Silver Steel

We get to the drop point to meet Jace after grabbing a bite to eat and I secretly wish it could have been my sister I was eating. Fuck she confuses me. One minute it's all ooh baby, I want you, I need you and the next she's all how dare you think like that you dirty boy, you're my brother and I'm with Jace. Sometimes I feel it necessary to remind her that Jace is our brother too. We were all raised together after his parents were killed and our parents adopted him as a newborn, so he's just as much her brother as I am, if not biologically.

Speaking of Jace, he takes his sweet time getting here and keeps us waiting nearly fifteen minutes past the appointed time. Just when we think he isn't going to show, he comes sauntering up. "Sorry I'm late guys. You know how Father can be." He says.

Jace has been back at home having his 'Angel lessons' of course, while we've been doing all the heavy lifting. Since Jace and Seraphina have Angel blood running through their veins, they each attend three extra training sessions a week that are centered around honing their 'special skills'. The lessons are one on one, so Sera has hers on Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday while Jace gets Monday, Wednesday, Friday. Conveniently, missions are almost always during Jace's lessons, so Angel boy gets out of doing all the leg-work. He's kind of like father's secret weapon. Although what he's saving him for I'm not too clear on. Especially considering today was a pretty big mission that we could have used his help with. Oh well.

"Anyway, do you have it?" He asks me, after taking a few minutes first to make out with Sera, right in front of me I might add.

"Here it is." I say, handing him the bag. I watch as he opens it and then abruptly he closes it again, fighting back the nausea. The bag contains the head of Praetor Scott, one of the many werewolves we laid waste to up at the Praetor House this morning. We were almost killed by Praetor Kyle and his bitch Maia Roberts in the process. Not that it would matter to our father if we were. It's all for the greater good you see. Ultimately we're all expendable.

"Perfect, I'll take this right back to Father. You two have done well, which I'm telling you because I know he won't. Were there any complications?" He asks.

"Other than being chased down by the three pesky wolves that escaped, with me having to steal a demon bike to get away from them, while Seraphina gets sliced open on a rusty nail jumping rooftops and having to stop and heal her so she wouldn't bleed to death, then tracking down the three wolves again and having her wipe their minds, before they could get back to the New York pack to grab reinforcements? Nah, it was a synch."

"You let them out of your sight Jon? What if you hadn't been able to find them again, did you want to get ambushed if they had gone for help?" He asks.

"For fucks sake Jace. You weren't there so shove it. First, Sera couldn't mind wipe them on the fly with us outnumbered and with them gunning for us and I couldn't very well keep a tail on them from the bike while our sister was bleeding to death could I? Or maybe you don't give a shit if your girlfriend becomes collateral damage hey Jace?" I'm so fed up with him. He gets everything handed to him because he's Angel Boy and a fucking Herondale to boot; while I get shit except empty promises from Seraphina (who it's obvious that I care more about than he ever will) and abuse from our Father.

"Well obviously not Jon. Don't be a dick! But clearly she was just as likely to die if you'd gotten yourselves chased by a whole pack of werewolves if not more so than by bleeding to death. I'm just saying that you should have been thinking long term. You could have still healed her after she gave them the Downworlder Forgetting Rune, you know that, right?" He says, smugly. Raziel! Jace is such a know-it-all.

"By the Angel Jace, forgive me, I panicked and made a judgement call okay? I decided to deal with the threat that was more imminent to Sera instead of a hypothetical eventuality. I was looking out for my sister, damn it! Which is more than I can say about you." I say, raising my voice somewhat.

"The hell is that supposed to mean? I look out for her every damn day." He huffs.

"Right, except when it really counts, when we're up to our eyeballs in Demons and Downworlders, and you're never around. When's the last time father sent you on a mission, Jace? Tell me that!" I say, storming off. I hear him saying goodbye to Sera as I'm leaving.

"Right, well as much as I should probably do damage control now, I have to get this package back to Father. I'm sorry Sera. You know I'd never want to see anything happen to you, right?" He sighs.

"Yeah Jace, I'm okay. It's Jon who's pissed at you and I think that it's mostly because you criticized him. He gets enough of that at home." She says, defending me.

"Yeah I know, Ser, I'm sorry." He relents.

"Don't tell me, it's Jon who needs to hear it." She sighs.

"Yeah okay, I'll talk to him tonight." He says, kissing her goodbye before disappearing around the corner. Oh goody, I guess I have to that to look forward to now.