Hello!
OMG you guys are so supportive! Thank you so much!
Now, I'm sure the last chapter was a bit of a shocker. It's so funny to see some of these theories. And yes, I said funny. Some of you are WAY off ;P
Not much happens in this chapter, BTW. I probably need to write in some action or something, cause otherwise, when I write what happens in eight months, it'll be the only climax!
Okay, here's your chapter 10! Enjoy!
Dan sat on his sister's infirmary bed, watching her even breathing.
His mind wandered to the previous night, when he'd had that somewhat unpleasant visit. Dan hated that guy sometimes. And what kind of plan was this anyway? Kidnap Clary and what? What would the Lightwoods make of it? What was he going to do with her?
He was broken out of his thoughts when Olivia started stirring. Her light brown eyelashes fluttered as her eyes opened, and her light blue eyes- the ones identical to their father's- fixed on him.
"... Dan?" she said quietly, obviously confused.
He gave her a gentle smile, taking her hand in his. "Hey. How're you feeling?"
She looked around the empty infirmary, then slowly sat up. "How did I…" she trailed off, looking lost in thought, then she shuddered.
"It was a dormant demon poison," Dan explained. "Magnus fixed you up."
Olivia nodded, brows furrowed. Her mind was obviously elsewhere. "Did…" she hesitated. "Was… was he here?" she asked quietly, suddenly looking sentimental.
Dan's jaw locked when he realized who she was talking about: her boyfriend. She would only use that tone while talking about that man. "No. That must have been a dream."
Olivia looked at Dan. She looked disappointed, but also upset. She pulled her hand away from his, and Dan winced. "Why do you hate him so much?" she asked, voice holding hurt.
"Because," said Dan, "he's way too old for you."
Olivia shook her head. "Dan, love isn't about age, or race, or species; love is about love. If you love something…"
Set it free, he finished in his mind, like I do for Clary… "But he won't set you free," Dan argued.
Olivia got tense, her eyebrows lowering and her jaw set. "There isn't reason to, Dan. He loves me, and I love him, I won't let people tell me that it's wrong because it isn't." Her tone stayed relatively calm, which impressed Dan. And she was right.
Dan just sighed. He looked at his sister now- his seventeen-year-old sister who he still saw as the baby she was when he first held her in his arms. She was all grown up. He could see the love rune drawn on her arm that her boyfriend had drawn on her when she was fifteen because her sleeve was still rolled up.
At least the guy would take care of Olivia. He was a good guy, despite him dating someone so young.
"... I'm sorry." Dan finally said. "I'm a bit of a hypocrite."
Olivia turned soft again and put her hand on his arm. "Let's go get breakfast."
Jace ran his fingers slowly though Audrey's loose, raven-black hair. She was sleeping peacefully next to him, as she had been all night.
Through the night, as he'd slept with his arms around her, he'd had no dreams. That was rare for him; Jace usually dreamt of some horrific sight that had to do with Clary's death, or of Clary herself. This morning, he remembered no dreams whatsoever.
Audrey seemed different than most girls- like Clary had been, though she was incredibly similar to her. They were both incredibly beautiful, but didn't know it, especially in sleep. They both looked and sounded almost the same, too, making it hard to look at her when he was feeling sentimental. It was almost as if they were the same person...
Jace looked over her sleeping form now; she was completely relaxed, her chest slowly rising and falling. Her soft hair was down, as it usually was when she slept. He liked it down. When she was awake, it was usually in a ponytail, and he'd always had the urge to take it out.
She began stirring, and shifted so her back was pressed to his chest. He could feel the warmth of her body now, and the rhythm of her steady heart. He carefully put his arm around her core, touching the silky fabric of her thin, white nightgown.
He moved his hand from her hair to her intricate tattoo on her right shoulder blade. It was very black against her pale skin, and greatly resembled a rune. He traced it gently, feeling the scars beneath each line as his fingertips danced beneath the thin, lacy strap of her nightgown.
Jace stopped when he heard a knock on the door. Audrey stirred, but didn't wake. He got out of her bed slowly, and went to the door. When he cracked it open, he saw a pair of curious gray eyes. It was Audrey's sister, Lyla.
"Thought you'd be in here," she said, sounding unaffected by the fact that he was. "Your mother wants you. She's in the kitchen with Alec and Isabelle."
Isabelle stood in the kitchen next to Alec, watching Maryse cooking.
"Tell her whenever you're ready," Alec whispered to her, "I'll be right here."
Isabelle nodded, biting her thumb nail.
"You know," said Maryse, "you guys could do something productive rather than just watching me. Could you get the plates?"
Alec glanced at Isabelle, and she nodded. He went to the cabinet, and pulled out a stack of plates.
"Do you want some coffee?" Maryse asked.
"No," Isabelle said plainly.
Maryse took the pancakes off the pan and put them onto a serving plate.
Do it now, Isabelle thought, summoning all of her courage. She went over to the stove, and turned off the burner.
Maryse looked at her, confused. "Hey, I was still using that."
"You're not going to want it on for this." Isabelle swallowed.
Alec set the plates on the counter and went to Isabelle's side.
Maryse's blue eyes darted between the two. "What's going on?"
Isabelle took a deep breath before breathing out the words. "I'm pregnant."
Maryse froze, eyes widening. The spatula in her hand fell and clatter to the floor. Isabelle winced.
"Sorry…" Maryse looked like she was struggling for words. "Did you say you're pregnant?"
Isabelle hesitated, then nodded.
Alec put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
Maryse blinked. "I thought… I thought you were dating Simon," she said in a small voice. She was clearly still in shock.
Isabelle bit her bottom lip. "I was until…" she took a deep breath to try and calm herself, "until I told him."
Maryse blinked again. "Oh."
The silence that followed was awkward, and long. It was only interrupted by Audrey's little sister, Lyla walking in.
"Morning!" she chirped, seeming oblivious to the tension. She walked over to the island, her heels clicking on the floor as she did. "Did anyone make coffee?"
"Lyla, would you give us a moment?" Maryse asked, not shifting her gaze from Isabelle's.
"Oh." Lyla seemed to notice the vibe in the room now. "This talk. Do you want me to get Jace?"
Isabelle was wondering what Lyla thought they were talking about, but that didn't really matter. Isabelle looked over to face her. "Yes please." It was about time Jace knew, too. He was going to be an uncle. The thought made Isabelle shudder.
Lyla nodded, still chipper. "If only Aunt Elizabeth were here for this," she muttered. Isabelle had barely heard her, and either Maryse hadn't heard her at all or she didn't care.
Lyla's heels clicked out of the room, then Maryse spoke:
"How far along are you?"
Isabelle bit her lip, unable to speak.
"About a month." Alec answered for her.
Maryse turned her gaze to Alec. "How long have you known?"
Alec glanced up at the clock on the wall. "About six hours."
Maryse looked at the empty pancake pan, then snorted.
Alec frowned at her, but Isabelle stayed emotionless.
A smile was threatening Maryse's lips, but she was obviously fighting it. She cleared her throat, recovering her stonic expression, then looked back at Isabelle. "What are you planning to do?"
Isabelle bit her tongue. She wasn't sure she was ready to be a mother, but she didn't want to give her up. "I want to keep her."
Maryse nodded, the smile threatening her lips again. "Her."
Isabelle had lost her voice at this point, and could not say anything else.
"She's a girl," Alec helped.
"Who's a girl?" asked Jace, walking into the kitchen. Isabelle didn't look at him, only her mother. "Did you figure out the baby's gender?"
"Isabelle's." Maryse turned to face Jace, who frowned.
"Sorry?"
"I'm pregnant, Jace." Isabelle turned to face her adoptive brother, who looked surprised.
"... That explains so much," he said after a few seconds.
Maryse turned back to Isabelle then, the smile, again, threatening her lips. Maryse kissed Isabelle's forehead then, which surprised everyone. "No more demon hunting for now."
Isabelle blinked. "Um… Okay."
A few days later, Heather stood in the Institute's courtyard, her bag slung over her shoulder. Everyone else was there, too, seeing them off.
"Come again any time," said Maryse.
"We will." Lyla giggled. She surprised Maryse by hugging her, and she awkwardly returned the embrace. Heather knew Lyla would be eager to come back- not only to hang out with Isabelle, but also to see Maryse.
Lyla was currently wearing a tank top, despite the cold weather, and showing off her disguise rune. That made Heather think of her and Lyla as children for some reason. It was a specific memory of when they were about seven, and Lyla had gotten her hands on a whip for the first time. She'd accidentally taken down an angel bust, and from the noise, their Aunt Elizabeth had come running.
"What are you doing?!" Aunt Lizzy had exclaimed, her blue eyes holding horror.
"Sorry," Lyla had said.
"She wants to be like Isabelle," Heather had explained.
Elizabeth had turned stern then. "Why would you want to be like her? She was a foolish girl, and you should never try to be anything like her."
Lyla had gotten furious, defending her mother. "Mom was not foolish! She was courageous, and kind!" Heather remembered how confused she had been that Lyla had known a word that she didn't. And she was even more confused by the look of hurt and surprise on her Aunt Elizabeth's.
"Bye," said Clary, breaking Heather out of her flashback. She walked over to Heather and embraced her.
"Bye." Heather's arms wrapped tightly around Clary, who she'd grown especially close to over the last two years. "I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you, too," said Clary.
Heather backed up to look at Clary. Her hair was in a braid today- one that Heather herself had done. It was a good look for her. "Call me if you want to talk, okay?"
Clary nodded. "Okay."
Once Heather had backed away, Dan took Clary in his arms. Heather nearly laughed when she saw the gray knit hat he wore. Why he always wore that thing, Heather would never know, but it somehow made him look sexier than he already did.
She could see by the way his arms were tight around Clary's waist, and by the expression on his face that he was sad. Of course he would be; he was leaving the girl he loved with the man that she loved instead. Yes, Heather knew Dan was in love with Clary. It was obvious.
Heather had the urge now to embrace Jace, but decided against it. That may be weird at this point… He had no idea who she really was.
Something suddenly sparked in Heather's mind, and she turned to Magnus. "Bye," she said, embracing him, too. He was obviously surprised. "We might need to bring my mother in on this plan," she whispered, "if it's going to work."
Magnus pretended to be into the hug as he whispered back: "you're right."
Heather nodded. "See you in eight months." She pulled back, and Magnus nodded.
Heather just hoped to Raziel that she could pull this off, or she may lose someone she loved dearly.
Heather theories? Who is she? Who's her mom? Who wouldn't forgive her? What plan?
What do you think i going to happen that Heather wanted to change?
And who do you think Olivia's boyfriend is? I'll tell you this: Cassandra Clare made him!
Oh dang it! I forgot to make someone find out again! That's coming, I just can't figure out how and who.
REQUESTS PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF RAZIEL! I'm running low on ideas.
Anyway, I'll get right on writing more! And I'll try to update my other stories, too.
-Jade