Legacies

An Infernal Devices FanFiction

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Disclaimer: I do not own Infernal Devices, only Elizabeth and Nick and the plot.

Chapter 2- Deja Vu

Amusement entered James's eyes, making my dislike for him curdle. "We, my dear friend, are Nephilim."

I stared at him. Not only was he an egomaniac, he was crazy. "Nephilim? Like fallen angels?" I asked incredulously.

"Now, while we may look like angels, we are half angel, half man," James replied cheerfully. Jonathon rolled his eyes, then came over to me.

"Eliza, we can explain everything when we get home. Right now, your brother is in serious need of help," he said evenly, looking me calmly in the eyes. I felt my nerves relax. There was something about him that made him feel like family. Him I trusted.

I just wasn't so sure about his friend.

Jon was still speaking. "James, why don't you and Miss Lightwood go over and make sure that the carriage is okay to ride. It will be better if we don't have to lug Mr. Lightwood all the way to the Institute on foot." James nodded his approval, and Jon moved off towards my brother.

I watched distantly, numbly. The conversation had taken the last of the energy out of me, and I was swaying where I stood. James said something, then crinkled his eyebrows and walked over to me. I tried to signal to him to move on, but then my swaying turned to falling and James rushed forward to catch me. He was mouthing something to me. I tried to tell him that I couldn't hear him, but I couldn't make my mouth form the words. My eyes started to close, and I dimly noticed that James's shirt and slipped, and I could see the shape of a white star on his shoulder.

~oOo~

James looked down concernedly at the girl in his arms. He had turned to go to the carriage when he realized that she wasn't with him, and when he had turned back, she was swaying where she stood. I had asked her if she was okay, but she hadn't said anything.

When James had started towards her, she had started to fall. Sprinting forwards, he had barely been able to stop her from hitting her head on the ground. Her eyes were rolling back into her head and she was trying to say something.

James will never know what she was going to say, because in that instant, Elizabeth lost consciousness.

Sighing, picked her up and carried here bridal style to the buggy. As James looked down at the girl in his arms, he was struck by just how beautiful she was. Her hair was wavy, an amazing coppery gold color, and her warm tan skin reminded James of warm, sunny days spent in the country with his family. Beneath the thick eyelashes, James knew that ochre eyes glinted intelligently. His expression softened when she tucked her chin to her chest and leaned farther into him. She was just asleep. She was probably exhausted after what had happened to her.

"Do mine eyes deceive me? Does James actually like a girl?" James rolled his eyes at his parabatai's antics. Jon appeared by his side, a bloodied and unconscious blonde boy slung over his shoulder.

"Quiet, Jon. She's sleeping. She's had a long day." Jon laughed incredulously, but quieted his voice.

"I know that, but I never thought that you would care." James paused. Jonathon was right; James had never been attracted to a girl. Sure, girls had been attracted to him, but he had never felt anything towards them.

So why did he suddenly care about this girl?

Shaking his head, James moved forward and placed here in the buggy, careful not to hit her head on anything, and settled her in a comfortable position. Ignoring Jon's knowing look, James crawled in after her and helped him get the boy settled. Once they were all situated, he closed the door and Jonathon climbed into the driver's seat.

"Take us to the Institute," James called out.

His father would want to meet this girl, and she needed to be with her family.

~oOo~

Light filtered through my eyelids, and I groaned, rubbing my neck. I must have fallen asleep at an awkward angle. My neck was stiff and I had had the oddest dream, with whiskered men and silver daggers and angels…

"Well, sleeping beauty awakens," a jolly voice across from me said. My eyes flicked open, and I was greeted with the sight of a particular black-haired gray-eyed boy grinning across from me.

I groaned. "It was real?" I mumbled to myself.

James heard me. "Was what real? The warlocks and fight, and meeting the most handsome man you have ever seen? Than yes, it was real."

"How kind of you, bragging about Jon's looks for him," I replied dryly. How was it possible? I had been attacked by animalistic men (literally), had killed one of them, and then fainted. I think that I was more mad about the fainting than anything else. I hated feeling week.

"My, I'm hurt!" James cried. I rolled my eyes. He sat back and fanned himself with his hand. "My, it's hotter than hell in here. I don't know how you can stand traveling like this."

I shook my head, but couldn't resist correcting him. "Well, anything would be hotter than hell, as hell is freezing."

James's eyes glittered with delight. "Ah, read Dante, have you? Did you enjoy Inferno?"

I shook my head. "Much too philosophical for my tastes."

Shock etched itself into James's features. "My, the Inferno is one of the plot stories out there! I shall have to convince you of that." He leaned towards me when I shook his head

"Miss Lightwood, when the gallant hero who has just saved you from a rather nasty fate, he is never wrong. Even if he tells you that carriage is blue and made of roses." I rolled my eyes.

"Oi, James! You're sounding like your parents! Quit with the book talk!" I heard Jon yell from the driver's seat.

James winced, and I couldn't help but laugh.

I looked around the buggy for the first time. Beside me was Nicholas, a blue goose egg on his forehead and one eye black and purple. He was sleeping and snoring loudly.

Leaning out the window, I could see that Jon was driving, instead of our normal driver. "What happened to Jack?" James avoided looking me in the eye. "Tell me!"

"The warlocks killed him," he mumbled. I gasped. "I'm sorry. Our job is to protect mundanes."

I eyed him. "Mundanes?" He just groaned.

"I'll let my Mam explain everything. Normally my dad would, but seeing as you seem to absolutely adore my sarcasm… Hey!" he exclaimed when I pinched his arm. Rubbing his arm, he glared at me. "Miss Lightwood, is that how you treat your savior?" I rolled my eyes just as the carriage jostled to a stop.

"Love birds!" Jonathon called from outside. "We're here!" Blushing, I leaned back as James climbed out and helped me out of the carriage. I gasped when I saw the building in front of me.

A massive church loomed in front of me, a wrought iron gate was open behind us, and the huge stone building stood before, its large spires and towers standing out impressively against the dismal gray of the London sky.

While James and Jon were hauling Nick out of the carriage, the front door of the church boomed open, and a man and woman stood there, with the man's arm around her waist. The man had black hair and the deepest blue eyes. He looked about 7 years older than the woman, who had plain brown hair and intense gray eyes. "Oh, dear," she said. "Another attack?" She had a faint accent. It sounded almost American.

James nodded. "Yes, Mam. Five warlocks attacked a carriage and killed the driver. And guess what? The carriage belonged to Gabriel's niece and nephew, of all people!"

Her eye widened in recognition. "Oh, Tatiana's children! I had better go and find Gideon and Gabriel." She hurried off. The man's eyes followed her for a moment, his expression full of love, and then turned his attention back to us. His eyes twinkled.

"Saving girls from warlocks? You'll want to be careful James," he warned. "That is how I met your mother, after all." He had a strange accent, different from the woman who I guess was his wife, but an accent all the same. Maybe Welsh? "Did you by any chance discuss the finer points of Dante?"

James blushed, his flaming cheeks matching mine. "Yes, actually."

The man laughed incredulously. "Did you tell her that her savior was always right?"

James didn't reply, only blushed so red his ears burned, and the man laughed harder. "My, my, James! It's like you are a carbon copy of me!" The man turned to me. "Nice to meet you, Miss. I'm James's father, William Herondale, and that beautiful woman who just walked away was Theresa Herondale, my wife. You can call us Will and Tessa." He held out his hand, and I shook it, kind of in awe at his warm welcoming. He gave me a kind smile. "I'm the head of the Institute here in London."

He winked at me. "Be careful. As I said, your story is frighteningly similar to my story with my wife. If it continues on this path, than there will plenty of heartache and anger in your future." He turned away, and then turned back. "Oh, and if your story remains the same as ours, you'll be married in the next year or two." He laughed at my confused face and then led us into the church.

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