Jeez! It seems like it's been a while, and I wanted to update a few days ago, but my internet was out ): Well, here it is and I hope you guys like it. It's kind of just a filler, but oh well.
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The morning after her 'come back' party, Clary woke up in a daze, with a pounding headache, and 3 missed calls from her mother. Groaning, she reasoned that she could shower and get ready for the day before calling her mom back.
By 8:30, Clary was showered, clothed, and her messy hair was tamed. Grounding herself for a no doubt fight with her mother, she sat down on her bed and dialed the number. This should be fun.
After only two rings, the other line picked up, and Clary squeaked out a greeting when Jocelyn didn't say hello.
"Hi mom," Clary sighed into the phone and leaned back against the wall her bed was on.
"I hope you enjoyed your last night staying at the Institute, because I expect you to be home for dinner at 6:30 sharp," Jocelyn answered in a calm, but tense tone.
"But, mom-" Clary tried to explain her side, but was abruptly cut off by her mom.
"No buts, Clarissa. I trusted your judgment, and I really did believe that you would improve at a faster rate. I was wrong," Jocelyn had started out with a cross voice, but ended with a sigh of obvious disappointment.
"Listen, I'm sorry okay?" Clary started out angrily. "I've been doing my damn best, but nothing is going to please you. No matter how hard I try, no matter what I do," Clary blew out all her frustration before her mom could interject again. "Maryse even hired some chick from freaking Alicante to come and train me. So you don't have much to worry about seeing as how Jace won't be training me anymore."
"Clarissa Adele Fray!" Jocelyn huffed out over the phone. "I raised you better than to talk to me like this, and I expect you to watch your language! You were stung by a Scorpios demon for God's sake! Do you know how much worry you put me through? And you didn't even think to call me when you woke up, and you went out clubbing, without my permission!" Jocelyn ranted on and on, making Clary's headache grow.
"I know what happened and I know what I did. I'm sorry for worrying you, but danger is clear in the job description of a shadowhunter. You know that as well as I do. I'm tired, sore, and I have a headache okay?" Frustrated tears threaten to spill from Clary's eyes, but she blinked them back.
"Being a shadowhunter isn't easy, honey," Jocelyn's voice had calmed down to normal in empathy for her daughter. "That's why I want you home. I don't want you to be sucked into this life, and then be miserable."
"I'm not miserable though, I'm just a little stressed with what's been going on. Plus, this new trainer isn't helping at all. I already don't like her," Clary sighed, and realized how grateful she was to have her mother to talk to.
"Would this happen to have anything to do with Jace?" Jocelyn asked with a hint of amusement in her voice.
"NO!" Clary immediately replied. "Well, maybe, I don't know. She sure was checking him out yesterday," Clary muttered that last part under her breath, but of course, her mother heard her.
"Well don't go starting trouble where it's not warranted. And Clary? Don't stress the small stuff honey," Jocelyn's voice smiled through the phone.
"Yeah, I'll try mom. I have to get off here, so I guess I'll see you tonight," Clary sighed into the phone.
"We'll talk some more, later. I love you!"
"Love you too, mom," Clary replied before hanging up the phone. With a big sigh, Clary rose from her perch on the bed and stretched. Then, she set off to find Jace to tell him what was going on with her living arrangements.
Clary walked through the cavernous hallways towards Jace's room, while trying to come up with an explanation for him and Izzy. Jace would be upset, but he would deal with it. He'd already been replaced as her trainer, and he knew how strict Jocelyn could be. Isabelle, on the other hand, would throw an absolute fit over it. She wouldn't say anything directly to Jocelyn, out of respect, but boy, Clary knew she was never going to hear the end of it. Knowing Izzy, she would probably try to talk Clary out of the new arrangement with Clary's mom, especially now that they've decided to pair together.
Clary knocked lightly on Jace's bedroom door, and when nobody answered, she peeked her head in to see if he was there. When she didn't see him, she walked through his room to the bathroom and looked in there as well; no signs of Jace. She decided to just call for Church, the cat, instead to see if he could lead her to Jace.
"Church!" Clary called out and her voice echoed down the hallway. She stood there for a minute before she saw the white Persian cat round the corner. She crouched down in front of the cat and he immediately plopped himself down, very ungracefully, so she would pet him. Sighing at the cat, she scratched behind his ears and under his chin before standing back up. Satisfied, Church heaved himself up from the ground and looked up at her expectantly. "Can you take me to Jace?"
With a huff, the cat turned and walked away, expecting her to follow. He led her down the halls and around a couple of corners until they were in the kitchen. The deserted kitchen. "There's nobody in here, cat," Clary said with exasperation. Church sauntered lazily over to his food bowl and sat next to it, looking at her expectantly. "Fatty," Clary muttered as she bent down to pick up both of his bowls. She filled the water bowl with fresh water from the tap, and opened a can of the slimy wet cat food he likes. All the while, the cat sat there licking his lips and waiting for his meal.
When the cat decided to take his time, Clary decided to get herself something to eat too. The only edible things were leftover take-out, and a lot of snack foods. Clary settled on an untoasted strawberry Poptart. As she munched on her breakfast, she became so enveloped in her own thoughts that she didn't notice someone enter the kitchen door to her back.
When someone cleared their throat, Clary jumped a little and spun around in her bar stool to see who it was. Adira, her new trainer, stood right inside the doorway. The tall, bottle blonde girl stood there with her arms crossed haughtily over her chest.
When the silence became unbearable, Clary gave in and spoke first. "Um, hi?" her greeting came out more as a question than a statement. The other girl smirked at her and walked towards the fridge. "Good luck trying to find something edible. My advice would be to not eat anything that's not in a to-go container. Nobody cooks here," Clary explains, trying to be friendly. After rummaging through the mostly empty fridge, Adira pulls out some ingredients to make a sandwich.
"Thanks for the advice. Want one?" she asks, obviously trying to be kind as well, but her voice is tense and strained, as was Clary's.
"No I'm good," Clary replies. When she sees Adira looking for plates and silverware, Clary hops off of her perch, throws her trash away and shows her where everything is. "The silverware is in that top drawer there," Clary points to the drawer near the fridge. "Cups and plates are up there," she points again to a different cupboard. "Nothing else really gets used since nobody cooks, but we have just about any cooking appliance you could think of." Clary laughs at the irony and Adira even smiles a little too.
"Thank you Clarissa," Adira replies and her smile turns into a smirk.
"It's just Clary, I don't go by my full first name," Clary tells her, and she replies with a 'my bad'. Despite seeming very nice, Clary had a feeling that Adira didn't like her very much. When the she called Clary by Clarissa, and said 'my bad' her aura swirled a little, and Clary got the feeling that incidents like that would be happening a lot. What the hell? Clary thought to herself, and frowned inwardly. Whatever.
When Clary turned and started to leave, Adira tossed her head over her shoulder, and her hair flew around with the movement. Clary tried to suppress an eye roll at the dramatics. "We'll start your training tomorrow at 9 a.m. Don't be late," she grins at me, but her eyes glint with something other than kindness.
This time, Clary let her eyes roll and replied with the same amount of mock-kindness. "No problem, I'll see you then!" Clary turns on her heel and stalks out of the kitchen, forgetting completely about the cat that was going to accompany her to find Jace.
Annoyed and frustrated, Clary decides to go to the training room and work out her frustration a little. Throwing daggers at the wooden targets always seemed to release some of her tension. Plus, she might find the golden boy she's been looking for.
To her dismay, the training room is empty. Instead of continuing to look for her boyfriend, Clary decides to go through with her earlier plan. The first dagger flies at the target, and hits pretty far from the bulls-eye, but the impact made a definite thud. Clary closes her eyes and breathes in deeply through her nose, and slowly exhales as she opens her eyes. The dagger hits dead center on the small red circle.
With a proud smile, Clary deftly plucks a dagger from behind her and pivots to sink the dagger right next to the last one. This time, she picks up a lightweight dagger and stands with her back to the target. With a small grunt, Clary twists and flicks the dagger sideways like a Frisbee, and the force sinks it in to the hilt.
Before she can send another dagger flying, a beautiful voice startles her, and it clatters to the ground.
"Someone's annoyed," Jace states the obvious. Clary sighs and picks up the fallen dagger and places it back on the table.
"You could say that," Clary replies with no emotion and retrieves the daggers from the target. When she got to the last dagger that had sunk into the wood target completely, she had a bit of trouble. She could feel Jace's presence behind her, and his golden hand appeared over her shoulder and yanked it free.
Finally, Clary turned around and leaned against the target, letting her head loll back in the process. Before she closed her eyes, she caught a glimpse of the concern in Jace's. "What happened that could possibly upset you so much? My equally gorgeous evil twin didn't break up with you, did he?" Jace chuckled and Clary's stony face cracked into a small smile.
"I'm just frustrated. I have to go back to living at Luke's apartment. My mom was pissed," Clary explained and opened her eyes to see how he would react.
"Did you get into an argument?" he asked with a small frown of disappointment.
"Yeah, but we're okay. We're going to talk more tonight; I realized how much I miss talking with my mom," Clary answered. Jace's hands found her face and he cradled her cheeks in his calloused palms.
"If that's what has to be done, then okay. I want you to be happy, Clary," Jace's face warmed into a loving smile. After spending almost every day with him, Clary thought the butterflies would eventually stop. Her personal tummy butterflies beg to differ.
With a smile Clary leans up onto her tip toes and kisses him softly. To her surprise, he doesn't try to deepen the kiss in any way; he just wraps his arms around her and kisses her back with warm, soft lips. Although it was not heated, the kiss still made Clary light-headed and breathless. Jace was the first to pull away and he put his chin on the top of Clary's head. When she nuzzled into his chest, he turned his cheek into her red hair.
When Clary realized how quiet it had become, she questioned him. "Now it's my turn to ask, so what's wrong? You're really quiet."
"WELL, IF I'M BEING TOO QUIET, I CA-," Clary cut Jace's unnecessarily loud retort off with a peck on the lips.
"No, no! There's absolutely nothing wrong with silence," Clary giggled and pulled away to finish putting the daggers away. Jace helped her, and they made small talk.
"So, you don't have to train today, right?" asks Jace.
"No, thank the Angel; I start tomorrow. Nine A.M. sharp," Clary mimics Adira's fake voice.
"Whoa, is it just me, or am I sensing some hostility?" Jace smirks and crosses his arms over his chest while staring her down.
"No, of course not!" Clary answers in an obviously sarcastic voice. "Yeah I guess so. There's something about her that just seems off. And her colors are dirty and gross," Clary explains.
"Colors?" Jace asks in confusion.
"Her aura. It would be a pretty green if it weren't so dirty. She's a nature loving person, but there's something she's hiding. I just know it."
Jace looked at her with an awe-shocked face. "You can tell that much about a person by their 'colors'?"
"Yes. I know it sounds weird, but to me, it seems natural. Plus, everybody's that I've seen seems to suit them," Clary shrugs as if it's nothing important.
"Okay, then what am I? Besides devilishly handsome and charming, of course," Jace tacks on with his I-am-a-god tone of voice. Of course, Clary knew that he didn't mean it.
"You, my jack-ass of a boyfriend, are very conceited," Clary laughed at his look of mock-hurt. "You're a deep, pure red, which stands for confidence. You definitely have that. Then it's pure gold, and a pearly white. Each shadowhunter has the bits of gold and white because it's angelic, but yours is much more. I'm guessing that mine is, too, since we have more angel blood."
"Wow. So demons don't have them, right?" he asks like a child who wants to ask about every little thing.
"No, but that's probably because they're not alive. Even if they were, it'd probably be black. Simon isn't living either, but his is still faintly there. I would guess that that's because he was alive at one point, or maybe it has something to do with his Daylighter status," Clary shrugs once more.
"Oh, speaking of death," Jace exclaims, "Brother Zachariah said we need to take you to the Silent City soon, since you technically died. We don't want you going through what I did with the nightmares."
After a moment of thought, Clary told Jace about her nightmare from just before she woke up from her mini-coma. She told him about the streets running with blood, and the bodies that were strewn carelessly like trash. She told him about the confrontation with her brother, and how he stabbed her in the chest, right where she was stung by the Scorpios demon.
Jace remained silent through the explanation, but he was ready with an answer as soon as she finished. "We need to go today, Clary. That's definitely not a good dream, but it ended with Sebastian actually stabbing you. If that was true, then you should be dead, just like how I was really marked with Lilith's mark when I woke up from the dream I had of Max. But obviously, you're not, so that's good. Hopefully it was just pain from your wound getting pulled into the dream," Jace sighed and rubbed his hand over his face in frustration.
"Yeah I figured that we would have to sooner or later," Clary sighed and pulled Jace's hand away from where he was rubbing his face. Their hands interlaced and he gave her a small smile, but his eyes were filled with worry and unease.
"You should probably call your mom," Jace said after a few minutes of peaceful silence. "Let her know what's going on."
"Yeah, I guess so," Clary pulled out her phone and started walking away from Jace.
"Hey, mom," Clary greeted. "I don't know if I can make it in time for dinner. Can you meet me in the Silent City?"
How was that? Please review and tell me what you think! Any little things you want to see? Clary/Adira cat fights? Sizzy? Malec? I don't have any ideas for Malec, so please, if you think of anything, go ahead and share it! I will most definitely give you credit for the idea! What do you guys think about a Christmas chapter? I didn't really plan the time line around the current time, but if you guys want something festive, I could definitely come up with something! Please review, my lovelies! More reviews= Happy Me. Happy Me= Awesome Chapters. Awesome Chapters= Happy You! It's a win-win, so just review, fave, follow, recomend, whatever!
Last thing. Go ready Red and Gold by sharky-clarky I beta that story and it has a very interesting story of future Clace, Sizzy, Malec, and their kids!
Oops. One more thing. I'm spreading the word on a new Role Play forum, and you should check it out! I'll put the link at the bottom. Read the info on it, read the rules, and email the creator Lady Seraphina Lightwood with questions, and how to join(: Thank you all so much!
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