Story Title: Hurricane At Dawn.
Rating: Mature | M
Disclaimer: I do now own these two series. Simple at that.
Chapter Three: Shock Of a Lifetime.
Storyline: Jace's birth last name was Herondale, correct? Clary's was Fairchild. Hmm. What if William Herondale and his friends from the 1800's, ended up in present time? What if blood was being spilled and no one was safe? It's a hurricane of emotions and disaster.
Upon waking up, Clary found a set of round, blue eyes starring down at her. Jumping up, her hair a wild, red mess, did she pause "Isabelle!" she spoke, voice thick with sleep. The tall female smiled a bit "Your awake, good, this is…good." she mumbled, very…un-Isabelle-ish of her.
Clary eyed the clock. She'd been asleep so long, that long? It was almost midnight! Geez. Clary pushed the covers back. "What happen, did they, did they really take Jace?" she asked, sleep still hazing her mind over, not fully awake yet. She stumbled into the bathroom, turning the water on and shutting the door behind her.
Isabella stood next to the doorframe, leaning on it, one boot over the other, arms crossed over her chest, dark hair in a bun, messy waves bunched up into a tight bun. "Yes, they did. My parents are attempting to find out-" Clary cut her off, swinging the door open.
"Attempting? No the word I was lookin' for Izzy." she spoke.
Clary grabbed her jacket, a black soft and light clothing item off the chair beside the bed. "Did anyone talk to Will and Tessa?" she spoke, raising an eyebrow, attempting to be calm, to be collected, to be a Shadowhunter, however, she was one second away from crying her eyes out. Calm, cool she thought, biting her inner cheek, holding tears back.
Jace died, he fucking died, and now he was gone, taken away. They didn't get to give him back to her then say he's a murderer! Jesus Christ, was everyone stupid? Clary stomped down the hallway, a door swinging open "Clary?" a voice spoke. She spun around, Tessa before her. The female looked stuck, halfway between shocked and just plain scared. "May I speak with you, Clary?" she spoke.
Clary paused, sighing, nodding, forcing a half smile "Of course." she mumbled. She couldn't be mad, not at Tessa, she did nothing wrong, nothing at all. Clary walked into the door and took a seat next to Tessa, who smoothed her hair and paused, as if thinking over what she wanted to say first.
Finally, Tessa spoke "This…Jace…your boyfriend, he reminds me of Will, does he not with you?" she spoke.
Ah, yes, some most Clary forget, Tessa was from the late 1870's, this was the 2000's. The way they spoke was very different.
Clary paused, and tsked her tongue, testing how the words would sound. "He does, doesn't he? It's a touch weird but being cocky and being arrogant are two traits men seem to carry a lot." she spoke. This earned a smile from Tessa. "Herondale." she spoke, voice soft. Clary paused "What of it?" she asked. "Miss Kenwood, she said Jace's name was Herondale. Jonathan C-" Clary cut her off, rudely but not caring "His legal name is Jace Herondale, yes. Jonathan Christopher isn't his…name…anymore." Oh Christ, this would be hard to explain, eh.
Tessa frowned "Anymore, Miss?" she spoke.
Oh well, better get on with it Clary, she thought to herself. "My full name is Clarissa, Clarissa Adele Morgenstern however that's my birth name and I go by Clary Fray. I'll explain it later, promise. Either way, Jace was thought to be my….biological brother, however, we later found this to be not true and hence the reason we found out his birth name was-is Herondale. But Jonathan Christopher, is NOT his name. It was, it isn't anymore. Look, this is really confusing, I know. I'll attempt to go into details." Clary spoke.
"So, since this is the future what would make Jace Will's-"
"My Great-Great-Great grandson, give or take a few greats." Will spoke, standing in the doorway, blue eyes filled with confusion and a hint of annoyance.
Clary stood up, eyes going wide. Shit, shit, shit! How was she to deal with this? Jace had been a Shadowhunter for years, years. She'd known of this world for not even a full freaking year. Clary paused "I-erm." Will cocked his head to the side "I am correct, yes, Clary?" he asked.
Clary ran his fingers through her bright red hair, green eyes wide. "Jace's last name is Herondale, yes." she said. That wouldn't give too much away, yeah? If she gave too much away what if it was like the movies back to the future and she changed everything and it got all fucked up? Shit.
"Damn it Jace." she mumbled under her breath, to herself.
Alec took it upon himself to enter the room at his point "Clary, Isabelle is asking for you, she says it's a girl thing and Simon's here, downstairs, with our parents." he said.
Clary spun around, rushing out of the room. Jesus Christ, Will reminded her of Jace. Oh was it the other way around, since was 100 and some years older then Jace? So it was Jace who reminded Clary of Will? God. Clary needed some freaking normal-ness, for a bit, a day even, something that didn't have demons and traps and all theses rules in it.
Clary bounced her way into Isabelle's room, and in return the girl grabbed her arm and pulled her inside "Tampons!" she spat out. Clary couldn't help at grin "Are you telling me or asking?" she spoke.
Isabella flicked her hair behind her ears, blue eyes bright "I'm out. Do you have any?" she asked.
Upon this did Clary's eyes go wide. Tampons. Tampons. The word, a simple little word rang around inside her head. Clary's hand fell to her stomach area and Isabelle's eyes flicked downward, followed with a gasp, yelp and a wide eyed look. "Clary- Oh no, Clary?" the fellow teenager spoke.
Clary flew into the bathroom and sat on the toilet "I'm late." she spoke. Isabelle paused, standing in the doorway "I didn't even know Jace and you slept together and now you may be pregnant? Geez, you know Clary, I know we didn't always get along but us girls got to stick together and I thought-" Clary tuned her out, as Isabella kept talked.
"Clary- CLARY?" Isabella spoke, standing next to her. She lifted her head "Huh? Oh." she spoke.
"Did you hear a single word I just said?" she asked, annoyed. Clary frowned "Isabelle, I love you, I do but Izzy, at the moment I'm kind of stressed to the max. My period is freaking late, my boyfriends gone and my boobs hurt." she spoke, randomness setting in.
Isabelle grabbed her jacket "Come on, lets go!" she grabbed at Clary's wrist. "Let's go!" she said, more forceful now.
"To where?" she spoke, in shock, halfway between worried and just plain dazed. "To the drug store, we need to know and now!" she spoke.
Clary and Isabelle flew down the road, to the local Walgreen's Drug Store and rushed in, down the pregnant and condom isle. Oddly enough, the mouthwash was right next to the condoms and across from the pregnancy tests and lube. Huh, odd.
Clary grabbed some, ran to the counter, tossed a 20 on the counter, and grabbed the white and red bag and ran to the bathroom, ripping a box open. Five minutes later, she walked out and Isabelle walked over from the wall and water area she was standing next to "What's it say?" she asked.
"Clary? What's it say?" Isabelle asked away.
She jammed the stick out, still in her hand "It says I'm pregnant." she spoke, before passing out again.
Isabella sighed "Great." she mumbled.