A/N: Hello Readers! So I really hope you like this chapter, I really like it because SOMETHING AWESOME HAPPENS. Sorry. Right, okay I thought I finished this story seriously like four times, but I keep thinking of things that will be cool to add, so if I take a little while updating after this, please don't be mad, I'm not sure if I want to leave the next chapter as is, or add one before it. Anyways, please let me know what you think!
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Clary drifted through the Institute, hardly aware of her surroundings.
"Clarissa?" She froze, looking around but not finding anyone near her.
"Isabelle?" She took a step back, searching for the girl but finding herself alone.
"Clary" She turned again, following the sound of the woman's voice calling for her. It stopped when she came to a door at the end of the hallway, and Clary took a deep breath, pushing the door open. The room was dusty and obviously hadn't been used in years, sheets were drawn over the furniture and the curtains were drawn over the windows. Clary walked over, pulling them open and letting the light flood the room.
The room was full of paintings and sketchbooks and Clary walked forward, pulling the sheets back from the furniture. She uncovered a vanity and looked down at it, there was a small jewelry box sitting on it, and Clary opened the lid, seeing various different pieces of silver, and then finding a locket. She opened it slowly, staring in shock at the pictures.
It was her father… and her mother... She sat down on the bench slowly, staring at the picture of them laughing and embracing.
"This was her room…" She looked around again, amazed that her mother had stayed here. She walked over to the sketchbooks, flipping through them desperately, studying the lines and the brush strokes, looking through the paintings in amazement.
She spent her day in the room, finding a closet full of clothes and pulling them out, they still smelled like her mother, like lavender. She sighed, shutting her eyes and holding a sweater up to her face.
"Oh mom… I wish you were still here." She sat down on the bed slowly, looking around the room in amazement.
"Clary?" She looked to the door, seeing Jace standing there rigidly watching her.
"How did you find me?" He pointed down to the ground where Church meowed happily and Clary glared at the cat, looking away from him.
"You shouldn't be in here Clary…" She ignored him, keeping the sweater pressed to her chest.
"This was my mom's room." He walked forward slowly, almost warily.
"Clary… there are some rooms here that we don't go in…" He reached out for her but fell back quickly as the spirit rushed him. Clary jumped, looking up in wide eyes as Jace shot back to the door, rubbing his arm gently.
"Clary… just walk towards me slowly…" Clary looked around, shaking her head and searching the room.
"It's my mom Jace… she wouldn't hurt me." He grumbled quietly and Clary walked forward, over to the vanity again.
"Mom? Are you here?" She felt a rush past her and turned, gasping as she stood before her, as clear as Jace standing in the doorway.
"Clary?" Her moms' eyes were wide as she reached out for her, she touched her cheek but Clary felt nothing.
"Jace go away" He shook his head, taking a step in the room again and Jocelyn's eyes narrowed as she wheeled.
"Do not think I will spare you boy. Clary is the only one who comes in here. Understand?" He paused, studying her carefully and looking back to Clary.
"Clary… come on." He held a hand out for her but she shook her head, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Go away Jace, I don't want you here." Jocelyn smiled at that, waving a hand out and sending the door slamming in Jace's face.
"Clary!" He beat on the door, trying the handle but finding it hot. He yelped, pulling his hand back and hitting the door again.
"I don't understand… why… how?" Jocelyn smiled, touching Clary's cheek again and sitting down at the vanity.
"It's an enchantment, so that after I died, I could be here, for you" She turned again, smiling brightly.
"You are so beautiful." Clary smiled, sitting down beside her mother.
"So… you are… dead?" She nodded sadly, frowning at the ground.
"Physically, yes. But I'm here in spirit… literally." Her mom cracked a smile and Clary grinned, smiling back at her.
"Why did you enchant your room?" Jocelyn's smile fell slightly and she turned away, staring in the mirror on her vanity and looking far away.
"I knew… I knew he would kill me when he found out what I did, and I knew that he would keep you…" She sighed, hanging her head slightly.
"I knew you would find your way here, all Shadowhunters do at some point in their lives, and I knew that you would need my guidance… and maybe some motherly advice" She looked back to the door, hearing Jace still yelling for her.
"He's cute." She looked back to Clary, seeing her frown.
"He's just using me." Jocelyn studied her for a moment, looking at her hands before standing up gracefully, flitting about the room.
"We all use people Clary. It's what we do, and what's even worse, we hurt the ones we love most." She looked outside, smiling as the sunlight poured into the room, but it passed right through her, into Clary's eyes.
"I've been keeping an eye on you since you came here, waiting for the day when you would find this room so I could talk to you. I imagine your father isn't very happy." Clary scowled at the mention of him, looking away from her mother.
"I was friends with Jonathan's mother and father." She waved her hand and a sketchbook flew open, the pages flying by until they stopped on one.
"Jonathan?" Jocelyn nodded, pointing to the door and flipping through the pages.
"Everyone called him Jace, but Jonathan is his birth name." Clary nodded in surprise, she never knew that before.
"He was born two years before you." She smiled at the picture and Clary stood, walking over to look at it.
"I never got a chance to give them this." Clary watched as the picture came to life, Jace was giggling and his mother was looking down at him, laughing and bending over to kiss his cheek.
"How do you make them come to life?" Jocelyn shrugged with a smile, handing the book to Clary.
"It's my power, and I suspect it's yours too. You may give him that, it's filled with drawings of them." Clary paged through, seeing several other photos of Idris and his parents, as well as their home.
"They had a beautiful property." Jocelyn's voice was quiet and Clary turned, seeing she looked sad again.
"Did… did my father really kill them?" Jocelyn sighed, nodding slightly and sinking down to sit on a chair.
"Yes. He killed a lot of our friends." Clary sighed, hanging her head and sitting down on the bed.
"Clary, I want you to look at me." She looked up, studying her mother's face and committing it to memory.
"I loved your father very much, and he loved me… and he loved you." She sighed, looking down slowly again but Jocelyn knelt down, looking up into her eyes.
"But his obsession with power, and with the Cup, overcame everything, he's not the same man I loved, and he's not the man who was once your father. He will kill you Clarissa. You must do everything in your power to stop him." Clary nodded, her eyes watering as she picked up the sweater again.
"You can come here anytime my dear, and you can take anything you wish from this room, but you are the only one who can enter. Understand?" Clary nodded as Jocelyn stood up, walking to the jewelry box and pulling out the locket. She stared at it for a long moment before handing it to Clary, smiling slightly.
"A memory from a happy time." Clary took it, hugging her mom and letting the scent of lavender overwhelm her.
"I love you."Jocelyn grinned, putting her hands on both of Clary's cheeks.
"I love you too Clarissa." And then she was gone. Clary took a second sketch book and the sweater, walking to the door slowly.
"Clary!" Jace was still yelling and Clary opened the door, seeing his face was pale and his hand was red and blistered.
"What did you do?" She grabbed his palm, staring at it curiously.
"She burned me!" He looked in the room nervously and Clary smiled slightly, pulling the door shut and walking down the hall with him.
"Why would you go in there? What if she hurt you?" Clary kept silent as they walked to the infirmary and she set down the sketchbooks and sweater, grabbing her stele and sitting down beside Jace.
"She's here to help me." He nodded, eyeing the sketchbooks curiously.
"She said to give you this one." Clary handed it to him and he took it slowly as she drew the healing rune on his palm, coating it in salve and wrapping it up. He opened it and froze, staring at the picture of his family's house in shock.
"What…" She gave him a small smile, looking at her own sketchbook.
"She was friends with you parents, she wanted you to have that." He flipped through the pages and she saw something inside him break. He snapped the book shut, looking at the wall for a long moment.
"I'm sorry what I said to Alec… I don't really feel that way Clary…" She glanced away quickly, her heart aching as she remembered his words.
"Let's just forget it Jace. All of it." He reached for her hand but she shied away, picking up the other sketchbook.
"I'll see you for weapons training tomorrow." She stood quickly, walking out of the infirmary and hugging the sketchbook to her chest.
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