So sorry I've been away. anyway here is the next chapter please review if you want to read more. I know i'm not the best of writers so would really appreciate your comments and advice.
Jace checked the house over and over again but it was definitely clear there was nobody else here. George had grown tired and needed a nap. As Clary didn't have a travel cot downstairs and she didn't want him to be in a room without her she went into the kitchen and pulled out the largest draw she could find. The draw was filled with pots and pans, clary placed them on the corner of the kitchen floor and carried the empty draw into the living room. George was asleep on the floor, clary pulled some cushions from the sofa and stuffed them in the empty draw to make it comfy. She lifted George up and laid him down in the draw with a blanket draped over him.
"That's just weird." Jace called. He had been sat silently studies a map he had found wedged in between some books. "it's not really mum used to put me in draws to sleep all the time when I was little. I never realised it was so she could hide me quickly though." There was a sadness in Clary's voice. It pained her to talk about her family. She felt tears linger in her eyes but she blinked them away and walked to Jace. Clary rested her hand on his shoulders and peered down at the map. "is it any good?" she asked. She got no response "Jace?" she asked again raising her voice slightly.
Jace jumped underneath her grip and stuttered clear lost in his thoughts. "I-I think so. The streets are all labeled. Looks like at least a 2 mile walk through the woods at the end of the back field to the closest road. I'll go find some shops tomorrow." Clary looked puzzled "It's a different currency here. They don't take dollars there called pounds." dread washed over her. How were they supposed to get food and essentials if they don't have money? Jace heard the worry in her voice but he already had answer to her question. Jace grinned at her.
"Maryce gave us this the rest of the information about the house." he pulled a bank card out of his pocket "It's British so we should be able to use it." Clary let out a sigh of relief. She sank down on the sofa next to her husband and fell asleep in his protective arms.
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The next day George woke with a scream. He was hungry. Clary gowned in bed her stomach was rumbling and her energy was running out. She gripped her stele and drew runes of health and strength but there were only so much runes could do for you. Like mundane shadowhunter's still had to eat and drink. Clary turned around to speak to Jace and realized he wasn't there. Instead a note was left on his pillow. "Sorry I missed you. Headed out to the shops early, I didn't want to wake you. See you later, I'll be back as soon as possible I love you Clary."
With a sigh Clary set the note back down and her head fell into the palms of her hands. She drew a deep breath and realised she stank. She desperately needed a wash and George did too although he hated bath time, knowing she had a battle on her hands Clary crawled out of bed scooped up her son and carried him to the bathroom.
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Jace had walked through the back fields and was now walking through the woods. Although the nobody around he had covered himself in glamour runes so he was invisible to mundane. Even though Jace couldn't hide himself from other shadowhunter's or down worlders he felt a bit more secure with the glamour. There was a bumpy pathway leading through the woods, it was clear that it hadn't been used for years as many parts of the path where covered by overgrown plants. With the map tucked away in his pocket Jace walked alone with only his thought to keep him comfortably.
After a couple of hours of walking Jace finally reached a small village. He approached the streets with caution, his hovering over the dagger hidden in his belt. It was almost 3 o'clock so many parents filled the streets walking to the nearest school to collect their children. Nobody appeared to be able to see Jace but he still moved carefully. Jace reached the nearest shop and stepped inside. The shop keeper didn't react to Jace entering the store. At the back of the store there was a cash machine, he walked over to it and drew £50 out. Jace checked the shop again it was clear and he was hidden behind the shelves a deglamorized himself. Jace had dressed in a long sleeved shirt to hide his runes. He picked up 3 loaves of bread, packets of noodles, pasta, rice, fruit, snacks, milk tea coffee, sugar and nappies. Beside the till the shop had kettles on offer. For £10 Jace thought carefully about the money he had and ensured he had enough as Jace approached the counter and the shop keeper nearly shot out of his skin.
"Gosh mate I didn't see ya there mate" he laughed and smiled at Jace. Jace quickly grabbed boxed up kettle and placed it on the counter with the food and nappies. "Sorry, I thought you'd seen me." Jace replied. The man studied Jace for a moment. " ya not for aroun' here are ya. Is that an American accent?" the shop keeper asked. Jace hesitated for a moment unsure whether he should say where he is from. After a moment he answered "I'm visiting family in the next town over." the man nodded and priced up the items. "that's £32.99 altogether" Jace studio the money in his hands. He handed the man two twenty pound notes. Jace packed his shopping into some carrier bags and waited for his change. He studidi the coins he was given unsure of their value. So he decided to draw some more money out of the cash macheine so he wouldn't have to use them. After taking out another £50 he walked back over to the counter. "Do you know where I can get a microwave from?" he asked. The guy got up from his chair behind the counter and walked to the door, he stepped outside and pointed down the street. "Walk down the next street and turn left. Theirs a electrics store called 'plugins' they should have one. Jace nodded in thanks and set of walking again.
When Jace reached the store it had a few other people in. Then a name caught his attention "Issabelle come here" a woman called. A young girl appeared and skipped across the aisle. The girl was beautiful with long black hair. Jace watched for a moment, his heart ached for his sister. The girl joined her mother and wrapped her arms her. Jace turned away and looked around the store he found a few different choices of microwaves and chose the cheapest. Then another stand caught his eye, mobile phones. He and clary had gotten rid of theirs to avoid being traced but that left them with no means of contact if they were apart. Jace looked at the different phones, they were mainly smart phones with 4g internet access which was something that wasn't a priority to them at the moment, basic supplies and survival was the key. He moved down the aisle and found some cheaper ones. Nothing special, very basic phones which would allow himself and Clary to text and call. They were £15 each and that along with the microwave was a total of £55 luckily Jace had enough money without needing to use any coins. As he approached the counter the women working on the counter giggled at him. Jace estimated that she was about 17 or 18 so she wasn't much younger than him. When he put the boxes down she gave him a puzzled look. "pretty basic phones for someone like you. I would have thought that you would have wanted a smart phone or something" she said fluttering her eye lashes at Jace. He ignored her flirting and handed her the cash without speaking. "Who are they for? Parents or something?" Jace shook his head "There for me and my wife." He replied. The girl's smiley expression disappeared. "A bit young to be married aren't you?" she asked. Jace met her eyes and saw the disappointment in them. "not when you're a farther" he said sharply. The girl seemed a bit taken back by his comment so quickly processed the payment. She handed Jace 2 carrier bags and he packed his items. This left him with a lot to carry probably too much for a mundane but because of his shadowhunter strength it wasn't that difficult. Picking up his bags Jace left and started the long journey back home.
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After washing herself and George Clary brought some of Georges toys into the bathroom so she could wash their clothes. They didn't have a washing machine so all Clary could do was wash some clothes in the bathtub. She took a scrubbing brush and filled the bath with hot water. As Clary started scrubbing their clothes her thoughts took over she didn't realize just how hard she had been scrubbing the clothes until she pulled a hole in her knitted jumper. Clarys knitting skills where nonexistent so the jumper was ruined. Clary realized she was crying when her tears dripped into the bathtub. Asif sensing his mother was upset George stood and walked to her side shouting "BOO BOO BOO!" when he got there. Clary smiled at George using her wrist to wipe away her tears. "Mama food food mama." George said. Clary opened her arms and her son walked into them. She dropped the jumper back in to the bath and held her son. "I Know baby. Daddy has gone for food we can have some later okay." She reached into the bath and pulled out the plug. She picked up Georges toys and wandered back into the bedroom. As she walked through the door she stopped and stared, the room was tidy with the curtains open and the window clicked onto its latch. Clary shook her head in disbelief this defiantly wasn't how she left their bedroom.
Feeling uneasy she slammed the bedroom door shut and stood in the hall way listening. Nothing. No noise, no movement. Her heart pounded in her chest. Then she heard something, she spun around and looked down the corridor behind her. The corridor was different she realized that there was a door she had never seen before. The letter Jace showed her claimed that the house had hidden rooms which only appeared in times of need but she didn't really believe it was possible. Slowly clary creeped towards the door holding on tightly to her son. As she reached out to push the door open. It moved before she touched it. Clary stepped backwards and watched as the door swung completely open.
As she peered into the room Clary saw what was inside. It was a nursery. Her mouth dropped open in shock. George wiggled in her arms "Toys Mama Toys!" he shouted. He tried to get out of her arms but Clary wasn't about to let that happen. He cried and thought against her but she didn't let go. "No George wait a minute" she pleaded. She had a strange feeling which she couldn't quite place. She didn't feel threatened or scared, instead she felt strangely safe. Safer than she had in a very long time. Clary couldn't explain it at all. She placed George on the floor and he sent off exploring. "Toys! Toys! Mama. Teddy, my Teddy." He ran around the room touching everything he could get his hands on. Clary was much more hesitant she walked around slowly. There was a wooden cot pushed against the far wall, a small wooden wardrobe a chest of draws with a changing mat placed on top. Much like the rest of the house the furniture was old and made from solid oak wood however unlike the other rooms in the house nothing was covered over by sheets and them wasn't a speck of dust anywhere to be seen. Clary knew this was strange the room looked like it had just been cleaned and the wood polished but she didn't dwell on the thought for two long her curiosity got the better of her and she walked over to the picture frame sitting on the windowsill. The photo was of a baby boy he must have only been a few days old when it was taken. As she touched the photo she felt the strange tingling sensation which she felt when she touched the photo of Mrs Thornton. Her eyes fell closed and an image appeared.
Laugher echoed in Clarys ears. She realized the boy in the photograph was the same boy she had seen yesterday, Oliver Thornton. Clary watched as she saw Oliver playing he was sat in his cot probably only about six months old. There was a loud bang and his mother Mrs Cassandra Thornton came running in the room, she was covered in runes. As the image in Clarys vision shifted she realized that she wasn't seeing the house they were in now. It was a different house, the room was much smaller and the bedroom door was made of a lighter colored wood and had a glass panel in the top. Cassandra grabbed hold of Oliver and held him tightly in her arms. She hid in the corner. A loud pounding of footsteps and two men came into the room with their weapons raised. Clarys heart stopped she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Where they going to hurt or capture Cassandra or Oliver? Or where they there to kill them? Within the blink of an eye another man exploded into the room pressing his serph blade though the center of one of the men's back. Killing him instantly. He then turned to the other man and their blades crashed together. Clary could see now that the last man to enter the room was Mr Thornton. He lunged forward and drove his blade through the other man's stomach. He pulled it back the blade was coated in crimson red blood. Mrs Thornton gasped "Oh by the Angel Joseph!" she shouted. Realization hit Clary she finally made Mr Thornton's first name, Joseph Thornton. Joseph dropped his blade and the bleeding man collapsed into a heap on the floor. Mr Thornton wrapped his arms around his wife and son. Suddenly a red glow surrounded Oliver's body. His parent gasped but before they could speak they disappeared through a portal leaving the injured men dying alone.
"MAMAMA!" George screamed his cry's made Clarys eyes fly open. She was on the floor, her head throbbed with pain and she realized she must have collapsed. She had no idea how long she had been unconscious. Clary tried to reach to hold her head but as she moved her arm she screamed in pain. Her arm was defiantly broken. Her hand was numb and her wrist was black and blue. "George it's okay." She whispered trying to pull herself up. Clary sat herself against the wall, breathing heavily. George climbed on her lap and kissed her cheek "Mama happy. Happy mama!" clary held him with her uninjured arm and opened her eyes. George was looking at her broken arm "It's okay" she whispered "Mummy will be fine." She whimpered in pain. George reached out and gripped her wrist. Clary winced from the pain but George kept hold of her. "George let go of mummy." He didn't listen. Clary opened her mouth to speak but before her words could come out a wave of relief swept over her body. She stared down at her wrist. She felt Georges grip tighten. She watched as the bruises began to disappear. Her mouth fell open in shock. George raised his other arm and held on to her hand. As the bruises began to disappear and a red glow shined around his hand. Clary fell the feeling returning to her fingers. Within minutes her hand was completely healed and the pain was gone. George let go of his mum's hand "Mummy all better."
Did that really happen? How was it possible that George had healed his mother's wounds? "Thank you" Clary whispered.
A loud bang down stairs caught her attention. "Clary I'm back." Jace called. Clary let out a sigh of belief. She stood up and walked out of the room in George in her arms. She shut the nursery door behind her and headed downstairs.
Jace was in the kitchen unpacking the things he had bought. He put the food away in the cupboards and left the boxed up kettle and microwave on the kitchen unit. He leaned over to Clary and kissed her softly. "How's thing been?" he asked. Clary didn't answer, she didn't know how to. Jace pulled the new phones out of the bag and placed them on the counter. "I thought that we needed phones in case we are apart like today. Clary wasn't really listening to what he was saying. "Jace we need to talk." He spun around and placed his hand on her cheek. "You've been crying? What happened?" he asked clary placed George on the floor and he wandered into the living room. "I had another vision, I found a new room upstairs like the letter said we could. It was a nursery I went in a touched a photo I saw the family again. The Thornton's, I had another vision. I heard Mr Thornton's first name. It was Joseph. He killed two men who were trying to hurt his wife and child. Once he killed them he went and sat with his wife and son. When he hugged them Oliver had a red glow surrounding him. A bit like the kind of glow Magnus has when he uses magic. Mr and Mrs Thornton looked shocked. Then all of a sudden they all disappeared through a portal." Jace looked at her taking in all the information. "So is the baby a warlock?" he asked. Clary shook her head "His mother was covered in runes so I don't think so. But there's something else I need to tell you..."
Jace's eyes widened "What is it?" he asked. Clary met his eyes, "When I had the vision I must have collapsed. When I woke up George was screaming. My arm was broken badly I could feel my hand or fingers. But George took hold of my arm and the bruise disappeared, my arm fixed. Somehow George healed me and he had a red glow coming off his hand…"
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