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Electronic Interruptions

*Clary*

Our bubble of peace was popped by the phone ringing.

I jumped a foot in the air, pressing a hand over my racing heart. "Jesus!"

Luke calmly pushed his chair back and went to answer the phone. "Garroway residence."

He tensed after a short pause. "Jocelyn. . . . there's something you should know-"

I didn't let him finish, as soon I heard my mothers name I ripped the phone from his grasp. "Hello, mother. When are you coming home?"

"Clary? Is everything alright? Where's Luke?" She asked, her voice shrill and worried.

I wanted to growl at her last question, Luke's well being was none of her business! "No, mother, everything is not fine! Come home, now!"

I slammed the receiver down and started pacing, all the fury of her deception had sprung forward as soon as I heard Luke say her name. I wanted her in front of me so I could tear into her, make her hurt like I hurt.

Luke approached me cautiously. "Clary?"

"I am just so furious with her! She lied to me my whole life! Is there any part of my life that was true?" I ranted, wishing I could growl and snarl.

I didn't realize what I'd said until the hurt crossed his face. I immediately felt terrible. "Luke-no, no! I didn't mean you! I mean this fake life she built for me-all the moving and secrets."

I hurried over to him and took his face in my hands, stroking his cheeks. "I don't mean you, I could never be angry at her for giving me you." I softly kissed him, pushing all the affection I could into it.

He crushed me to him, kissing me deeper, thrusting his tongue past my parted lips and imprinting himself on anything he could reach. I moaned into his mouth, pressing closer to him and clamping my fingers in his hair.

The feeling returned, the warmth lower in my stomach. What did Luke call it? Arousal? I needed him, that was the only thought in my fuzzy mind.

I whimpered when he drew away, but gasped the next second as he attacked my neck with kisses and nips.

I clawed at his shirt, he glanced down and understanding lit his eyes. He did what I wanted, all the buttons popped off the shirt as he ripped it open. The air hitting my chest made me aware that I didn't have a bra on.

I wiggled out of my shorts as fast as I could while he was stripping off his shirt and jeans. I paused when his chest was bared, my mouth watered as I took in the appealing sight.

This time when we made love, it was gentle and slow. There were soft kisses and exploratory touches-it was absolutely beautiful. I think I even cried a little toward the end.

After, we lay together and just breathed, not wanting to ruin the moment. I was the first to move, stretching and scooting toward the edge of the bed.

Luke turned over on his side, his hand reaching out and halting my progress. "Hey, where are you goin?"

I squeezed his hand in reassurance. "I feel like a shower, I think the last time I had one was just before we mated."

His eyebrows furrowed, his mouth forming a thin line as he thought. "Hmm. You have a point."

I hopped off the bed, glancing around the room for my bag. I spotted it by the bathroom door, next to his small dresser. I dug around until I found a black t shirt, plain white boy shorts underwear and faded blue jeans.

I stepped into the shower over bathtub arrangement he had and turned the water to the temperature I preferred. I smiled when I noticed that he had my favorite shampoo and conditioner in his shower. I washed and rinsed my hair in record time, deciding last minute to borrow his razor to shave my legs and arm pits.

I realized when I had finished drying my legs that I forgot to grab my lotion. Come to think of it, I wasn't sure where I'd had it last-I hadn't seen it in my bag.

I dressed and picked up the brush, combing my hair as I left the bathroom. "Hey, Luke, have you seen my lotion?"

I froze in my tracks as I soaked in the sight before my eyes. Luke was standing beside the bed in his boxers, his hands held out in a placating manner. My mother, skin flushed and hair a little wind blown, was in front of him.

At the sight of me exiting his private bathroom, she paled. "What the hell is going on here?" She shouted.

I tensed when I heard her tone. Luke spoke first, his voice soothing. "Jocelyn, I can explain everything."

"Explain what?" My mother looked at each of us, it was in that unfortunate moment she noticed the bite marks. Her eyes flashed and she spun on Luke. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY DAUGHTER?!"

"Hey! He didn't do anything, it was my decision! He's my mate now." I didn't like the way she tried to talk to him.

She stared at me, stunned. Rage flooded me as I remembered all her lies.

"Yeah, I know about Luke being a wolf. I know about a lot of stuff now, no thanks to you! So when were you going to tell me that you're a Shadowhunter?" I spat out angrily.

She stuttered for a moment. "Don't change the subject, Clary. I won't allow this!"

"Allow what, exactly? Why don't you want to talk about how my entire life was a lie, mother?" I sneered.

"Clary, there's a lot of things you don't understand and this is one of them. I won't allow my underaged daughter to sleep with a man twice her age!"

Luke looked like my mom just slapped him. That only added fuel to my fire. "Well, mother, you don't get to have a say in it! It's legal!"

She looked like she was going to bust a blood vessel, she was so furious. "Fine! Keeping fucking him for all I care! I don't want anything to do with this! I won't have nothing to do with either one of you!"

My blood froze in my veins and my face felt cold. "Mom?"

She ignored me, storming out of the room. I heard her loud footsteps as she stomped downstairs and the slamming of the front door.

I shrunk in on myself, tears blinding me.

I felt Luke as he wrapped me in his warmth. "Sh, it's okay. You're okay."

I shook my head rapidly. "No, she doesn't want anything to do with me-with us. I didn't want that, I didn't want her to leave. I just wanted her to know I knew and that she hurt me with the secrets."

He hugged me tighter, letting me babble and cry. "It'll be alright, Clary. She'll come around, we need to give her a little time. Everything will be alright."

He held me until my eyes dried, stroking my hair and whispering sweet words to me.

I pulled away, wiping my eyes. "Thank you, Luke." I sighed. "What do we do now?"

Luke scrubbed a hand over his face. "We let her cool off, have some time to think, and then we try to talk to her again. I don't believe that she meant the things she said, Clary, anger makes us say things we don't mean."

I rolled my neck, wincing when it caught on one side. "You sure you should be siding with her? She was saying some pretty mean things."

He sighed, stroking the side of my face. "If I know you're mother, she's probably regretting what was spoken in anger and hurt. I'm almost positive that you are, as well."

I frowned, hating that he was right. "Fine. Where's my phone?"

He raised an eye brow at me. I stuck my tongue out at him, I wasn't going to face her so soon after the fight earlier.

He shook his head, giving in. "Check your room."

I could have face palmed. Of course! I jumped up and walked to what used to be my room when I stayed here.

Everything was the same as when I left. Dirty clothes piled in a far corner, cedar dresser drawers open, and the queen sized bed unmade. My black touch screen phone was even where I left it, charging on the bedside table.

I unplugged it and checked it, frowning when I caught sight of all the missed calls and texts. Some were shortly after the fight from earlier, also from my mother.

I had a small war with myself over whether to listen to the voicemail she left. I knew Luke would tell me I should listen to what she had to say, so I gave in. I just wanted to be around Luke when I played it.

I returned to Luke's room, ignoring his surprise as I curled as close to him as I could on the bed. I pressed play and held the phone to my ear.

My first reaction was anger when she told me not to come home, however, the next moment I heard the crash and yelling in the background.

My blood froze and my heart stopped when the message cut off.

My head was spinning and my throat felt like it was closed.

"Clary? Clary breathe!" Luke was shaking my shoulders, his voice worried and afraid.

I sucked in a deep breath, my mind clearing a little with the oxygen flow return. He relaxed when he saw my chest moving again.

"Clary, what's going on? What's the matter?" He asked, concerned and confused.

"It was a voice mail from my mother. Something happened during the recording, Luke. There was shouting and this loud crash. I think something's wrong." I whispered, staring blankly at my phone.

"What?" He deadpanned.

My words sunk in, my panic rising. "Luke, we have to go! We have to go now!"

Luke started, alarmed. "Go where?"

"My house! Something happened to her, I know it! I need to go!" I jumped up and ran down the stairs, ignoring his startled exclamation.

I threw on my shoes and coat, grabbing the keys for his truck from where they hung beside the coat rack. I had already unlocked the truck and climbed inside when I realized that I couldn't drive.

Luke wrenched open the truck door. "Scoot over, Clary."

I bot my lip, complying. I wasn't sure if he was upset with me. "Sorry, got a little ahead of myself."

He sighed. "Its fine, your mother may be in need of your sudden burst of energy."

I frowned, unsure whether to be jealous or appreciative of his concern for her. I knew he loved her before we mated and-NO! I WAS NOT going to think about this now!

Worry, fear and jealousy were warring within me. I was ready to tear my hair out and we were only half way to my house. Well, my old house?

The moment the truck stopped moving, I flung open the passenger door and sprinted to the building. I made quick work of the door and flew up the stairs, halting in front of my mom's apartment.

The door was broken and off the hinges, what I could see of the hallway was a hectic mess. I carefully stepped over the door, walking further into the apartment. Every room had some degree of debris; most consisting of ripped or torn paintings, feathers, scushions, pieces or splinters of wood and shards of glass.

My panic rose with each room that didn't hold my mother. A feeling of dread began to overwhelm me. I was startled by a noise coming from the next room, hope blossomed in my chest.

It died swiftly, however, when Luke emerged. I tried not to show my disappointment, glancing around at the wrecked room.

We checked and double checked every single room, my mother wasn't here. I hugged myself, My eyes burning but no tears came out.

I shook my head, slowly at first, but gradually speeding up. "This isn't happening, this can't be happening."

A large, warm hand closed over my shoulder and gently squeezed. "Clary, whoever took your mother is long gone. I can detect faint hints of scent-they're blocking it somehow, I can only tell that there was two."

"How could they block their scent?" I asked, confused. Luke was a werewolf, he could sniff out anyone!

"They are likely Shadowhunters, it's the only plausible answer. Nothing else could mask their scents like that." He frowned, sniffing a cushion.

"How do we find them if you don't know who they are? How do we find my mother if we can't figure out where they took her?"

"Clary, I promise you we will get your mother back. I don't know when, but I won't stop trying. Alright?"

"Alright."

Luke nodded firmly. "Now, let's go back to my house. There's some phone calls I need to make, if we're going to cover more ground."

I allowed him to lead me out of the apartment building, knowing there was nothing I could do at the moment. My mother was missing and my former house looked as though a twister ran through it.

The ride to Luke's, my new home, was relatively silent. I kept thinking of the Shadowhunters. How many were out there? How will we weed out the ones who took my mom? Who does Luke want to call? The questions circled around my head until I wanted to scream in frustration. I didn't have the answers to any of them, though the last one would be put to rest shortly.

I made an effort to be nice to Luke, it wasn't his fault I was upset. The last thing I wanted was to take all this out on him. I even walked around the truck and hugged him before we entered his house, sneaking in a brief make out session.

I had to smile at his goofy grin, but quickly smothered the urge and raised my eye brow. "Don't you have calls to make?"

He shook his head, walking swiftly to the house. "Right, the phone, I need to use the phone."

I was nearly bursting with curiosity when he shut himself in his study to make these calls. I almost immediately grew bored when I ran out of ideas to help find my mother. I knew hardly anything about the actual Shadowhunters and it hindered my solution process.

Time seemed to pass very slowly, and Luke was still in the study.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when there was a knock on the door. I hurried to answer it, not wanting it to disturb Luke.

I became confused when I realized the visitor was a police officer. Why would they be here? It was too soon to make a connection between us and my mothers disappearance, it was only two hours ago. He was a six foot five African American male, maybe thirtyish with dark eyes.

"Yes, officer?" I asked uncertainly.

"Is this the Graymark residence?" He asked in a deep voice.

My eyebrows drew together. If he was here, shouldn't he know this was the Graymark house? "Yes?"

I was caught off guard as his face suddenly changed, his eyes were milky white without pupils and his forehead grew thicker with strange bone like structures. He stepped forward until I staggered backwards, closing the door behind him. Rows of sharp teeth sprouted from his gums, right before my eyes and his arms lengthened, his fingers curving and lightening to a boney white. I saw they were wicked sharp and had deadly points.

He charged, swiping at me and I screamed as loud as I could. I threw the nearest object at him, which happened to be a lamp and the loud crash echoed through the house. I took the opportunity to run to the kitchen, slamming the door separating it from the dining room, but couldn't block it with anything.

Instead I grabbed a butcher knife, hiding behind the counter.

I jumped when the door banged open and heard it break as it struck the wall with the force. I carefully slid a skillet from the cabinet and held it in my other hand, readying myself to defend myself.

I didn't have to wait long, he-it came around the corner and lunged at me. I swung with all my strength hitting it on the side or its head and forcing it to deviate to the left of me. I scrambled to my feet and sprinted for the door, knife still in hand.

"LUKE!" I screeched at the top of my lungs. I had the terrible thought that one must have got to him or he would have came to me sooner. A thud upstairs caught my attention, my heart skipped a beat. Luke.

Something crashed into me from behind, knocking the breath out of me. I stabbed and failed with the knife, I knew I cut it when it gave a shrill scream. I hissed in pain when a burning sensation went through my arm, I must have nicked myself, too. I struggled and bucked, trying to get the thing off me. I cried out when what felt like a knifes edge sliced my shoulder. In my pain induced stupor, I was vaguely aware of the front door bursting off the hinges and the shapes that flew inside. The weight on my back was lifted and shortly after, what I could swear were growls and a lot of shrill wailing.

Strong, warm arms hefted me up against an equally heated chest. Worried, angry voices surrounded me, but I easily picked out one I'd know in my sleep. "Clary? Clary?! Is she injured?! Give her to me!"

There was a brief shuffling and I was engulfed in the comforting scent of worn books. "Clary, it's alright, you're going to be just fine."

There was an urgent, hushed discussion that I was unable to follow and a disgruntled huff.

"I'll fix it, Clary, I promise. Everything's gonna be fine." He whispered as he cradled me to him.

I attempted to mumble a response, but my head was swimming and my tongue felt like cotton. Darkness crept along my vision, closing in until there was nothing but empty black.