Clary walked into the kitchen, Jace frying eggs on the stove.
"Want some eggs?"
Clary remembered that time with Sebastian, it seemed so long ago, when Jace made her eggs. Sebastian had questioned her, 'Why aren't you eating your eggs.' She said that she didn't like them. 'You'll go through the rest of your life, him making you eggs every morning, and you'll swallow them down just because you love him.'
"Love makes us liars." Clary whispered aloud. She then said, "Sure, I'd love some."
Clary walked out of the institute's kitchen, hearing the sound of complete and utter quiet. It was dreary, almost like something was going to jump out and scare her. Like a scene from a scary movie, where you're yelling at the blonde girl to not go into the closet and to just fucking leave the house, but she does it anyway. Clary edged down the hallway, reaching for the seraph blade at her belt.
"Nakir." She whispered, and it sprang to life.
Voices came from down the hall, speaking in hushed tones, but Clary could hear it well.
"You sure this is the place?" A voice, definitely male.
"Annabeth ran off, she thinks Percy might be here." Another male voice.
"So we just follow her now?" A third voice said, again it was male.
"Yes we follow her!" A feminine voice came, "Annabeth has saved your asses plenty of times, so we will follow her anywhere."
"Besides, she's the smartest person we know, so don't give us problems Lucas." Another feminine voice said.
'Jeez, that's a lot of people.' Clary thought to herself, steadying her blade. She felt hesitant though, since they mentioned Percy. Clary stepped out as the footsteps approached, her blade pointed at them. Each one reached for a weapon, but Clary was quicker. She jumped, somersaulting mid-air, knocking a blade out of each of their hands.
She landed behind them as the swords clattered to the floor.
"Name's. Now."
A boy, lightning blue eyes and blonde hair, the one she drew in her sketchbook stepped forward. He held out his hand.
"I'm Jason, Who are you?"
Clary shook his hand, a jolt running up her arm. "Clary. You come from the same Camp where Percy stay's?"
Jason's eyes became guarded but he spoke with the same tone of voice as before. "No, I come from one in California, I was visiting his camp for Christmas. How do you know Percy?"
"I met him this morning. Woke up in the woods outside your camp, stumbled into his cabin. He didn't tell you?"
"How could he? He hasn't come back to camp. Annabeth went berserk this morning trying to find him. She didn't want to take her chances this time."
"This time?" Clary raised an eyebrow, then she heard the shouting from the kitchen, a female definately, and Jace's laughter.
She jogged in, the group of people following her. She walked in to find a blond woman, her age, slashing her sword at Jace. Jace was laughing as he parried her sword, he didn't break a sweat as he knocked her blade into the ceiling. She lunged at him, poping him in the nose. He fell back, since he clearly wasn't expecting the lunge and laughed. He lifted his head and met Clary's eyes.
"Hey Clary, she got me good didn't she."
The blonde girl whipped her head and met Clary's eyes.
"Who are you?"
"Clarissa Herondale, his wife. You?"
"Annabeth, Annabeth Chase, but you already knew that. What are you, an empousa, you look like the kind to break someone's heart and suck their blood."
Clary raised her eyebrows and laughed, "No, I'm not a blood sucking demon."
Jace laughed too, pushing Annabeth off of him and standing. He looked down at his ruffled shirt, with one puncture mark.
"Damn, I liked this shirt." He ripped it off of him, tearing the whole thing.
"You're an idiot." Clary said, throwing him his sweatshirt from the chair, "I could've sewed the hole."
Jace smirked at her, "Then you wouldn't have gotten to see my chest."
"I can see your chest whenever I want." Clary said smiling, the she turned to Annabeth, "I don't know why you think your boyfriend is here, but he was headed back to your camp this morning, maybe he got held up?"
Annabeth had the glassy look to her eyes, as if she'd been crying, but the tears refused to flow any longer... Clary knew that feeling.
"Yeah, well he didn't show up, and the last time I brushed it off as 'He just got held up' He ended up disappearing for six months. I am not making the same mistake again."
"Besides," she said "Blackjack showed up, by himself, with cuts and scrapes all over him and an arrow in his gut, so I don't think Percy's fine." There was a razor sharp edge to her voice, like a knife embedded with broken glass.
"Annabeth, don't forget about the symbol on his skin." Another boy in the back piped up, he had the charismatic smile from her sketchbook. Jace noticed the same thing.
"This is him, isn't it? And the blonde is one of them too."
"Excuse me?" The boy said, a spanish accent curving gently around the words.
"Yeah, amigo, She drew you, and that blonde boy with the blue eyes. Drew you guys in her sketchbook."
The boy looked taken back, "Listen nina, I don't believe we've met before, but If i'm in your sketchbook, I must've left quite an impression."
Clary rolled her eyes, this boy had the same stuck-up humor as Jace.
"No, We've never met, but I've seen you before."
Jason took a step forward, "You're not mortals are you? Or do you just have the ability to see through the mist."
She heard Jace let out a laugh behind her, "You think we're Mundanes?"
"Mundanes? Is that some freekish dog breed or something?" The charismatic boy questioned.
"Mundanes are our word for Human, pathetic and Ignorant if you wish." Jace said smugly, crossing his arms over his chest.
"What are your names?" Clary questioned, staring at the brunette with the spanish accent.
"Leo, senorita." Said the charismatic boy.
"Hazel." A dark skin girl from the back spoke that time.
"Piper." A girl with a few braids said, angrily staring at Clary.
"Lucas." A boy said, his hair was a pale gold color, and he seemed to be the only one who didn't fit in the mix.
"Alright, thank you." Clary said, turning to look at Jace, "Be nice, I'll be right back."
Clary turned to leave, catching the blonde's eye, sending a silent message through them. Then, she simply left the room, six pairs of eyes staring after her.
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"So, How long have you known Percy?" Clary asked her, staring into her intimidating grey eyes.
"Well, nearly 12 years now." Annabeth answered, "How long have you-"
"I met him this morning." Clary was expecting her to ask that question, It's what any sensible Girlfriend would ask. "What was the symbol you said you seen on Blackjack?"
Annabeth looked taken back, like she didn't expect that to be her first question. She began to answer and then her eye's went wide.
"Um, Well it-It's right there, on your skin."
Clary looked down to where she was pointing. To where a Strength rune stood black against her pale arm.
"That-That's a strength rune. Was it burned into his skin, or- How- Is Blackjack dead." Clary felt a million possibilities enter her mind, none of them good. Clary ran a hand through her hair, red as a flame.
"Um, no it wasn't burned on his skin, kind've drawn with a marker, it wiped off as soon as we touched it. He's not dead though... why would you think that?"
Clary didn't hear the end of Annabeth's question, she forged past her, into the kitchen catching Jace's eye. She seen the look of question appear on his face, the protectiveness that washed over him with even the tiniest of injuries that Clary managed to obtain.
"What is it?" He asked.
"I need to talk to you outside, but we can't just leave them in here!"
"No need." Alec pushed through the people standing by the door, Magnus following behind him. "We'll keep a watch on these... Mundanes?"
"No, demigods." Clary answered quickly before tugging Jace out of the kitchen, down the corridor and into the garden. She turned to face him and his eyes were instantly searching her's for an answer.
"The rebellion, they-they've taken Percy."
"How do you know?"
"They drew a rune, with marker, on Blackjack, Percy's Pegasus. And it was the strength rune, the rune they draw on all of their flags. THey've taken him, but they don't know that he's not a shadowhunter." Clary ran her fingers through her hair anxiously, words spilling out of her mouth with anxiety.
"It's my fault, If I hadn't met him this morning, he would've never been captured. I meet someone and then they get taken by my enimies, I just-"
Jace pulled her face to his, their lips connecting. Clary momentarily forgot her problems, momentarily forgot that she was on the verge of tears. It sounded like a cliche line from some movie where everything always worked out and the girl got the guy and they ran off into the sunset together at the end.
In reality, they weren't in a movie, nothing ever worked out, it took the girl years to get the guy after trials of lies making her question her feelings, and the girl never rode into the sunset with the guy because she was to busy fighting demons and dealing with rebellions.
As he pulled away from her, his hands stayed cupping her face.
"Clary," he began quietly, "Calm down."
She left her eyes closed, putting her hands on his. "Sorry." She mumbled. He pulled his hands down, intertwining their fingers along the way. She felt calm overtake her as she rested her head on his shoulder.
"She was sure it was the strength rune?" He asked softly.
"She pointed to the rune on my arm." Clary showed it to him, "Unless I'm wrong, it's a strength rune."
Jace looked at her arm, "Well, it is a strength rune, no doubt about it. I drew that one myself right?"
Clary just nodded, trying to figure it all out.
"Clary?" She heard Simon's voice behind her. When she turned around, Simon was standing in the doorway, wearing a simple tee-shirt and jeans.
"Hey Simon." Clary said, not letting go of Jace's hands.
"There's a message for you, Isabelle's waiting in your room for you." Clary nodded, letting go of Jace and beginning to walk, Jace followed her.
Simon put his hand on Jace's chest, "It's best if she goes alone. Izzy can handle it."
Clary gave him a smile, continuing to her room. Izzy waited inside, a note in her hands, which were visibly shaking. Clary took the letter from her, her eyes gazing across the page and stopping at the name on the page.
"They really have him." Clary whispered to herself. "God this is my fault."
She planted herself on the bed, Izzy next to her and said, "It's my fault isn't it?"
Izzy looked at her, shaking her head, "No, it's not. But I know how we can get him back."
Clary met Izzy's eyes, "How?"
"I have a spy on the inside."
"Who?"
"Do you remember Helen Blackthorn?"
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