Shadowhunters/The Mortal Instruments

Clace, Climon, Sizzy, Jalec, maybe Malec

Title: Oh Mother

Summary: Maryse Lightwood surprises the Institute with a visit and it goes as well as you can imagine with new arrivals Clary and Simon being there. Which of course just happens to be the reason that she's here, at least in Clary's case.

Author's Note: All of the chapters will be from the narrator's (aka my) point of view.

Another Note: I decided that I wanted a Simon/Magnus friendship because I thought it would be interesting and Alec would "hate" it.

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Chapter 4: More Than She Can Handle

Narrator's Pov

Magnus smirked at Maryse and with a parting wink he walked over to Alec and kissed his cheek, whick made Alec blush.

"Sorry for being late but I had to reinforce some wards. Got to keep the people safe"

"It's okay"

"Yeah, we are used to you being fashionably late DramaKing!" Simon yelled as he and Clary walked over to join back with the group. Everyone rolled their eyes at the typical Simon-esk joke but Magnus smiled and pulled him into a hug.

"Could be better. Things haven't gone well with the newest arrival" He sent a pointed look towards Maryse and she glared back. Magnus looked at everyone and saw Clary and Simon were wearing heated looked and Alec, Izzy and Jace were all looking away from their mother but he could see in their eyes that a part of them wasn't happy with what's been happening with their mother's visit. That's when Magnus decided to confront the problem.

"Care to explain why I am here and everyone in this room wishes you weren't here?" He turned towards Maryse and crossed his arms. She looked stunned for a moment and looked to her kids before turning to Magnus.

"You are here because I discovered what's been going on ever since the Fairchild girl and her no good friend came into the picture. You are here because somehow their actions have caused my children to enter into relationships that they have no reason to be apart of and that happens to include you. So here's what's going to happen: you, Fairchild and that boy are going to leave my children and have nothing to do with them unless it involves retrieving the mother or The Mortal Cup. Am I clear?" She looked at everyone with a look, daring them to challenge her and all of them wanted to. Magnus was the first to voice his objection.

"With all due respect Mrs. Lightwood there is nothing in this or any realm that will get me to leave Alexander. I can't speak for my friends but I'm sure they feel the same way"

"Hell yeah I do" Simon said as he pulled Izzy to him.

"I'm with Simon. I'm not leaving him just to make you happy" She told her defiantly.

"Sorry Mother but I agree with Izzy. You may have controlled every aspect of our lives before this point but not this, you do not have the right to choose who we care about" Alec grasped Magnus's hand and stared fiercly at his mother.

"All of my friends are right. I'm not going to let some outsider who knows nothing about our relationship decided what they think is best for us" Clary and Jace joined the group also wrapped in each other's arms.

Maryse had never been so infuriated in her life. Here three children who she loved more than anything were openly opposing her with some of the most dangerous things she had ever encountered as a member of the Clave. And as much as they appeared to be happy and in control, she felt that this still wasn't right. Right now she could only hope that using sound logic would convince them to change their ways.

"But what about the Cup? All of use know that getting it back and in the protection of the Clave should be our top priority"

"It is Maryse but use being together makes us stronger, faster, more powerful. Once we find the Cup we will be able to protect it better than anyone else" Jace explained.

"So you don't intend on handing it over to me once you find it?" Maryse was surprised, she believed that Alec or Jace would give her the Cup no questions asked. Izzy was the one to answer her.

"No Mother, Jace is right in saying that he can protect the Cup better than anyone. We have four shadowhunters, a vampire, a 300 year old warlock and an alpha. I don't think the Clave can do better than that"

"An alpha?! You've made friends with werewolves now?!" In her mind things just keep getting worse and worse.

"Someone talking about me?" Maryse whipped around to see a tall, muscular African American standing behind her. To be honest she was a little frightened to see him and she became terrified when she realized that he was the alpha they were talking about.

"Luke!" Clary ran over and jumped into his awaiting arms.

"Hello Clary"

"Thank you for being here" She whispered in his ear.

"You know I'm always here for you" He kissed her cheek and set her down and then turned to the stranger in the room.

"So you're the one who's been causing these kids trouble"

"I'm not the one who's been causing problems around here, it's her" She pointed to Clary but she was unfazed, she's gotten used to taking the blame.

"Oh really? Then why have I gotten calls from both Clary and Simon telling me about what you've been doing to them and their partners?"

"I am looking out for my kids and just trying to protect them. And who are you to judge me on my parenting?!" Maryse and Luke were now face to face, like she had been with Clary not too long ago.

"I've been helping raise Clary for the past 18 years! I am the only father she has ever known and I won't let you belittle her anymore!" Maryse scoffed at me.

"If you raised her I can see the root of the problem, a werewolve raising a shadowhunter? That defys nature"

That's when Luke lost it, his fangs grew out and his eyes glowed. He was about to launch himself at her and it took all of them to hold him back from killing her. And after everything that's happened over the last two days Maryse Lightwood was now done too.

"I've had enough of this! One way or another I will do my job and get you apart. That is a promise!"

She stormed away and the room went silent. The sound of a slamming door echoed throughout the Institute. They all shared a lot and together they realized one thing: things were only going to get worse.