Chapter Song: Go to Hell by Go Radio. (Check it out, yo)
Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments, or Go to Hell by Go Radio. I just really like Jace.
Previously on Fatally Yours:
Clary shuts her eyes and exhales. Her cheeks turn red, and she looks so cute. I might have said so, had her brother not been here, giving me a murderous look. "Jace and I are, kind of... Married."
-Clary Fray-
Jonathan laughs. It's been so long since I have heard him laugh that I forget, for a brief moment, how out of place it is. I lose myself in how familiar and how calming his laugh is. And then I remember that he's supposed to be angry. "You're not even old enough to get married." Jon looks at Jace. "I doubt if either of you are."
Jace shakes his head, and sits at the edge of our bed. "This is the reason we're all here." He says. "Valentine is matching us up. You'll probably be married to someone soon."
Jonathan cocks his head to the side, watching Jace carefully. "I will kill you." He is scary calm. It would be better if he'd just gotten angry.
I put my hand on Jon's shoulder. "It's no his fault." I say. "He hasn't done anything wrong."
Jace's golden eyes blaze into mine. The look on his face says that he knows he has. And he's grateful that I would ever say otherwise. "Are you fucking my sister?" Jon asks, abruptly.
"Jon!" I say through gritted teeth. "Stop it. Jace has been here for me when I needed him. There's no need for this."
Jonathan ignores me. "Are you?" He repeats.
Jace sighs, and looks to me for help. I stare back helplessly and mouth the word 'Lie.' "I am not fucking your sister." He says, finally.
Jon looks at him skeptically. "I still might kill you."
Jace smirks and nods. "Alright."
The mood doesn't lighten, and we sit there in awkward silence for a long time, with Jon glaring at Jace. "I think I'm going to go see Alec." Jace announces.
The second the door closes behind him, my brother turns to me. "He seems nice."
I smile, and wonder where this mood change came from. "He is."
Jon nods. "You like him." I look down at my lap, turning an unattractive shade of red. "You do!" He exclaims, astonished.
I shrug, nonchalantly. "Maybe a little." I admit. "I don't know."
Jonathan bumps his shoulder against mine. It hurts the place on my shoulder that Sebastian bruised, but I don't let myself wince. "I saw the way you were looking at him, Slim." He sighs. "This is weird for me. You've never liked a boy before."
I shrug again, trying to seem casual. "I don't know if I really like Jace, in that way. He's been a really good friend."
"Good." He says, shifting in his seat. "I will kill him, if he gives me a reason."
"You're not even really mad. You dropped the act the second he left the room." I point out.
Jon shakes his head. "I stopped being angry when he said you weren't sleeping together. I just kept it up, to make sure he knows not to try anything... He wasn't lying, was he?"
I freeze. I'm a bad liar. Be cool, Clary. Be cool. "No. I can't believe you would even think that. I'm not like that." Nailed it.
"It's not you I'm worried about."
I look into Jonathan's black eyes. They're kinder than Sebastian's. They may look alike, but I can see a big difference in their expressions. Sebastian always looks either angry or apathetic. "Jace would never want to hurt me." I assure him.
Jon nods. "You seem convinced."
An image flashes in my mind. Jace's pained expression the day I first go here. His lips moving to form the words 'I'm sorry.' Even then, I knew that he didn't want to hurt me. He was gentle, even when I fought him, leaving claw marks over his torso. "He convinced me." I say.
"Okay..." He says, scratching at the back of his neck. "So, married, huh? That's a big leap. You've only been here for around two month, right? You might have rushed into things, Slim." He jokes, trying to lighten the mood.
I stick my tongue out at him, childishly. "It wasn't exactly my choice. The wedding was the day after I got here."
"Jace was kidding when he said I might have to get married... Right?" Jon's eyes are wide, and he looks like he might be sick.
I shake my head. "Valentine said they're looking for your wife already."
He groans. "I'm not ready to get married. I'm only 18!" His head shakes back and forth, furiously. "Where is Vally Boy, anyways?"
I shrug. "Burning bunnies, probably."
-Jace Wayland-
"He's going to murder me when he finds out." I mutter, leaning against the wall in Alec and Magnus' room.
Alec watches me cautiously. "Maybe not. I haven't killed Simon yet." Note the 'yet.' I remark, silently.
"You should." I say. "Simon is a dweeb, but he was never forced to rape Isabelle." I point out.
"I thought Clary liked you now." Magnus says.
I shake my head. "She tolerates me."
"He doesn't have to know about the rape thing." says Alec, as he sinks onto the porch swing. I still don't understand why they have that...
Magnus makes a noise of approval. "No one's going to tell him."
"Unless Valentine makes him do the same thing, when his wife gets here. He'll figure it out, then."
"In which case, he'll understand your situation." Magnus reasons. "He won't be happy, but he'll understand."
I groan. "He's going to kill me. And then, hopefully, he's going to kill Sebastian."
Alec snorts. "What did Sebastian do now?"
"He's obsessed with her! It's creepy."
Magnus arches an eyebrow. "He's still crushing on her, even though he knows she's his sister?"
I shrug. "He doesn't care. He was doing things to her yesterday. In the hallway. He just doesn't care." I don't even try to mask my disgust.
Alec and Magnus share a look that I shrug off as a couple thing. "This is worse than reality TV." Says Magnus.
-Jonathan Fray-
"Did you bring your guitar with you?" Clary asks in a soft voice. She's tired.
I shake my head. "I didn't think to grab anything. I just wanted to get to you."
She smiles. "Come with me. I have to show you something." We walk back into the hallway, and Clary leads me to the door diagonally from hers. Inside is the most beautiful sight I have ever seen in my life. A bass guitar. A cello. Ukulele. Banjo. Who the fuck plays a banjo? Harp. Every string instrument you can imagine. Jace sits behind a grand piano, but the only thing that catches my eyes is my one true love, come to life on the canvas of this room. The most beautiful acoustic guitar I have ever seen. My sister laughs. "Play me a song."
She doesn't have to tell me twice. I reach for the guitar. It feels solid and rests perfectly against me. There's a masculine chuckle, when I begin admiring its flawlessness. I whirl around to see Jace, with Clary sitting beside him on the piano bench. She watches me expectantly.
I sit in a chair near the piano and play one of Clary's favorite songs.
(Go To Hell, by Go Radio)
And I heard you noticed every day while I've been here beside myself.
How your bedroom smells just like me and how you found somebody else.
But there's a letter that I wrote you just on the back of your top shelf.
In case you think the things I've told you, you will hear from someone else.
It talks about the things I feel when it's just us inside the dark.
About the things I like to think while you lay so close to my heart.
And I can't seem to find the words I mean so I try to hold my tongue.
While I lay wide awake and restless you should read it says,
Go to hell if you're reading this and I'm not here.
Take your someone else and let me make this crystal clear that,
That I don't need your help and I'm okay by myself.
You can go to hell.
And they say you tell him every day how you can feel the way I feel.
How we're connected by the heart and you're convinced it's something real.
Well, if that's true I hope you're smiling like I am from ear to ear.
And just in case you think I'm lying I've left a page to make it clear.
That now I open up and scream to the whole world that I finally left.
So if you hear me out of breath I'm singing.
Go to hell if you're reading this and I'm not here.
Take your someone else and let me make this crystal clear that,
That I don't need your help and I'm okay by myself.
You can go to hell.
And I feel it's time that I have said,
There are some things that I regret.
Like never checking out the odds against this bet.
'Cause I would bet my favorite things I ever owned.
That you would leave and I'd be missing you like hell.
But I won't.
Go to hell if you're reading this and I'm not here.
Take take your somebody else and let me make this crystal clear that,
That I don't need your help and I'm okay by myself.
You can go to hell.
Yeah, you can, yeah you can you can.
Go to hell if you're reading this and I'm not here.
Take your somebody else and let me make this crystal clear that,
That I don't need your help and I'm okay by myself.
You can go to hell.
Oh, you can go to hell.
You make sure you take someone else.
Oh, that you know you can, you can go to hell.
When the song finishes Jace smirks and asks "Are you trying to tell me something?"
Clary giggles. Clary doesn't giggle. "I just really like that song." She explains.
The door flies open, and a strikingly beautiful, raven black haired girl walks through looking at Clary with a sinister smile. My eyes wander down her body, stopping at her stomach. She's pregnant. "Valentine has summoned us all to dinner tonight. I need to get Clary ready." Her eyes drift to me, and she walks gracefully despite her seven inch heels, offering her hand to me. "I'm Isabelle Lightwood-Lewis."
I shake her hand. "Jonathan Fray."
She flicks her hair over her shoulder. "I know. Clary's brother. That's probably why Valentine wants to see everyone. Sebastian broke a rule." She turns to Clary. "He says I get to dress you up, so come on." Clary groans, but follows her out the door. Just before it slams shut behind them, Isabelle calls "Be ready in an hour, you two. Wear something nice."
Eh. Not really feeling very inspired today, but I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter.
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