A couple of weeks went by, and Clary was trying not to go out of her mind with boredom and annoyance. She was still in pain, and still couldn't walk around without a hunch and clinging onto walls and furniture to help support her weight, and Catarina kept insisting that she should be on bed rest until her body was ready for her to go into physical therapy. The diamond that had been buried into her abdomen had gone deep, and it was going to take a long time to heal. She kept being told, over and over again, she was lucky that it hadn't hit any vital organs and kill her. She was trying to be grateful for this, but being trapped inside a house wasn't making her feel very grateful for anything.
Perhaps the fact that Jace and his little posse wouldn't leave her alone were also making her go insane.
She completely understood that they were worried about her, and they just wanted to make sure that she was okay, but she hadn't been outside in three weeks, and she had barely been alone for more than two minutes when she was awake.
She was ready to scream.
She also still didn't totally know what had happened the day that they had been attacked because everyone seemed to be on lock down when it came to speaking about that with her. Clary didn't doubt for a second that it was because Jace had given them strict orders not to tell her anything, and that pissed her off, because she wasn't breakable. Maybe she was a bit more fragile, and not quite as skilled as Jace and the rest of his colleagues, but that didn't mean she couldn't bounce back.
Jem had stopped by a few times, twice when he was on duty, and his badge was strapped to his hip, and once when he wasn't, and he would always check on Clary, but then he would disappear into a room with Jace and Alec, and close the door firmly. And then there was Judge Jeremiah Brother, yet another government official who was in Jace's pocket, and while he hadn't stopped by, Clary had walked in on Jace and Isabelle skyping with him the other week. Jem was helping them with the police investigation side of things, trying to find out any more information while keeping anyone else off their trail. Judge Jeremiah was making sure he blocked any search warrants that came his way that related to Jace or any of his related entities, which had cropped up because of the cars at the accident site being registered under their name.
"Jace?" Clary asked from the couch where she had been camped out since Max had helped her there a few hours ago.
"Yeah?" Jace looked up from his laptop which was on the small kitchen table that was tucked to the side of the lounge. He rubbed a hand over his face, and there were frown lines between his eyes, and Clary knew for a fact that he hadn't been sleeping well, given how much tossing and turning he had been doing when they were in bed.
"Who's Sebastian?" She asked softly, picking up the remote and muting the TV. She wanted to turn around and face Jace, but that would mean moving, and she was still trying to do that as much as possible.
"Sebastian..." Jace took in a deep breath, and she wondered if he was going to dodge the question, but he seemed to make up his mind. He closed his laptop and came over to the couch. He was careful as he sat down beside her, lifting up the throw blanket that Clary had spread over her legs. "Sebastian is my half brother." Clary blinked in surprise.
She had never glimpsed a brother in Jace's thoughts before.
She knew that he didn't have the best family history, and so it wasn't something that she ever searched for in his mind out of respect, but she had caught traces of his mother and father over the time she had been with him. Never a brother, though.
"Sebastian is my half brother," Jace repeated after a few moments, and Clary wondered if this would be easier for him if she reached out and touched him, and looked through his memory to search for the story, rather than making him put it into words. But she preferred that he actually tell her, rather than expecting her to look into his mind, and Jace knew that, and while it looked as though it pained her, he continued speaking. "My father was married before my mum, and he had a kid. He left them when Sebastian was about two or three, and that was when he met mum and had me."
"Did Sebastian have the mutant gene?" Clary asked softly as she took his hand, linking their fingers together, making sure to keep herself shut off from Jace's thoughts, not wanting to take more than he was willing to give her.
"Yes," Jace nodded. "My father wasn't a mutant, it seemed to have skipped a generation, because then both Sebastian and myself had the mutant gene. I don't know too many details of his mutation, but I believe he is telekenetic, I guess similar to me."
"To call your mutation 'telekenisis', is selling yourself short," Clary murmured. Jace gave her a small smile at her gentle compliment before continuing.
"None of this I knew until I was a teenager, after my mum died," he disclosed to her. "I didn't even know about Sebastian until after my father's death, at the funeral. Sebastian was there, and he was angry—furious, actually. He was skinny, and he had bruises on his arm, which I saw after he took his jacket off at one point. He cornered me, which wasn't particularly hard, because I was a thirteen year old kid and he was about sixteen or seventeen," a shadow of guilt skimmed over his face and he pursed his lips. "He blamed me, for our father blocking him out. Apparently for a few years after my father got together with mum, he kept on visiting Sebastian and his mother, and supporting them. After I was born, he stopped going around, and he only provided minimal financial support, which was an asshole thing to do, given how much money he had. Sebastian's mother wasn't a mutant, and she didn't have any family for support, other than our father. So when he stopped, she couldn't cope with having a child to raise on her own, muchless a mutant child. He went into foster care, bounced around a bunch of places, apparently didn't really fit in anywhere."
"Is that where his bruises were from?" Clary asked with a frown. She had never had any friends who had been in foster care, but some of her students had been in the system, and it never sounded as though it worked as well as it was meant to.
"I'm not sure," Jace shrugged a shoulder. "It could have been, but as I got older and I had more rescources, I looked into him, and he got into a lot of fights, had his own gang when he was in high school, seemed to always fall into a bad group. He never really had anyone help him learn to control his powers, so he had a lot of...Incidents as he was growing up, which got him into a lot of trouble. At the funeral, he pretty much just wanted to rip into me, tell me that I took everything that he was entitled to away from him. I didn't get it so much at the time, and I hated my father, so I didn't see it as a bad thing that he got to grow up without him around. Plus, I was a kid, I just brushed it off. My father's estate manager had a small portion left to Sebastian and his mother, and he gave them that, but everything else was left in a trust for me when I became of age. A lot of money I earnt on my own, I was lucky in the sense that I had a good schooling, which set me on priviledged path, and you know that I started by security business quite young—" Clary nodded at that. "—So by the time I came into my inheritence, I thought that maybe I should offer some to Sebastian and his mother."
"That was nice of you," Clary murmured.
"So I looked him up again. His mother had died, she had become a drunk and she had walked in front of a train years before then," Jace winced and Clary made a sympathetic noise at the back of her throat. "And Sebastian...Well, Sebastian had definitely learnt how powerful his mutation was, and not in a good way. He was dangerous, and he had no problem with killing innocents. A couple of years ago, he killed over forty people at an anti-mutant rally and then also killed the police who arrived on scene to arrest him. He's been cropping off all over the country, and trouble follows him wherever he goes, people die. He believes that mutants are better than humans, and he has no problem with killing those who disagree with him."
"That's horrible," Clary offered softly, and she tightened her fingers around his, giving him the only sympathy that she could. She could feel his pain and anguish that was pulsing inside him, pain that usually he would push down. She had always known that there was a substantial amount of grief that he carried around, even though he was good at hiding his emotions, it was close to impossible to hide them from Clary. Even when she wasn't looking for something, if she was around someone for long enough, she would pick up on things.
But she had thought that it was all related to loosing his mother, who he had loved, and the anger and guilt he felt toward his father—she knew that there was more to his father death than what he had briefly mentioned to her and what she had found online. Jace hadn't spoken about it with her yet, but she trusted that he would one day, which is why she hadn't pushed him any further, and also why, it seemed, she didn't find anything about Sebastian.
"You think that he's involved it all of this?" Clary prompted after a few minutes of silence.
"I know he's involved in all of this," Jace stated. "He came back into town about six weeks ago, a few weeks before all of this happened, and I just know that he's behind it. I just need to prove it, and then find out where to go from there." Clary nodded and leaned forward, ignoring the pain in her stomach as she wrapped an arm around his shoulder, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you for telling me," she murmured, lips against his ear. "I didn't even know that you had a brother." Jace pulled back and he looked surprised.
"You didn't?" He asked and Clary tilted her head to the side, her long hair falling forward.
"You know I don't just take things from you," she said quietly.
"And you know that you're always welcome in my head," Jace responded, lifting his hand to cup her jaw, his thumb brushing over the curve of her cheek. "I like you being that close." He licked his lower lip and he looked a little self concious, but Clary knew it was just because he wasn't usually so open with anyone. She nodded with a intimate smile and leaned into him.
So my song recommendations this week...Polygraph Eyes by Yungblud, I think it's incredible. Also the live cover version I Will Follow You Into The Dark by Yungblud and Halsey, and this also shows incredible chemistry between them. So, Yungblud, real name Dominic Harrison...I totally understand that he's not everyone's cup of tea, but I adore him. He's only twenty-one and he has written some incredible songs. Polygraph Eyes is about sexual assault and the consent issue that is so big right now. Medication that talks about our heavily medicated society, and Kill Somebody, which is a something of a visual representation of depression and anxiety, which hits hard for me. He's really open about his own mental illness and ADHD, and he's continually breaking down gender norms and sexual stereotypes—dude wears more pink that a Disney princess, rocks dresses and skirts, regularly makes out with his guitarist and has a beautiful relationship with Halsey. I recommend him so much, he's just so unapologetically himself and blunt and incredible, please, please, please check him out.
TV series and movies...I'm really enjoying Bull and Ray Donovan at the moment. Also, Animal Kingdom, which I started watching for Finn Cole, who is also in Peaky Blinders, and it's fucking amazing. So is Peaky Blinders, though. So both of them. We also recently rewatched Hairspray, which I adore. Haha.
Ooh, also! We have release date for the new Veronica Mars series! I feel like I've been waiting a life time for it. And for Big Little Lies! I wasn't to keen on a second season just because the first one was complete and there was only one book, but I'm still excited for it.
I've gone to a couple of concerts this month; Anne Marie and Billie Eilish. Both of them had such incredible voices live, they sounded pretty much exactly like their studio recordings and they had such insane energy. Anne Marie seemed like a total sweetheart, full of smiles and giggles, and then Billie was just amazing, that girl is going places given she's gotten this far and she's only seventeen. The whole crowd for Billie was on their feet the whole time, even us in the seated section—she was just magnetic. Tickets for her were insane, we only just managed to get some in the last release.
Ooh, and Drax Project have a new music video out for their song Woke Up Late featuring Hailee Steinfeld. My hubby wasn't too happy, because it's got Liza Koshy in it and he finds her frustrating at hell.
Now for my questions! Okay...What is a ship, or multiple ships, that have broken your heart, or that have really made you feel just a little fucked up? Can be canon or not. My top one would have to be Hanna/Caleb from Pretty Little Liars. I absolutely fucking hated season 6 and 7 of PLL, and I stopped watching it until they got back together, and even then, it actually felt like my whole stomach had been ripped out of my body when there was the whole Spencer/Caleb story line. And then the other two would be Landon/Jamie from A Walk To Remember and Ian/Mickey from Shameless. Holy shit. My fucking heart. There are plenty of other couples that really hit me as well, Steve/Bucky from Avengers, Alex/Michael from Roswell: New Mexico, Bellamy/Clarke from The 100, Logan/Veronica from Veronica Mars, Chuck/Blair from Gossip Girl, Will/Alicia from The Good Wife and Jane/Michael from Jane The Virgin to name a few.
Next one; what is your favourite colour? Super easy, right? Haha. Although I don't have one, so maybe it's not...Green or purple? Maybe? Haha.
And then; are you preparing to be emotionally fucked up by Avengers: Endgame, or are you completely indifferent? I'm seeing it in a couple of hours, and I tell you, I am fucked. And I am going to be so fucked. I've looked up every spoiler possible, watched a bit of the leaked footage and I'm still not prepared. If you guys want any spoilers or anything, just message me, and I'll try to retain everything through my hysteria.
Just as my last point, my love and heart goes out to those in Sri Lanka. My cousin and I cried when waking up and reading what happened and I can't even fathom how those who were involved and directly affected are feeling right now.
Love to you all xx