Chapter 26: Poor Clary and Jace…damn. Effing Jonathan. Don't lose hope.
POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING: non-con and drug use (Rated M).
I do not own any of the characters, only the illustrious Cassandra Clare owns them. I do, however, own this particular story, so please don't be lame and copy/paste it elsewhere.
Previously: "I know for a fact that there is another young man who is gorgeous, rich, gentlemanly, and who is a big threat to my Clace. This mofo is smooth and patiently waiting for you to continue to fuck things up with Clary."
Clary sat on a stool at Jonathan's kitchen counter, sipping a cup of coffee, and staring sadly out the window. Her crimson hair was pulled into a messy bun, her makeup long since scrubbed from her face, and she wore one of Jonathan's white button-up shirts with a pair of black socks scrunched down. Although the shirt swallowed her, she had her legs crossed, pulling the fabric half-way up her thighs. Jonathan sat back, sitting at his dining table, just outside the kitchen running his eyes over her creamy legs, pretending to read the paper. Seeing Clarissa sitting there all in white, in the sun, so pure and natural looking…so angelic…wearing my shirt, stirred his arousal. The sun shone through the shirt and he could see the silhouette of her breasts…no bra. He swallowed and bit his lip.
She was so sad and vulnerable after the drama with Herondale last night. Poor detective. Couldn't seem to hold his liquor…or Faerie Nectar. Carrie had given Jace a man-sized dose in his beer while she chatted him up at the bar last night. Dumbass. Jonathan had made sure to have Carrie, his little Rome minion and NYU campus dealer, get in touch with Clary last week and ask her out for drinks. Clary, of course, invited her out to her girl's night to catch up, as she hadn't seen her since their Summer in Rome.
He had discovered Carrie, while following Clary in Rome. She'd been one of her classmates…apparently she had liked Clarissa's boyfriend, Jordan. It had been easy to convince her to spy on Clary for money…some people are so predictably weak. It wasn't long before he had indoctrinated Carrie as one of his redhead sex toys. Weak. Carrie had similar coloring to Clarissa. Not as vibrant, of course, but long natural red wavy hair and actual freckles…another lackluster placeholder for his Clarissa. At least Carrie could actually draw when they played naked easel games…and gave excellent head. Right detective? Even better than Seelie… Of course, after last night, Carrie had become one of those pesky loose ends, just like Seelie. He had sent Axel a little text after she completed her task, to make sure she would be taken care of. Jonathan wasn't interested in any more Clarissa wannabes. I have the real thing now. So, per Axel, Carrie was given a nice hot-shot of Faerie Nectar. I hope she enjoyed her last moments with Axel. He seemed excited to get his hands on another of my redheads. He had better steer clear of my Clarissa.
He had run into the lounge with Alec when they both heard Clary yelling. He didn't anticipate Herondale becoming so…hands-on with Clarissa. Perhaps the drug affects men differently than women. Even though it was Jonathan's fault Jace had acted so erratically, he still had to fight the urge to kill him for putting such rough hands on Clarissa. Mine. He had really scared and upset her and Jonathan was happy to swoop in and play the hero. He had rushed her out to his emerald sportscar and back to his apartment. She had texted her friends and told them where she was and to give her space. Her best friend Simon Lewis offered to bring her clothes. Although he suspected Lewis just wanted to make sure Jonathan wasn't trying to fuck her or anything. Little bitch.
As arranged, he had dropped off a bag of clothes for Clarissa to change into this morning. She had refused to see or talk to anyone close to Herondale after she left, specifically Alec and Izzy. Saying, she couldn't stomach anyone defending and second guessing what she saw and heard with her own eyes. Lewis, surprisingly, hadn't tried to rationalize or defend Herondale. She told him everything that happened with her detective, as Jonathan sat with her, holding her hand. Simon had listened and told her all the right things…so supportive. Jonathan had seethed with jealousy over how much Clarissa obviously loved Simon. Lewis told Clary that he would be at her place on Wednesday to help her pack for her trip and Izzy would leave her alone about Jace, that they both loved her and just wanted to support her.
When Clary showered after Lewis left, she had realized that he had forgotten to pack her pajamas, so Jonathan had kindly offered her one of his dress shirts and socks for the night. She had tried to argue with him, when he insisted she take his bed, while he opted to sleep on the couch, but Jonathan was immovable and won…ever the gentleman. Of course he had snuck in and watched her sleep for a while. She had flung the covers off and slept on her side, with a pillow hugged against her chest, like a child clutching a teddy bear. The shirt had ridden up and half of her lace-covered ass was exposed. She wore dark green lace cheeky underwear. Shit. My favorite. He had, of course, taken a few pictures, then showered and quietly jerked himself off, finishing particularly fast, with the knowledge that his woman slept in the next room, in his bed…in his clothing. Mine. His mind wandered to Friday night when he pulled her lace underwear off…how wet her pu–
Jonathan jumped and looked up at Clary, who was now standing in front of him with a small smile on her face… it didn't reach her eyes. "Jon? You were so zoned out, I don't think you heard me calling you." She sat in the chair across from him. He smiled and ran his eyes over her face, focusing on the sprinkle of freckles across her nose and cheeks, before returning to her emerald eyes. "I'm sorry, Clarissa. I guess I'm just excited about the Idris trip. There is so much I want to show you. Father is eager to host you and take you to our vaults and Amatis, as well." He took a sip of his coffee. Clary cleared her throat nervously. "Yes…um about that, Jon. I've been thinking–" Jonathan's heart started racing and his stomach twisted with a nervous jolt. Shit. Is she having second thoughts? No…
Clary took a deep breath and reached her hand over and set it on top of his. Her shirtsleeve pulled up, revealing bruises on her wrists from her struggle with Herondale, the night before. Jonathan furrowed his brow, flicking his eyes to her wrist then back to her. She looked down and quickly pulled her hand back, pulling her sleeve back down, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I've been thinking and will understand, of course, if it's not possible. But, do you think we can leave earlier than Friday? Like tomorrow? I just…I can't see him again." She swallowed. Fuck yes.
Jonathan took a deep breath and nodded. He walked around the table to her and gently pulled her up, circling his arms around her. She started to sniffle and hid her face against his chest. He set his chin down on her head and smirked, gently swaying with her. "Of course we can, love. I'd like nothing better than to take you away from all of this pain. One of the best things about having a private jet, my Clarissa. Is that we can use it whenever we want. So, tomorrow?" Clary looked up at him, with tears running down her cheeks. "Yes. Please, Jonathan...I can be ready. Thank you." Checkmate, Herondale.
Jace threw his phone down on the couch next to him. "Fuck!" He screamed, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands. Clary wasn't answering his texts and his calls were going straight to voicemail. Did she block me? Alec took a sip from his coffee and looked at him impassively. Cop face. "Jace. You have to get your shit together. Leave Clary be for a while and focus. She's not going to talk to you right now. We have to go over what happened again…Magnus sent over the link to his cameras. I have the app, so we can go over it together. Look, I'm almost certain you were drugged last night, even if the bloodwork was inconclusive. Some drugs are hard to find. I think we must have waited too long to get you tested or it's some new drug. You puked a buttload, though. You may have gotten some out of your system that way…that may help us piece this shit show together. Okay, man? Tell me again what you remember."
Jace nodded and took a deep breath, taking a gulp of coffee. "Okay. The last thing I clearly remember was standing at the bar while everyone danced. I wanted to keep an eye on Clary. We hadn't really talked yet and I just didn't want her to get hassled, while she danced. That Carrie chick came up and started flirting with me…she said some shit about Clary in Rome. I shut it down and then saw Morgenstern roll up on Clary and dance with her. I got up to fuck with him and then you came over and we did shots…after I drank my beer. After that it gets spotty. You stayed for a bit and we shot the shit…then I remember watching Clary dancing and I felt really drunk. Then she was there and we kissed and I told her no more drinking…Dude, this is weird, but I remember being really horny. Like crazed. Then–" Jace put his head in his hands and elbows on his knees, his voice breaking. "...then I remember a dark room, seeing red hair and feeling, who I thought was my Clary, Alec…give me a blowjob. I remember Clary running away from me. The next thing I know, you are standing over me, furious looking, dumping water on me and Izzy is holding Lewis back from 'kicking my ass'."
Nodding, Alec sat quietly for a moment, then looked down at his phone. He narrowed his eyes and gestured for Jace to look at his screen. "Okay, man. I went back to the security cameras over the main bar, where you and I did shots. Watch this." He pointed to the screen and Jace furrowed his brow and nodded. The video started playing and showed Carrie walk up and sit next to Jace, placing her drink behind him, next to his beer. They talked for a minute, then Jace got up and walked away from the bar." Alec paused the video. "Right here, Jace. Watch this brazen bitch." Carrie quickly turned her head and watched Jace, then pulled something out of her dress and poured it into his beer. She quickly swirled the drink, then walked away, right before Jace and Alec came back to the bar. "That fucking bitch dosed you, Jace. We have to find her and fucking arrest her. Jace, man…this is also rape."
Jace shuddered and nodded. "She said some stupid shit about Clary stealing a guy from her in Rome… Maybe it's some kind of fucked up revenge or something. She did this to me. To us…let me see the rest of the videos, Alec." Alec leaned back against the couch and sighed. "Jace, I don't think you should see–" Jace swiped the phone and walked to the chair across from Alec and flopped down. He searched the different cameras until he found one that showed Clary walking with him wrapped around her from behind, nuzzling her, being too handsy. They went into a private lounge and Clary came back out and walked away. Then he saw Carrie turn a dial on the wall and slip into the lounge. Jace started shaking and bit his fist, as he watched Clary return a few minutes later, pull open the curtain then stumble backwards, turning and hurrying away. He saw himself throw back the curtain and pursue Clary. Fuck.
He switched the video to the VIP room, which always had cameras. He fast forwarded until he saw Clary run into the lounge and pick up her things. Jace swallowed and ran a hand over his face. He watched himself run into the lounge behind Clary, where she turned and bumped into him. He put his hands on her and hugged her to him as she struggled to escape. He could see them yelling at each other. He picked her up, they fell on the couch, and he rolled on top of her. Jace put his hand over his mouth as his stomach roiled in disgust. He gasped as he watched himself pin her wrists above her head, as she kicked and cried…Jesus Christ…would I have raped her?
He then saw Alec and Jonathan run into the lounge. Alec pulled him off of Clary and restrained him while Jonathan picked Clary up and turned away from them. Alec released him. Jace watched the video, humiliated, as he saw himself vomit over the back of the couch and pass out. He turned the video off, shook his head, and tossed the phone back to Alec. "I have to see her, Alec. I have to tell her…I–help me." Jace felt tears roll down his face and he stood up. Alec nodded and walked over to Jace, pulling him into a strong embrace. "I know, Jace. We will…I will. I promise, brother."