more whispering against her lips, "I love you".
This time Clary replied back, "I love you too". And the rest is history.
Clary smiled at Jace and nuzzled her head into his shoulder as they continued walking. Somehow, she could tell that he was also remembering the proposal as well. Who couldn't? She also stumbled across the memory of their many romantic nights together. Oh the joy! Then she almost stopped walking as she remembered she had to tell Jace something. Something really important.
"What's wrong?", he asked noticing her sudden movements.
"Nothing", she replied quickly back.
Jace smiled at her and continued to lead her to the kitchen.
When they walked into the kitchen, their blissful silence vanished almost instantly. There was fighting going on between the siblings. Isabelle Lightwood was holding a spatula and had a pink frilly apron on and was standing cross-armed from her brother-Alec. They appeared to be getting verbal.
"Isabelle, all I am saying is that you shouldn't cook and you should put the spatula down and take the apron off and let me order Taki's."
"NO ALEC! For once I want to cook for you guys! You guys always get Taki's! Simon likes my cooking… right?".
Simon, her boyfriend, who really wasn't paying any attention until now, perked up at looked at his girlfriend. "Uh… S-Sure Iz, I-I m-mean… yeah?". His face turned a shade of red.
"See! Even Simon doesn't like it!" Alec pointed out.
Isabelle was starting to get red in the face. "SIMON!", she bellowed, "Whose side are you on?!".
His cheeks were turning a deeper shade of red. "T-T-The dark s-side?" he stuttered.
Isabelle groaned in frustration. "You're impossible!" It seemed as if then she noticed Jace and Clary standing in the doorway, watching the brawl going on. "Clary! Oh by the angel! Tell them that my cooking doesn't suck!".
"What? No good morning? Man people are just so rude! Right, Clary?" Jace exclaimed.
She nodded and laughed at his comment. Clary was then smiling with an amused smile on her face. "Um, well… you see Izzy…" she drifted off.
Isabelle scoffed. "You guys are so impossible!" she yelled in frustration.
"Hey you didn't ask me!" Jace exclaimed.
"I don't need to ask you", Isabelle replied bluntly.
"Uh, yeah you do. I am Jace Herondale! I am the almighty answering machine! Shoot away Iz!"
She looked at Clary. "How do you love him?", she asked.
Clary just shrugged, a smirk on her face.
Isabelle sighed loudly before asking in a frustrated voice. "Jace am I a horrible cook?"
Jace smirked at her before replying in a quick way, "Yes."
Isabelle, in a flash rage, chucked her spatula at Jace who ducked away from it, shielding Clary as well.
"YOU ALL ARE HATERS!" She bellowed.
"Well, sometimes Iz, the truth hurts." Jace replied in a snarky tone.
She rolled her eyes at him and then took her skillet of the stove, which had been sitting there for far too long and now had a black color to… whatever that blob was.
"Fine! If humans don't respect my food, then maybe felines will."
Almost as soon as she said that Church, the institute cat, trotted down the hallway and neared the kitchen. Once he got there, he nudged himself against Jaces legs and purred as he nuzzled into it.
Isabelle smiled at the cat before she called in a whisper, "Here Church, come Church."
The cats ears perked up before it looked up to Jace, who was looking back down at him, and trotted to Isabelle, standing before her. She reached over and took a little wooden spoon from the drawer and took off a piece of her… thing. She bend down and put the spoon down before church's feet and backed away. The cat looked at her for a few seconds as if asking for encouragement before looking down at the thing in front of him. He leaned over and sniffed the thing, playing around with its paw before bending down and eating a little part of it. Almost as soon as he put it into his mouth, did he spit it back out and sprinted away. Isabelle sighed and cleaned up the messy thing before examining , "Fine no more cooking!" She ran into her room and slammed the door. This left the rest of them standing in the room awkwardly.
"So... ", Simon started off.
"Taki's?", Jace asked.
"Taki's" The rest agreed.
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After Simon lured Isabelle out of her room, which took a while since the rest of them heard slight moaning coming from her room, (oh joy!) they made their way to Taki's. Isabelle was in the front, ignoring everyone, except for Simon on some occasions. She would hold his hand for a little while and then drop it and the cycle kept repeating. The others were starting to think that she was bipolar or something. Alec had gone to his boyfriend, Magnus's, house because he "missed him." They knew better however. It was more like, "I'm going to go over to my boyfriends house and make out with him all day and stuff...!" Clary and Jace followed the couple in front of them, with their hands clasped together. It was around October and New York was starting to get colder than before. The winds were picking up and the weather was soon going to be very bad. So they casually, walked, with a hint of a quickness, to the little rundown restaurant for mundanes and downworlders and shadowhunters alike. When they arrived, they sat at their usual table and sat in their usual seats, Jace and Clary next to each other and Isabelle and Simon next to each other. Unfortunately, they were served by their "favorite" waitress, Kaelie Whitewillow. She came up to their table with a small white, frilly apron around her waist. Her pale complexion was sinning throughout the room. Her blonde hair with a green tint was pulled into a high ponytail and her no pupils or whites, blue eyes were looking hazed and unattentive. She was chewing her gum carelessly, looking bored out of her mind, until she saw who she was serving. Her frown turned into a forced smile for three out of the four of them. For Jace, her smile was genuine and at the same time false and being an attempt to be sexy. She looked at Jace with a longing and a need for sex. It was disgusting.
"Hello, whatcha want?" her voice was nasally and annoying. As she spoke, the four could clearly see her sharp teeth, a strange characteristic for a pixie.
Jace looked up to her and gave her a sly smile, "I'd like my usual, the meat breakfast. And coffee and coconut pancakes for the lady." He wrapped an arm around her in a protective way. She looked down to her lap and a blush appeared in her cheeks.
"Uh, traditional breakfast," Simon replied.
"Same, with pumpkin spice latte," Isabelle muttered.
Kaelie muttered something, writing down the order, and left. Jace looked at Clary, who was still looking down at her lap, and kissed her cheek. She finally looked at him and gave him a smile.
"What?" she asked.
"You're beautiful."
Clary laughed at his comment and leaned her head on his shoulder. It was beautiful, quiet moments like these they appreciated.
"AW! YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE!" Isabelle exclaimed.
Clary blushed and hid her eyes from Isabelle and Jace leaned his head against hers, rubbing her arm comfortingly.
Simon replied with nothing. He was silent, which was concerning.
Kaelie then came back with a coffee pot and poured Clary a cup and left without another word.
The table then burst into laughter from the awkwardness which just occurred.
"Oh and by the way Alec said that we have to parol today, there's been a concerning decrease in demons," Jace brought up.
Then the conversation spiralled at once which involved embarrassing demon stories and funniest missions. As Kaelie arrived with their food, they were all in a fit of laughter and having a cow. She left awkwardly after setting their food down in front of them and winking at Jace. They soon all began eating, without talking, enjoying the delicious food they were having this morning. It was unusually quiet in the restaurant today. Usually the place is teeming with life and is quite talkative. Suddenly, a tall man walked in the establishment. He had brunette hair and had bright green eyes. His skin had slight scaling on it and he had sharp incisors. He wasn't a vampire, since he just walked straight from the sun. He let the door close behind him and stepped forwards into the room. He had a strange aura around him. Something was off. He looked around quickly before looking at their table and advancing towards them. He stopped at the head of the table and looked at the four faces staring back at him.
"Um, Hello. I'm looking for a Clary Fray." His voice was soft, harmless and we can't forget, he was British. The whole table glanced over at Clary with a puzzled look on their faces. What did he want with Clary?
Hesitantly, Clary looked at Jace who gave her a stern look. His eyes told her to be careful, she nodded her head.
"I-I'm Clary", she replied.
"Oh, hello beauty. I need to tell you something."
"What is the meaning of this? Who sent you here?", Jace questioned.
"I send myself. I am only a mere warlock, from Britain if you haven't noticed. There is news to be spread, only to Miss Fray," his voice was sly and he sounded mischievous.
"What news. You can tell it to everyone else!" Jace was starting to get impatient.
"NO!," he bellowed. "The news is only for Clary! Let her talk, don't control her!" Everyone stood up defensively, showing that they were here for Clary's protection.
"If you have to say something then you can tell it to all of us!" Clary took Jace's hand.
"Fine!"
He moved from the front of the table to side with Clary and Jace. As he moved around, Jace carefully reached for the dagger in his belt. He felt protective all of a sudden. He stopped next to her and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "Such a shame someone so pretty, has to go".
Clary's pupils enlarged and before she could register anything, the man took a knife from his belt and stabbed her in the abdomen. Everyone was standing there in shock, except for Jace who was now furious with this strange man.
Jace yelled, "Clary! You bastard!".
She cried out in pain, holding her stomach and falling to the floor.
Jace jumped onto the man and began attacking him, little did he know that their whole group was being surrounded. Isabelle, still shocked from what just happened, got her whip from her wrist and starting lashing out on the crowd of now transformed demons. Simon was frightened for his best friend, who now lie bleeding on the floor, and his girlfriend , who was kicking assright now. But he knew that she was in need of help. Quicker than he could imagine, he shot towards Clary and tried to stop the bleeding from her wound. Simon knelt next to her and attempted to heal her wound with an iritze, but the rune was not working. He knew what he had to do. Quickly he reached into his pocket and called Alec.
When Alec finally picked up, he sounded breathless. "Hello?"
"Alec, its Simon! Come to Taki's there's been an attack! Clary's injured! We need backup!"
Almost instantly, Alec replied, "Okay I'm coming! Have you tried a healing rune?"
"I tried but it's not working!", Simon exclaimed.
"Damn. Just stop the bleeding okay?"
Simon answered a muttered, "Yes" before hanging up.
A few seconds later, Jace finished killing off the strange man and then instantly went to help Isabelle kill the others. This was going to be a long day. A swirling mist appeared on the wall and started to form into a solid blue color. A frightened Alec and Magnus stepped through and instantly entered the chaos without even a hello. The battle had fully begun. Simon, being cautious, picked Clary up and carried her to the back and set her on the table, whispering words of encouragement, encouragement to love, to try, to live. Suddenly Simon saw Magnus from the window shooting a spell at a demon. As loud as he could muster, Simon yelled "MAGNUS! MAGNUS BACK HERE!"
Then a glittery man came into the room. He looked tired and drained, and we can't forget glittery. Luckily he had pants on. Luckily…
"Let me see her, Sherman."
Simon sighed, "It's Simon!"
"Guzzentite," he replied.
Magnus then moved ahead of Simon and stood in front of Clary, waving his hands around her. His eyes enlarged and he looked frantically at Simon, "Shirley, go fight. I need to take care of her."
He now ignored the wrong name game. "What's wrong, Magnus?"
"Let's just say that if I don't start working on her right now, it may be too late." Magnus sounded truly sorry.
Simon was stunned, tears were appearing in his eyes, "Mag-"
"No, Suzanne, GO!"
Magnus handed Simon a sword , which appeared from thin air, and ushered him out.
Simon grasped the sword tightly before entering into the battle.
The battle had been going on for a few minutes now. Jace, Isabelle, Alec, and Simon all have scratches and battle wounds. As there was a short break, they would put healing runeson each other. Finally, Jace sliced the head off the last demon, ichor getting all over himself. There was a cut on his forehead and his blood was running down the side of his head. Then he felt the tingling of an Iratzeon his cheek. He looked down slightly to see Alec applying it on him. The battle had left the restaurant in shambles. Everything was torn apart. Suddenly, Jace felt this pain pulse through him. Curiously, he looked around and noticed his beloved red head was not here. This brought him into panic mode.
"CLARY!" he yelled, "CLARY WHERE ARE YOU?"
Simon approached him, "Jace she's back there!" He sounded worried.
Jace pushed Simon out of the way and ran to the back room where Clary was lying on a table. Magnus was looking even more tired and exhausted. Jace ran to her and held her cold hand. Her skin was pale and white. She was cold, inhumanly so. Her once pink lips were almost blue. Her face was somewhat scratched up. The wound in her stomach was looking worse. Just her state alone almost made him burst into tears. He took her off the table and held her to him, rocking her silently. He knelt to the ground with her in his arms and leaned against the wall.
He almost completely ignored Magnus until he spoke up. "I'm sorry Jace. I did as much as I could. She lost so much blood. I don't know how much longer she can last.". Magnus sounded remorseful.
Jace looked up from Clary for a second to look at him, disbelief and unshed tears in his eyes.
"Can I just have a moment with her?" His voice broke.
Magnus nodded. "I'll tell the others to wait until they can come in." He left.
Jace sighed and then looked back down at his love. He moved the hair from her face and kissed her head.
"Clary, oh Clary. Why you?" His voice sounded with remorse and sadness.
There was a silence throughout the room. Then suddenly there was sound.
"Jace." It was Clary. Her voice was shaky and soft. Her breathing was ragged. He looked down to see green looking back at him.
"Oh Clary." That was it. That was all it took to make the first tear fall down his face. The Boy Who Never Cried, has.
Clary reached her hand up, wincing as she went, and wiped the tear from his cheek.
"Don't cry."
Jace attempted to smile at her but it came out as more of a pained expression and kissed her lips gently. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
Jace sighed and enjoyed this moment. There was a knock on the door and the rest of them walked in.
"Oh by the angel, Fray! You scared us!" Simon exclaimed.
"I don't go that easily."
Everyone laughed nervously and continued to watch the cute couple.
Jace held her slightly closer as she was not exactly enjoying having five sets of eyes on her. Well, maybe she was okay with one of those but thats just because he is holding her.
Clary lifted her head slightly and rested it on Jace's shoulder. After doing this he kissed her hair lightly.
There was a continued silence until Isabelle broke it.
"Should we try and go back to the Institute? We can help heal her better there."
"But Magnus said he already tried everything." Alec pointed out.
"I know that but maybe there is something there that can help her heal faster."
"Good idea," Simon replied. This earned him a kiss on the cheek from Isabelle.
"Can we portal?" Jace asked, sounding cautious.
"Are you up to it, Maggie?" Alec asked.
Magnus nodded his head and popped his neck and fingers for dramatic effect. Quickly, he created a portal on the wall and ushered everyone to get in. Jace and Clary got in first. He was holding her tightly as if she was his lifeline, and she really was. Once everyone was in, they arrived at the Institute's infirmary. A lot of cots surrounded each wall and were covered in white. Jace jogged a bit before setting Clary down gently in one. He didn't bother with the covers, he just set her on the top of them. He quickly knelt down next to the bed and held her hand. Clary scooted closer to the edge of the bed and rested her head on his shoulder. That was the "comforting each other" posture they always did.
"I'll go get some salvant!" Isabelle shouted coming from the portal, "Simon go get me the white roll bandage and scissors!" They both were frantic as they went to find their acquired items.
Magnus took a seat on a cot two away from Clary. He closed his eyes and went to sleep, tired and exhausted from his day and his duties in using magic. Alec went and got two damp washcloths, once for his boyfriend, the other for his parabatai's fiance. He set each on their heads gently, afraid of hurting them. He then went and sat on the cot his boyfriend was on and took care of him while he slept. Jace was the one who held the cloth to her forehead. She hummed quietly as he rubbed her cheek lightly with his thumb. Clary seemingly was doing better and so Jace was calming down slightly, although he was still on edge.
"How are you doing?" Jace asked her softly.
Clary took a ragged breath and held her hand over her wound, "Fine." Jace took his hand from her cheek and slid it down to her abdomen and held it over her hand.
As he did this, tears started to form in her eyes. Jace took notice and then began to get protective.
"Clary, what's wrong?"
She said nothing, but looked at him. She took another ragged breath, "Th-There's something I need to tell you."
"What is it?" he asked softly. His voice was barely above a whisper.
Suddenly, Clary flinched.
"Are you okay? What's wrong?" Jace asked concerned.
Clary had started panting and she grunted once in pain. She took her hand from her stomach and put Jace's hand on her stomach instead. She was bleeding more intensely now. Her eyes had begun to close.
"NO CLARY! DON'T YOU DARE!" His voice broke.
His rising in voice rose Alec's concern. "Alec, go get Isabelle and Simon and tell them to hurry!" Jace shouted looking wild and frantic.
Without doubting, Alec rose from his seat and ran from the room.
"Jace, I-I have to tell you something," she sounded in pain.
"What is it?" He asked gently, tears were getting ready to fall.
Clary leaned up and kissed him deeply. When they broke apart Clary looked at him, tears in her eyes and whispered, "I love you. I'm sorry I never got to tell you."
"What didn't you tell me?! Please Clary I love you! Don't go!" He held her tighter.
Clary smiled up at him, a sad sort of smile, and took his bloodied hand in hers. She led his hand to her stomach and let it rest there. "We love you," she whispered. Tears were now freely flowing down her face.
"We?" Jace asked looking pained. Clary nodded and then flinched again. Jace then began to cry lightly. He rested his head on her stomach and kissed it. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa."
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner".
"Don't be sorry. Please don't be sorry," he pleaded.
"I love you both, too," he replied, choked up. He couldn't believe it! She was pregnant. He was going to be a father. Then a panic hit him. He looked around quickly. Where the hell is Isabelle, Simon, and Alec?!
Jace looked back at his bride to be and watched as she was fighting to keep her eyes open.
"CLARY PLEASE DON'T GO!"
"I love you," she replied in a hushed, broken tone.
"I love you, too! Please! Angel, stay!"
He went down and kissed her fully and with an abundance of love. They separated and he watched as the light left her eyes and closed. "Clary?" He asked, his voice wavering. "Clary?" he asked again.
There was no reply.
Jace never took his eyes off his love and brought her towards him. He rested her head in the crook of his neck and cried in her shoulder. That crying turned into sobbing and that sobbing turned into bawling. He went ballistic. Just in a few minutes time he lost his love of his life, his almost wife and his child…