DISCLAIMER: I only own Kaitlyn Fairchild and the plot of this story. All other places and characters are places are owned by Cassandra Clare and J.K Rolling.
Chapter 2
After two years of living at the institute Jace had really wiggled his way into the family. As Kaitlyn's best friend, Alec's parabatai, and Izzy hero, he had a lot on his plate. As for Kaitlyn she stayed busy using shadowhunter runes and angelic magic to try to find her runaway mother and sister, while constantly flushing away the memories of Jace's first night at the institute. Though she was now his best friend she still had feelings for him that time would not wash away.
"Wow, how interesting, Alec. You totally blew my mind with that speech on demon ichor." I said sarcastically.
"Don't act so happy for me, Kaitlyn. This is only the most important day of my life. If I can impress Hodge, than I will move to my next level of training."
"So then you will have to study another year to go to another level. Honestly it doesn't really matter you are officially a shadowhunter when you turn eighteen. It's not like training is going to change that."
"Well, I want to be worthy of my title unlike you," said Alec defiantly.
He just wouldn't give up on the stupid idea. We had spent hours fighting like this. Which was a huge waste of my time. Lately, I had been spending time tracking down my lost family. So far I knew they lived in New York. But being the big city it is, it would be hard to just roam every block until I found them. I hadn't told Izzy and Alec since they would most likely tell mom that I was trying to break the law. Finding and communicating with shadowhunters who left the Clave was illegal and I could be stripped of my runes for it.
"You know what? It doesn't matter. Alec's right as usual. Now I have more important things to do right now," I said before walking off.
On my way to my room, I ran in to Jace who was carring a stack of boring looking novels.
"Why in the world do you so many dull looking books?"
"Well, while you curl up in your room all day seeing the future I have to entertain myself. I can't spend all my time crying over being less important than finding your future husband."
"I do not waste my time finding future husbands," I said with disbelief, "And thanks for crying for me at least ten percent of the day."
I then continued heading down the hall. As soon as I was in my room, I locked the door. After hours of potions and runes gone wrong, I finally gave up and threw my self down on the bed. I'd hoped that each day new info would come up but so far I'd gotten no farther than New York City. Then I thought, if I look in the restricted section of the library I might find a field journal or a book of different runes that could help me. Being the honorable girl I was, I would never go in the restricted section. So I decided I would ask Jace of he could go for me tomorrow.
"Nice hair today,Jace," I said hoping to appeal to Jace's self-loving nature.
He replied sarcastically as usual, "Some refer to my looks as a rugged beauty. And by the way what do you want from me?"
"Do I need to want something to compliment you?"
"If your Kaitlyn? Yes," He replied factually.
Thier goes my plan of being subtle. I had wanted to ask Jace in an inconspicuous way. I guess now I would just have to ask him full out.
"Well, this time in particular I do need you for something," I said.
"And what would that be, dear?"
"I would prefer to discuss it some where private. If that is all right with you," I said, trying my hardest not to sound strange.
"Of course I would. I just love talking to you when no one else is around," he replied sarcastically, before winking at me.
As we made our way back out to the hallway, I thought how much of a pain he could be at times. His sarcastic nature and self confidence was what made him so annoying. Yet these where what drew me to him so much.
"Okay, Jace, I need you to get me a field journal or book of runes for tracking from the restricted section of the library for me."
"Well, doll I am going on a good streak," he said," Unless you can of course convince me to do otherwise."
"Cut the sarcasm crap. What do you want."
"I want you to see my future."
At that I froze. Jace knew what oath I had taken. Last year a vision had come to me, it had forced me to make a vow to live the pure life off a seer. I could not tell someone of their future or interfere with the future in any way. Jace was the only one who knew of my power and my oath. How could he use it as an ultimatum for me. Sure he was hard on me about letting others do my dirty work, but he had never tried to manipulate my powers. I looked at his face. He was wearing a smirk. I felt my eyes become glazed over.
"I expected more of you, Jace. You really are a jerk," I said shakily, before walking away.
I had spent hours in my room sitting, thinking of my life. After Jace's comment I began to wonder what type of person I was. When I died would I be remembered as a jerk. I know that fourteen was too early to think of death, but that didn't help. Was I really the bad one. Did everyone hate how I made them do my dirty work, and if they said no, how I would give them ultimatums. I was brought out of my reverie by a soft knock on the door to my bedroom.
I opened the door to see Jace staring at me. In his hand was a small leater journal.
Automatically assuming he needed help with his studies, I said, "Sorry, but the proffesor is out today. She has come down with a horrible sickness in her stomache.
"Look, I am not here for your help. I came to say that I am sorry about what I said earlier. It was insensitive and I shouldn't have said it. I hoped I could make it up to you by getting this for you," he held up the journal from his hand and I could see a field journal and immediately realized he had done what I had asked, " I know your gonna hate me for saying this but you still have to do something for me if you want it."
"You really gonna go down that road again?"
"This time it something much more simple. What do you need this for," he asked holding up the journal.
I pulled him into my room by the shirt, and peeked out into to the hallway to make sure no one was watching. Then I looked at Jace who was standing still where I had put him, like a deer in headlights. Obviously frightened by my behavior. I let out a huge breath and went to sit on the edge of my bed gesturing to Jace to relax. He just continued to stand there.
"The reason I haven't told you what I've been up to is because I am breaking the law and-," before I could finish my explanation Jace made a gesture of mock shock.
"Oh, Kaitlyn doing her own dirty work. I am quite surprised," he then leaning against the bedpost and put his hands out welcomingly," Well in that case, welcome to the darkside sister."
"Jace, I am not joining the darkside. I am only doing this to find my lost family."
At that Jace's face went blank. He then looked at me sympatheticly. But I didn't want his sympathy right now. I wanted him to be tough, telling me that I was doing th wrong thing. Deep down I wnated to stop the search. In the pit of my stomach I knew something would go wrong. I just couldn't stop myself though. It had been my life long dream to find them, and now that I was so close I couldn't stop the search.
"And I am helping you," he said sincerely.
"Jace, no you could-"
"Hush," he said coming to me and putting his finger over my half open lips, "You can't say anything to stop me. This is a choice I made."
I was both proud and angry. Jace was giving up everything by helping me. He was also doing exactly what I didn't want. I don't know what came over me but I jumped up and hugged him. We stayed that way for a while before breaking apart to start our research.
It had been a week since Jace had given me the forbidden field journal, as we liked to call it. I hadn't read past the first page. I had opened it and in print lie my name. Under it was a sketch of me as a child. Under that was an entry talking about my power to See. Looking at the page I felt as if I was in a movie. I felt as if I was going to find all the answers. I was going to realize my fate, good or bad. As all good main characters, I wasn't ready.
As I turned the page my mouth fell open. The page held a tracking spell. But the odd part was it was written in another language, one I knew well. A language I had created as a child. That is how I knew it was a tracking spell. Before I could stop myself, I had mumbled the words of the spell. I knew that it wouldn't work because I wasn't a wizard. At that moment my ideas of the world were shaken. I felt the familiar feel of the tracking rune. And before me stood my sister. Taller than before her red mess of hair falling over her shoulders.
"Can I help you," she asked politely.
"I can't believe it's you."
"I don't know you," she replied almost sympatheticly.
"You don't recognize me? You don't remember me," I asked quietly my heart sinking. My sister didn't even know who I was. She stared at me as if I was a stranger.
"I am sorry, but no. Maybe we could get coffee some time and you could catch me up. Now I need to get to class though, so bye," She said before waiving and walking away.
As she strolled away my heart shattered. I had imagined this moments so many times. Once I had even dreamed this exact outcome. I had never imagined it would feel like this. I looked her in the eyes and all I could see was ignorance. I decided to go to the creator of this mess, our mother. I walked slowly into the principals office. Looked up Clary's file and found out where her and my mother where living.
I walked out of the school confident and scared at the same time. I was going to fix this mess. I was going to get my family back. I wasn't going to be a lost girl anymore.
