Meanwhile back in New York Jocelyn was beside herself in tears crying on her daughter's bed clutching a note. Luke dropped what he was doing and rushed over once she called. He ran towards the sounds of sobs and stopped and knelt beside Jocelyn. She didn't say a word, but thrust out the letter Clary wrote before she left.
"Dear mommy, I didn't want to hurt you, but this is the only way. I have left to find my brother. He is still alive. I can help him. I know I can. I know you don't think I know or understand, but I do. I'm also the only one who can do this. When I return it will be with Jonathan and then you, me, Luke and Jonathan can be a real family. I know it is pointless to tell you not to worry, but I got this. Have faith in me. The angels do. I will be home as soon as I can, but I know and you know it won't be for a bit. Don't ground me when I get home, please. My brother needs me. I have untraceable ruins on, and I'm sorry, but I also hid Jonathan's stuff so you can't trace him either. I promise I'll give it all back when I see you again. My love to you and Luke, Clary."
"Well, I'm guessing you already tried to trace her." Luke said stating the obvious by seeing the steele in her hand. He climbed into Clary's bed that she most likely won't fit when she gets back and tried to hold Jocelyn. She banged her fists against his chest, but he just pulled her tighter and let a few of his own tears fall.
"Please God, and all the angels, protect Clary." He prayed as he stared at the portal a five year old made in her bedroom with his steele.
"She remembered! She must hate me!" Jocelyn cried out stretching Luke's shirt past its capacity.
"She loves you." He said simply as he kissed her forehead and clutched her tightly.
Jocelyn followed his line of sight. "I can't believe she made a portal." She said astounded. "In all your time together, did you think she was different?" She whispered.
"Yes. She told me so." He replied.
Jocelyn tightened in his arms. "She knew?"
"That she had angel blood. Yes." I told her.
"And you didn't tell me?" She asked shocked.
"She's five!" Luke said defensively. "I thought she was talking about the normal amount of shadowhunters blood. Not extra!"
"She made a fucking portal!" Jocelyn screamed sitting up.
"I see that! A normal five year old shadowhunter couldn't do that!" He yelled back.
"She seemed so normal until that day you came back." She spat.
"Don't put this on me! You even admitted that day that you woke up to her playing the piano." He yelled upset. He wasn't upset just with Jocelyn, but himself knowing that despite what he thought about following her to protect her that she went in the blink of an eye to where he couldn't follow. He had every intention of helping her plan so he could follow and aid her. Apparently she had other plans.
"Where did she go?" Jocelyn said sinking to the floor with her hand on the remnants of the portal.
Luke sat next to her on the floor with one palm against her back. "I'm scared for her too."
"I don't see why. She's not your child." Jocelyn spat as she stood to go get her shoes. She wasn't going to sit down and take this lightly.
"Look what this note says, 'My love to you and Luke.' Not just you. Me too. She obviously thought I was important enough to include. Maybe if you didn't try to trick her, or was honest with her you wouldn't be in this predicament." He said livid at her. His eyes started to change into their werewolf form and Jocelyn went limp at the sight of him.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to blame you. I shouldn't have said those things. You've been nothing but good to me and Clary. It's just…I feel more hopeless now than I did when I was with Valentine." She confessed as a few traitorous tears leaked down her face.
"Let's stop and look at the facts." He said leading her to the couch. He held her hand. "She says she can save her brother."
"He's a monster! That's not her brother!" Jocelyn said upset and disgusted.
"He's in there somewhere. Clary seems convinced that he just needs help that she can give him. And her note, 'Have faith in me. The angels do.' Obviously something is going on there. Remember in the Academy that some shadowhunters get visions. They might have made contact. She is more special than we can comprehend. If the angels see fit to contact her than maybe we should have some of their faith. She's your daughter. She will always do what she feels is right."
"The cup. What if Valentine tries to use her to get to the cup?! Damn it Clary!" Jocelyn screamed.
"How could she have known any of this? You! You had to have told her!" She accused angry once more at the situation. With Luke being there he was an easy target.
"Fuck you Jocelyn!" He roared.
He ignored her as she collapsed to the floor and sobbed loudly. He didn't leave though. He sat on the couched hunched over. Luke rubbed his face a few times trying to regain control. 'You are so in control. Patient even.' She told me. He calmed at the memory. He looked at the magazines and saw blue construction paper jutting out. He moved the stack exposing his card. There was no doubt that this was for him. There was a full moon made with white construction paper. An impressive wolf was drawn below it howling. He flipped it open. "Home is where the heart howls." Below it was a red construction paper heart glued in with, "Love Clary," wrote on it.
He smiled despite the tears falling. He moved back in to Jocelyn and sat on the floor in front of her, but didn't reach for her.
"I thought you left." She stated.
"No. I couldn't. Look what I found on your coffee table."
Jocelyn took the homemade card and read. She leaned towards Luke until her forehead rested against his. "She is too sweet to be with Valentine. He'll break her of it. She'll never be the same."
"All children grow up Jocelyn. Look at us." He said simply.
"I just didn't want it to be like this. Despite what I did she didn't hesitate to say she'd be back. I thought she'd hate me." She confided.
"She might have if she found when she was an adult." He whispered. "But she's your daughter and she loves you."
"And she obviously loves you." She said handing back the card.
"We need to go see Magnus. He told me the spell worked. We were there days before damn it!" She yelled again.
"Not until you calm down. This won't help Clary." Luke stated firmly.
She went to rage again, but the look on Luke's face showed that he wouldn't bend.
"We'll leave, and stop to get some coffee before we go." She conceded.
"Okay." Luke said. He didn't put the card down, but took it with them. Jocelyn watched silently as he placed it gently in his glove compartment.
"Are you sure she's my daughter and not yours?" Jocelyn said looking out the window.
"What do you mean?" He asked confused.
"The bond you two had so quickly. It was as if she's always known you. Clary never did like strangers. But you, it was like she was waiting for you." Jocelyn said shaking her head. "Don't mind me. I'm just grasping at straws at this point."
"What do you mean?" He asked again.
"Do you remember when we stopped at the zoo restaurant. We all got hot dogs. She went and picked up mustard and a container of onions for you without you saying anything. It was as if she already knew. I know it's silly. You guys probably had them before. I'm just trying to make sense." Jocelyn rambled.
Luke kept quiet lost in his own thoughts as Jocelyn ordered the coffee. They sat down before he realized he didn't have sugar. Clary always got the sugar and napkins. 'Because I know you.' It was as if she knew him, like they lived another life together. 'I love you Luke. I want to protect you.' He brushed his hair out of his face with his hands. 'Protect me from what?' He thought.
Jocelyn got them a second cup of coffee while Luke looked like he was miles away. He didn't even realize his cup was empty until she was heading back with more. "I think we should go see Magnus." He finally agreed. Maybe he could get answers of his own.
They made their way back to his truck and fought the morning traffic to get there. Magnus greeted them with a frown upon his face. He didn't think they would come this early.
"Magnus my daughter is missing. I can't even trace her. I don't know where she is at or if she's even alive. And the block didn't work. She knew more than I thought even possible." Jocelyn said with no tears, but a steely calm.
"Was she kidnapped?" Magnus asked as he turned and made his way to the couch.
"No. She left willing by way of a portal in her bedroom. A five year old made a portal!" She said losing control for a moment.
"I've never completed a spell like that before. In theory it should have been my mind masterpiece." He said showing true disappointment.
"There has to be a way for you to trace her where I failed." She pleaded.
"I can tell you if she's alive, that is if you brought something of hers. Your untraceable ruins don't work against that." He offered.
Jocelyn pulled a shirt out of her jacket pocket and handed it to him. Magnus took it and held it in both hands. He closed his eyes for a moment and it seemed as if white lights were bursting from the inside.
"She's alive." He said handing it back.
"There's nothing else you can do?" Jocelyn implored him.
"I can't do anything for you. If she left on her own accord then she is utilizing free will which goes where the wind blows." He said with a flourish of his arms. "Any idea where she went?"
"To find her father." She said exhaling deeply as she sat on the couch.
Meanwhile Magnus was watching Luke's knowing expression. Magnus snapped his finger and Jocelyn froze again on the couch.
"What do you know wolf?" He asked curious.
"That you know more than you are letting on." He answered.
"And you know more than you are letting on to her." Magnus said indicating Jocelyn.
"An oath is an oath." Luke said firmly.
"And a deal is a deal." Magnus said sighing relieved knowing they were on the same page. "Do you think she can do it?"
"I believe Clary is beyond anything the Nephilim have ever achieved before." Luke answered simply.
"She is something. Definitely not a typical five year old in almost any species." Magnus agreed. He began to make his way to the back room. Where the world map used to be was a close up of Idris. Burning green still was Jonathan's hair. He walked over and picked up one of Clary's shirts. He tore a small piece up and it as it burned green it joined the hair.
"She made it there." He stated.
"Do you believe she is more?" Luke asked questioningly as he stared at the map. 'She made it.' He sighed in relief.
"Do you?" Magnus countered.
With a nod Luke voiced the thoughts he couldn't bring to say to Jocelyn. "She knew me."
Magnus nodded in agreement.
"Do you think, that somehow…I don't even know how to say this. It sounds crazy." Luke said running his fingers through his hair.
"A shadowhunter can't do that on their own. No mundane. No average downworlder." Magnus stated.
"What could?" Luke questioned looking at Magnus once more.
"God. A higher up on the side of the light maybe. Somebody with connections to them." He shrugged. "But to be granted something of that caliber…well…She must have had piss that could baptize the angels. They wouldn't do to that for shits and grins I tell you."
"But, it's a possibility?" Luke asked seeking confirmation.
Magnus nodded once and locked his jaw.
"Do we try to help Clary?" He asked.
"Please. That girl obviously has all the help she needs." Magnus laughed. "I'm just keeping an eye on this. I do have to get her home still somehow."
"Do we tell Jocelyn?" He questioned.
"I'm not the one in love with her." Magnus stated nonchalantly. "My deal is with Clary."
"Review." I said nonchalantly.
