LET ME EXPLAIN WHY I HAVEN'T UPLOADED BEFORE Y'ALL KILL ME! So, school's been complicated and I've been piled with a bunch of projects all at the same time (coincidence? I think not.) so I literally have no time on my hands. Then I got kind of a bunch of personal stuff that needed sorting out and didn't really feel like writing on this story. GOOD NEWS THO: I wrote a bunch of other Malec fanfics so if they get enough chapters or stuff done I might upload those. Sorry for the wait. I don't own the mortal instruments, if I did then I wouldn't be here. I would be scrolling through tumblr and look how many beautiful memes there are. ENJOY FELLOW FANDOM MEMBERS!
Jace hated the bleak white walls of the infirmary in the New York Institute. The lack of colour was meant to be soothing for patients or visitors however it just made Jace want to rip his own hair out. He held onto Clary's hand tightly, her auburn hair was fanned out around her head like a halo. The two puncture marks in her neck stood out against her deathly pale skin. 'Wake up!' Jace thought, over and over. She had been unconscious for at least three days and it made Jace more anxious as time passed.
Footsteps began to echo up the hallway followed by urgent voices. Magnus appears at the door with Isabelle behind him. His spiky-black hair is tousled and some glittery jeans and shirt have been carelessly thrown on. His yellow eyes widen and he sprints down the aisle-arruptly stopping at the bed with Clary in it. "What happened?" He gasps, a silent tear finding its way down his cheek. Jace looked at him, his hand still tight on Clary's own. "She killed a demon but it bit her neck. The demon died but I got there just after it did it. We have reason to believe she is ok however recovering on something like this depends on the strength of the person." Jace said, not taking his eyes off hers. Isabelle placed her hand on her 'brother's' shoulder. "Get rest Jace. Or at least try to. I can stay here instead." Isabelle said-her voice like honey, gentle.
Jace opened his mouth to protest although Isabelle cut him off, "Go Jace." Her voice firm yet sympathetic. He hated sympathy. Nodding, he let go of Clary's hand and walked down the hallway into the dark-stone walls of the Institute. At least they weren't white anymore.
Magnus stared at Clary. She looked so vulnerable, so unlike herself. Isabelle lifted her dark head to look at him, "Magnus Bane?" He looked up-tears blurring his vision. "Hodge might like to see you, he is in the library." Magnus nodded and wiped his tears away with the back of his sleeve and left the room. Isabelle turned her dark eyes to Clary and watched her unconscious figure on the bed.
Suddenly her eyes flicked open and immediately squeezed shut. Isabelle chuckled, Clary turned her head towards Isabelle – her auburn hair swept to the side. "I tell my parents and Hodge to change the colour scheme but they say it's 'soothing', as if." Clary smiled at her and faced the ceiling again, her green eyes sad, "I've never been to an Institute before. Apparently, Downworlders aren't welcome. Then to Mundanes aren't welcome. Then to you're too young. They just didn't like me." Isabelle gasped, "The second you feel better, I'm showing you around!" Clary smiled at her, her pale face almost lit-up.
Isabelle walked down the stairs. She had found chatting with Clary fun, and now was going to get Magnus. Her footsteps echoed on the stone steps. Someone crashed into her, causing her to lose her footing slightly. She looked up to see Jace, his blonde hair messy and his golden eyes worried. "Where's Clary? Is she ok? What's wrong?" Isabelle laughed and Jace returned it with a shocked expression. "Isabelle! This is not. . ." Isabelle laughed louder, her voice running the deserted hallways. "Jace, calm down! She is absolutely fine, just a bit tired. She was asking about you, I was just going to get Magnus. That's all." Jace sighed in relief and ran past Isabelle. "Someone's got a crush." She muttered, smiling and continued walking towards the library.
Clary sat on the colourless bed. Her head hurt with the lack of colour, some skinny jeans and a floral shirt had been carefully folded onto a seat next to the bed. Pretty much the only colour in the room at all. Jace suddenly appeared at the door, causing Clary to smile. She looked at him and smiled, "Hey." He grinned back breathless, "Hi, how're you feeling? Everything ok?" She nodded gently, her hair falling over the black marks on her neck. "Do you have a pencil?" Jace laughed, his voice ringing out through the empty room. "You want a pencil? You just got bitten by a demon and you want a pencil? Can't you just make one, appear?" She grinned back, "Potentially, but I am a poor weak warlock at the moment." He smiled and pulled a pencil out of his jean pocket and handed it to her. His slender fingers curling gently around the lead. She muttered some thanks and snapped her fingers-paper appearing in front of her. Jace raised his eyebrows, mockingly causing a chain reaction of winking.
Clary almost dragged the pencil across the paper, however in a more graceful way. A series of lines, creating an angel. Magnus appeared at her side, leading to Clary dropping her pencil. Her green eyes widened in surprise, he suppressed a laugh, "I should've known this would be what you do. Clary I need to talk to you soon about. .family issues." Magnus laughed nervously. Clary's eyes darkened. "Magnus, later. Not now." He smiled gently at her in return, full of sadness and truth.
Clary tugged at her shirt, she felt as if it were too short to suit her. Her shoes clacked against the hard stone floor, ringing out through the hallways. Faint voices escaped the library and Clary walked closer, hoping she would find Jace or Hodge.
Clary sensed the heartbeats before she knew the people. She could thank being a warlock for that. A scarred man sat in a chair close to the door. He was bald and almost-white skin. It was covered in burns and scars, the skin damaged. His dark grey eyes matched his aura. Dark and sad. Jace stood near one of the shelves, his slender hands carefully skimming the shelves. Pausing every now and then at certain books and places. "So, you're telling me Jace, she got a phone call from Jocelyn Fray who appears to be the one and only Jocelyn Morgernstern?" Jace nodded. "It seems she didn't know it either." Clary didn't stay anonymous any longer. "I prefer being in conversations about me rather than watching them." She said.
Clary stepped into the room. The library had walls draped with endless shelves of books. Lights ran around the shelves to help those looking for a book although what caught Clary's attention was the desk in the centre of the room. The wooden desk was covered with white sheets of paper and books. Jace had turned around at the sound of her voice and walked closer to her. Hodge smiled at her. She didn't return it. "Ah Clarissa!" He widened his arms in delight. "Clary. No one calls me Clarissa except Raphael. Don't ask why." Jace's lips turned down in a slight frown. "How do you know the head of the New York vampire clan?" Clary winked in return, smiling at the confused expression poorly hidden in his face. "Clary, my apologies. I'm sorry we didn't alert you that we were monitoring you however sometimes you need to know people before trusting them." Clary nodded in return, staring into the window above the books.
A boy with messy dark hair and ocean blue eyes entered the room, old runes were scattered across his bare skin and like Jace, had the parabatai rune placed on his neck. 'Alexander 'Alec' Lightwood' thought Clary. "The brothers are here Hodge." Clary's green eyes widened as she stared at Jace from across the room. He had obviously recognised the dread in Clary's eyes just as Alec realised Clary standing a few steps away from him. "Clary, it's ok," Jace trailed off as Clary interrupted. "What was that you were saying Hodge, about knowing people before trusting them? I don't think it's about knowing, I think it is about what you do." Clary clicked her fingers and various blues mixed together on the wall, creating a portal. The trio of Shadowhunters realised what Clary was doing however before they could stop her, she had stepped through.
Isabelle usually spent her free time cooking for her family – whether they liked it or not – or learning about the shadowhunter word. Although, in this case she was thinking. Mostly about the warlock who had a 'dead' mother, but also about the way Jace looked at her. He had never looked at anyone like that before. That's why when the portal appeared in her room, she got a shock.
The dark blue appeared on her wall and Clary stepped through, an amused expression on her face. Isabelle smiled once she got over her shock. "What the hell did you do?" That was how Clary had ended up describing her short conversation and how she had portaled up here, knowing they wouldn't think of looking here. Isabelle twirled a lone strand of Clary's long red hair around her finger. "They might call Magnus back over you know?" Clary smiled at her in the mirror. "And that is exactly why I love him. He won't tell them, just say to retrace their steps. Everyone could do with a laugh in a time like this." Isabelle grinned, her pearly-white teeth making an appearance. "Don't think they won't be mad."
Jace ran around the Institute frantically, looking for the redhead that messed up his feelings. He ran down the hallway containing his and Izzy's room. An explosion of laughter escaped from his 'sister's' room. He leaned his ear against the door and listened to the conversation. "You are gonna try and poison me then, Izzy?" Clary questioned, Jace stifled the force to shout at her. They had looked everywhere for her and she was here the whole time? Izzy laughed again, "What? No way! Everyone loves my cooking." Izzy said, Jace imagined her with a proud smile plastered across her face. "Izzy, I barely know any of you here but I know you well enough to know you can't cook. Everyone is terrified of you even near a kitchen!" She exclaimed. "Also, Izzy, tell Jace to get the hell away from the door, it's annoying me." Jace gasped as the door flung open, revealing a very annoyed looking Isabelle. Her dark hair cascaded down her shoulders. Behind her, stood Clary who had a firm expression on her face.
Izzy pushed Jace, "Go away." Jace pushed away Isabelle's hand and pushed past her. "Clary, the brothers want to see you." Her expression however, stood firm. "Good luck with that." Isabelle tightened her grip on Jace's arm and pulled him back outside. "Out Jace, the brothers can wait." Jace opened his mouth to reply when Clary interrupted him with a string of curses. Isabelle looked at her alarmed. "I may have accidently left my best friend sitting behind a bush for three days."
Jace looked at the dark shielding rune inked into Clary's skin. The heavens had decided to let all their rain fall today. Jace ran a few steps to catch up with the redhead. She was running hurriedly through New York, pushing past busy workers who gave a few annoyed looks in her direction. Suddenly, she turned into an alley and began sprinting. Jace soon noted that they were running straight for a wall, he was about to shout at Clary to slow down when he saw the portal appear. Clary jumped into it, her red hair trailing behind her like a river. Jace smiled as he jumped, adrenaline pumping through his veins.
He rolled over as he fell out onto the wet pavement with rain pounding down on his head and around him. Clary gestured to follow him as she jumped over a fence. He jumped and landed in a concrete garden with various bushes dotted here and there. He recognised it as the place Clary had entered the portal from. Jace sighed, he hated places like this. Grass reminded him of the fields in Alicante. Gosh, how he missed them. Suddenly a figure pounced at Clary who pushed him off with a blue light taking form in her hand. Jace pulled out his seraph blade and held it out threating. Clary gasped, "Simon?"
heh cliff-hanger. Hope you enjoyed that chapter! keep smiling peeps, if there is something you are sad about, do something. See the world. Have fun. Life is short mate. Until next time xx