Jace Wayland's Unstealthy Stalking Chapter 21: What A Mother Does, a Smallville + Mortal Instruments Crossover fanfic

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Lois Lane cried out as she awoke, finding herself in some dark room, candles burning all around her. She was confused, disoriented, and scared. The last thing she could remember was Valentine grabbing her with his slimy hands and then everything had gone dark. What had happened after that? Why had she suddenly blacked out right before she was going to elbow him hard in his ribs to force him to let her go?

"You're awake."

Lois' eyes widened as she turned to see Jace in a seat in the darkness, eyeing her. "What is going on? And what are you doing here watching me sleep?" She drew the sheets up to her body. "That's creepy as hell."

He smirked darkly at her and motioned to the other side of the bed. "I wasn't watching you sleep."

Lois' gaze turned to her side, and she let out a breath of relief to find Chloe asleep next to her. "What's going on, Jace?"

"We're trapped on this side of the Portal, in Idris." Jace replied evenly. "Chloe ordered me to go through the Portal after you, and once we were on the other side my father destroyed it so no one else could follow us through."

She felt a cold chill race down her back. "We're trapped?"

He nodded. "My father is quite pleased with himself."

Lois narrowed her eyes at that wording. "Then why don't you seem all that happy? I thought this was part of your master plan as well?"

"He's my father, I want to trust him, I should trust him." Jace lowered his gaze, features visibly disturbed.

"But you don't, do you?" Lois realized, voice soft.

His golds rose to her. "He said she belonged to him, that he owned her." A muscle jumped in Jace's cheek. "That she was his."

Lois narrowed her eyes. "Is it distrust you feel towards him, or jealousy?"

"A bit of both, I suppose." Jace licked his lips. "Either way, it works in your favor, doesn't it?"

She nodded slowly. "True." Silence descended between them before she took in a deep breath. "Do we know if the others made it out alive?"

He shook his head. "No idea."

She closed her eyes tightly. "I hope they did."

Jace's gaze went to the window, where the dawn's light was beginning to shine out. "I hope that the mundane did, at least. The other two I really don't care that much about."

"You should. One is your mother and the other is like a father to Chloe." Lois narrowed her eyes at him. "She's going to be worried as hell about him! And so am I!"

Jace looked chastised but didn't say anything.

Lois sighed. "If Valentine hadn't kidnapped me, and Chloe told you to come after me-would you still have come through the Portal?"

He shrugged. "I don't know, I was hesitating, I'm not sure what I would've decided to do." He took in a deep breath. "He's my father. I-I want a place where I feel that I belong."

"But you obviously don't trust him, no matter what you might be preaching to her." Lois narrowed her hazels on Jace. "Is her mother even really here or was that something you told her to make her want to come?"

Jace looked shocked that she would even suggest that. "Of course her mother is here! I wouldn't have lied to her about that!"

"I know Aunt Moira's the only reason why Chloe was hesitant about this instead of refusing to come resolutely." She took in a deep breath. "Damn it, it is always that woman's fault!" She ran her fingers through her hair. "Now I'm kidnapped here and being held hostage, and you two are going to be signed up for Brainwashing 101."

"I doubt you're going to be kept 'hostage', you're useful to him." Jace raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, really?" Lois sneered. "And other than as a hostage how else could I be useful to him? I'm just a 'no-account mundane' and-."

He leaned forwards in his seat. "You don't know."

She narrowed her eyes. "Don't know what exactly?"

He motioned to the mirror. "Go to that and pull your hair away from the back of your neck. Use the smaller mirror to look at the back."

Lois raised an eyebrow before she slipped out of the bed and did as told, grabbing the hand-held mirror and pulling her long hair out of the way, angling the mirror to get a better look with the full-length mirror behind her. At first she didn't see anything, and then she realized it was because it wasn't there anymore, only a faded, light imprint. "Is that-?"

"A rune." Jace nodded as he leaned back in his seat again.

Lois ran her fingers over the skin. "But that's impossible. Chloe said that mundanes can't bear having the mark on them, that something happens to them."

"They become Forsaken."

Lois nearly dropped the mirror in horror. "Those things we fought were once humans?!"

He nodded in silence.

She gulped, suddenly terrified.

"That's a special binding and hiding rune, I'm assuming Hodge placed it on you. Concealment was one of his specialties." Jace took in a deep breath.

Lois put the mirror down. "Why am I not a Forsaken?"

"I thought that would be obvious." Jace gave her a twisted smile. "Chloe's not the only one who was being passed off as mundane when she was actually carrying Shadowhunter blood in her."

Lois felt her world shake. "But I can't see the Shadow World like she can."

"That's because you were born with a blind Inner Eye." Jace seemed to have all of the answers tonight. "You were born how Moira wished Chloe had been. Many Shadowhunter children are unable to see the Shadow World and need to be taught to do so. You just were never taught."

"I need to sit down." Lois stumbled to the bed and got back in, pulling the sheets up to her chin. "How do I have Shadowhunter blood in me?"

"According to Moira, you are her niece." Jace was laying all sorts of truths on her tonight. "She says that your father is her half brother from their father's side."

Lois' eyes widened. "They're both Lanes... Oh my god, I was right! They're related!" She brought a hand to her face. "That's also why my father was given Aunt Moira's books and things after she left Uncle Gabe! I-I always wondered why-." She gulped and then blinked. "Wait. So she is paternal half siblings with my father-who is the maternal half sibling of the man she ended up marrying." She shook her head. "That seems even more weirdly incestuous than it did before!"

Jace merely eyed her.

Lois took in a deep breath. "So, I'm a Shadowhunter."

"Half." Jace corrected.

She ignored him. "Damn. No wonder I accept the weird shit Chloe gets me into so easily!"

"And no wonder you are so very much like Isabelle." Jace spoke his adopted sister's name with fondness and nostalgia before he sighed and looked away. "I hope that Alec is well."

"When we left Magnus was healing him. He'll be fine." Lois did her best to assure him.

Jace nodded and kept his gaze on the shadows.

Chloe whimpered in her sleep and pressed her hand to her stomach, as if she was in pain.

Jace turned his gaze to her immediately, his golds betraying his worry.

Lois eyed him thoughtfully. "When did you last sleep? You look exhausted."

"She nearly died when he took it out." Jace's golds went to her hazels. "I'm not going to sleep well until she's strong again."

Lois smiled softly at him. "I'm seriously glad you two aren't related." She then paused. "Or, is he her father too?"

Jace shook his head. "Michael was her father. She's the last Wayland."

"Oh, good." Lois grinned in relief before she blinked. "So you're telling me she's, like, an endangered species or something?"

He stared at her oddly. "You are a very weird person."

She grinned brightly. "I know."

He shook his head and turned his golds back on her. "But I suppose I can see your point. Until she has children there will be no other Waylands other than her. Not that they'd have the surname Wayland, but at least they'd have the blood."

Lois thought over something before asking: "How are we going to get back?"

Jace was silent.

"We can't stay here." She frowned at him.

"Why not?" He wanted to know.

"Well, your father thinks she's his, and your mother did think Chloe's purpose was breeding." Lois knew she was playing dirty but didn't care. "Doesn't that make you uneasy?"

A muscle ticked his his cheek. "Like I would let anyone else touch her, even if it was him."

"Can you take him in a fight? One on one? What if he brings in his minions to help? Could you really stop him if there was something he wanted?" She could see the questions and doubts in those golden eyes. "Face it Jace. There are too many uncertainties, and he might be your father, but he's already proven capable of anything to get what he wants."

Jace's eyes were narrowed but he didn't say anything, didn't contradict her, didn't defend his father.

And that was a huge step in the direction she needed him to go in. "I'm not saying we should do anything tomorrow, that would be stupid. But I think you need to keep the blinders off your eyes when it comes to him, just like Chloe does when it comes to Aunt Moira. I think that we need to play it cool and leave the second we can, because we're going to regret it otherwise."

Jace didn't say anything, but she could see that he was mulling over what she'd said, and that was all she could ask for.

Neither noticed that the blonde on the bed was actually awake and listening to everything they'd been saying.

Lois was able to make progress with Jace when Chloe hadn't, and a part of the blonde resented that terribly, while the other was grateful. But it still stung a little, that when she'd begged Jace he hadn't capitulated, he'd been so firm, and yet with Lois he'd stopped and considered. What exactly did that say about their relationship-or whatever they had? Did he not respect her or her opinions? Her desires? Did he not see her as an equal?

The thought plagued her throughout the early morning and when she couldn't take it anymore, long after Lois had gone back to sleep, and even the sound of Jace's sleeping breaths filled the room, Chloe got up from bed and slipped out of the room. She felt weird about leaving them in the room alone but her feet could carry her weight now and she wanted to get away from her own stupid jealousy.

She hugged herself and looked around the manor, at the morning light chasing away the shadows and allowing her to view the inside of the manor. She made her way down the stairs and found a way out of the manor into the amazing garden that existed there. She moved amongst the flowers, wondering who exactly tended to them. Was it her mother?

The girl bent down and breathed in the scent of a flower, closing her eyes and letting out a small smile.

"I wondered whether you were going to try and run away," a voice declared.

Chloe straightened and turned towards the voice, bringing her hand up to shield her from the intense glare.

The guy was backlit by the sun, leaving him in shadow, and the sun's glare keeping her from being able to look at him, completely hiding him from her.

"Who are you?" She asked, feeling something odd tingle through her body.

"A curious passerby." He remained where he could be hidden from her.

"What are you curious about?" She wanted to know.

"You."

She gulped, not sure what to think about that, and yet able to understand given the fact that Valentine's minions must've known she was coming and that Valentine considered her his 'crowning achievement'. "I'm not all that interesting."

"Is that so?" He sounded intrigued.

"Yeah." She nodded, feeling a little bitter still from the night she'd had. "That's so."

He continued to eye her for a moment before he turned and began to walk away. "Do me a favor and don't tell anyone you met me. The people in this manor don't like it when others trespass onto their property."

"I haven't 'met' you. We don't even know each other's names." She called after him.

He paused and chuckled as he sent her a look over his shoulder before continuing to walk away, giving her a short wave as he shucked his hands into his pockets and disappeared around a corner, still completely covered by the sunlight.

The people in this house? So he wasn't one of Valentine's minions?

Chloe licked her lips, wondering if she'd missed a golden opportunity to get help.

She hugged herself and continued looking in the direction he'd disappeared in until the glare got too much for her and she turned, about to go into the manor house, when she noticed a woman coming out into the garden. Her body froze and her breath caught in her throat. She hadn't seen the woman since she was eight years old and yet there was no denying who she was, no confusion. "Mother?"

Moira smiled tenderly before she rushed to Chloe and embraced her tightly. "My darling." She pressed a kiss to the top of Chloe's head. "I started to fear that I would never see you again."

Chloe shook as she held on tightly to Moira, having feared the same exact thing. "Momma."

Moira trembled as she held Chloe closer. "I'm so sorry for leaving you all these years. Can you ever forgive me?"

Chloe nodded wordlessly as she clung to her mother as if to life. "I've missed you momma, I've needed you."

"I know. And I hate that." Moira sounded so ashamed. "But I need you to listen to me, Chloe. You can't stay here. You, Jonathan and Lois have to go back."

Chloe pulled away and looked up into her mother's face, shaking her head. "No. I want to stay here with you."

"Chloe, I don't have much time until it heals and I'm her again." Moira's voice was urgent, as were her eyes. "I've done all I can to keep you safe from Valentine, I've sacrificed our life together, but you need to understand that I did it all happily because it meant that he wouldn't be able to use you." Those blues bared into Chloe's greens. "He's in the dungeons right now, he won't expect you three to try and escape. He doesn't know that I had a backup plan in case he got you." She tightened her grip on Chloe. "You need to get Jonathan and Lois, and leave."

"You're coming with us." Chloe whispered, urgently. "I'm not leaving you here! He'll know you helped us!"

Moira shook her head as she pulled away and pulled up her shirt, showing a rune that had been hidden, a rune that was marred by a slice of a knife. "It's already healing up on its own. Once it does, I won't be thinking of what's best for you any longer."

Chloe stared in horror at the Loyal To rune. "He marked you." Tears streamed down her face. "That monster."

"I was only able to temporarily destroy my mark out of my pure desperation knowing you were here, because I needed to be the one to talk to you, not his faithful lapdog." Moira's eyes were determined. "And once it heals back up I won't have any memory of this, or of the fact that I love you more than I could ever be loyal to him. He'll never suspect me because by then the rune will be healed. I won't even understand what happened to you. My confusion will be genuine. But you need to do it now."

"But I only just got you back." Chloe shook her head, voice shaking.

Moira gave a cry as she pulled the girl tightly against her and pressed a kiss to her head. "One day he'll be dead and I'll be free. And when that happens I'll come for you. Just be strong till then."

She didn't want to be, she wanted to be weak, wanted to stay here in her mother's arms.

"Go." Moira's voice broke with her emotion. "You have to go and then have someone else say these words, they'll trigger the spell and take you to safety. You have to say-."

"I hate him." Chloe sobbed. "I hate him!"

"Don't darken your heart with that emotion, nothing good ever comes from it." Moira whispered before a twig snapped behind them and they turned to see Jace and Lois there, both teenagers looking conflicted. Moira raised her chin as she addressed them. "You need to escape, now, while he's savoring his victory and his guard is down."

Lois looked between them.

Jace appeared confused. "But you said-." He was silenced and went pale when she lifted her shirt to reveal the healing Loyal To rune.

Lois gasped in horror.

"You need to get them both out of here, and keep Chloe away from Valentine-out of his clutches." Moira spoke to Jace. "I know what he's told you, but I also know what he hasn't told you."

"What do you mean by that?" Jace's voice was emotionless.

Moira's blues narrowed on his golds. "She isn't meant to be only yours."

Jace's face crumbled, almost as if he'd suspected that answer and yet had been hoping against hope. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath before he opened those golds and rested them on Moira. "How do we get out of here? The Portal is destroyed."

"I'm not leaving you." Chloe turned to her mother desperately.

"Hold onto her tightly." Moira instructed Jace and Lois. "I had Magnus place a very risky but necessary spell on her in case this happened, in case Valentine got her, and you will need to be in direct contact with her to be affected as well." She took in a deep breath. "I'd give you the Cup but if you did he would never rest until the both of them were back in his clutches-at least with the Cup here he'll be distracted, even if only for a little while."

"Come with us." Chloe begged as Jace and Lois grabbed hold of her hands. She didn't give a crap about the Cup. She never had. "We'll figure a way to free you from that rune. Please."

Moira didn't answer, tears in her eyes as she pressed a kiss to Chloe's forehead. "I love you, baby. Never forget how much your mother loves you." And with that she pulled away and whispered the words that triggered the spell.

The last thing Chloe saw before the everything blurred and the trio appeared in the sick room of the Institute next to Magnus Bane, was the sight of her mother breaking down and falling to her knees, crying into her hands.

"He's still sitting outside against the door of her room. She won't come out and won't open it to anyone either." Jocelyn whispered as she leaned hard against the wall, hugging herself. "She won't eat, won't sleep, she just cries."

"It's understandable, Jocelyn." Luke cleared his throat. "She went through something that was emotionally traumatizing. She had to leave her mother behind."

Jocelyn closed her eyes against the reminder.

"I still can't believe that Aunt Moira-." Lois hugged herself as she sat in on the meeting given the fact that Chloe wouldn't even open the door to her. "I thought such horrible things about her for so long."

"There was no way you could've known what was really going on." Surprisingly enough it was Isabelle who said this, finally away from her brother's side now that he was out of danger. "She protected Chloe despite what it cost her. That's what a mother does."

Jocelyn flinched as if hit as she looked away.

"What do we do now though?" Clark, an almost permanent fixture at the Institute now, wanted to know. "Valentine has the Mortal Cup and Chloe's mom."

"We can't do anything about either for now," Luke sighed, looking very tired. "We just have to prepare for whatever his next move is." His gaze lowered onto Lois. "He wanted you, Chloe and Jonathan with him, and Moira was right. The Cup will only be a distraction for so long. He's going to come back for you."

"I was just a hostage." Lois raised an eyebrow. "He had no real reason for wanting me other than to keep Chloe there with him. It's those two we have to worry about."

"You might be right, but you're a Lanaera, that family is very old and prized themselves on purity, just like Valentine does." Luke sneered at the very word. "Plus, I find it interesting that Moira never admitted that she was related to your father. Not even to me. Why exactly did she hide that fact? Especially considering that they didn't get along."

Lois shrugged. "Maybe I should ask the General."

"Maybe." Luke didn't look too sure though.

"Right now that isn't our main concern though." Jocelyn took in a deep breath. "The Clave is."

Clark frowned. "What do you mean? Aren't they the good guys?"

"They've been kept in the dark and been made fools of, again." Jocelyn answered. "I doubt they're going to take that lying down."

"What does that have to do with Jace, Lois and Chloe?" Isabelle wanted to know.

Luke gave her a dark smile. "You don't think they're going to believe, like we do, that they weren't sent back by Valentine as spies."

"We weren't!" Lois gasped in horror. "We escaped! And Aunt Moira might've paid dearly for helping us if Valentine found out she did!"

"We believe you." Luke reminded as he placed a hand on her shoulder. "But we aren't the Clave."

The first thing Alec saw as he opened his eyes was Church staring down into his face, the Blue Persian cat sitting happily on his chest and purring loudly.

The second thing he saw was Magnus Bane, the warlock rubbing the cat's head.

"So, Sleeping Beauty wakes." Magnus raised an eyebrow, visibly pleased. "I was getting tempted to kiss you and see if that really works."

Alec flushed as he glared up at the warlock for always managing to catch him off-guard like this. "What happened? Where are everyone?"

"You got a little too close and friendly with a Greater Demon, and so I had to save your cute butt and nurse you back to health just so I could scold you for cheating on me before we've even had a chance to go out on our first date. And with a demon nonetheless." Magnus replied flirtatiously before he went serious. "A lot has happened while you've been out."

Alec gulped. "Like what?"

"You sure you don't want to wait and hear it from someone else?" Magnus asked.

Alec narrowed his eyes at him. "No. I want you to tell me." He held up his hand to stop the warlock though, when he opened his mouth. "And, uh, thank you."

Magnus raised an eyebrow curiously. "For what?"

The Shadowhunter sputtered. "For saving my life!"

The warlock smirked. "I didn't do that for free. You owe me a date."

Alec flushed darkly. "A date?"

"Yep. And you better make it a memorable one." Magnus folded his arms over his chest and jutted his hip out to the side. "I have high expectations when it comes to you."

Alec just stared at the warlock before he gulped, loudly.

Had Valentine believed that her mother had nothing to do with what had happened? Had he somehow found out and was punishing her? Punishing the woman who, with her rune, would gladly burn herself alive if he wanted her to?

Chloe hugged her pillow tighter and cried.

This was all her fault.

She was a coward.

She should never have left!

Or she should've forced her mother to come with them-they could've found a way to get rid of that rune! To save her!

The door unlocked itself, no doubt with the help of a stele, and opened before closing softly, the lock returning.

Chloe closed her eyes tightly.

There were soft footsteps that padded towards the bed behind her, and then she felt it dip under weight as Jace's arm went around her, pulling her back into his chest as he curled around her. He didn't speak, didn't try to say anything comforting, merely held her as he lay behind her on the bed, his warmth enveloping her.

She didn't get how he knew, how he understood that she didn't want to talk, didn't want to hear any consoling platitudes-that even though she'd locked herself away all she'd really wanted was someone to hold her.

Jace tightened his grip on her and buried his face in her hair, and that was when she felt the dampness and realized she wasn't the only one who was miserable, the only one who'd left a parent behind, and despite the fact that Valentine was a monster he was Jace's father and the boy loved him.

Chloe's hands went to the one Jace had around her and she gripped him just as tightly as he gripped her, letting him know silently that she understood, that she was there for him too.

He trembled slightly before burying his face harder into her hair, as if trying to hide from the situation they now found themselves in.

The girl brought his hand up to her lips and pressed a soft kiss to it before she returned it to her stomach, and closed her eyes tightly against the world, leaving only her and Jace in warm darkness. She was scared, confused, guilty for having betrayed her only living parent, but she wasn't the only one who felt that way. Jace understood her feelings all too well, and she'd been wrong to lock him out like she had.

They stayed in bed like that, the two of them holding onto each other, and for the first time since they'd gotten back Chloe felt like it might be alright. They were together, and Lois was safe. That was all that mattered right now. Sure Valentine had the Cup. Sure her mother was still with him, but Chloe had to believe that Moira had managed to fool Valentine yet again, the woman was cunning and good at it. Chloe had to have faith, couldn't give up hope, not for her mother's sake.

Jace's trembling calmed as he drew closer, molded against her.

A tender smile touched her lips as she slowly turned in his arms to face him, gazing up into his pale and conflicted face.

Jace stared at her before he leaned down to rest his forehead against hers while he drew her closer to him.

Chloe closed her eyes and leaned into the touch, her hand going to his heartbeat, finding it so amazingly calming that she brought his hand to rest over hers.

Jace moved to press a kiss to her forehead before he rested his own against it again.

His words from the other night echoed around her like a blanket: 'You were born ... to be mine.'

In moments like these, in which he was a guiding light in her darkness, she could so easily believe those words.

Chloe curled into him, shifting and arranging herself so she rested with her cheek against his heartbeat, Jace's arms enclosing her, filling her with such bone-tingling warmth she couldn't help but let out a sigh of contentment as he rested his cheek against the crown of her head. Her arms wrapped around him as well, their legs entangling until she wasn't exactly sure where she ended and he began.

She stayed like that for a while, feeling Jace's body slowly relaxing until she could finally hear his breathing change, the boy having fallen asleep. She smiled softly to herself and rubbed her cheek against his heartbeat before letting out a little yawn, tiredness descending on her as well.

There was a lot still ahead of them, so much they'd have to face, but as she lay there, slowly drifting off to sleep, Chloe knew without a certainty that if Jace and her were together they'd get through whatever was thrown at them. And there was no way she'd be doing this alone, even if she wanted to, because Jace would just become his stalkery self and wear her down eventually like he always did.

A little chuckle escaped her lips at the thought, and she fell asleep with a smile on her face, safe within the arms of the boy she loved.

Fini.