When the cab pulls up to the curb at the coffee shop, Clary is confused. She stuffs a wad of cash into the drivers waiting hand, and hops out of the car.
"I thought we were going to the Institute!" Clary said. She was giving Isabelle a pointed glare.
"You need breakfast." She replied shortly. "Maybe it will make you less grumpy." Isabelle crossed her arms over her chest. After having a quick stare down with Clary, she turned around and walked to the coffee shop. Clary sighed and followed Isabelle through the door. She was already waiting in the line, which was short seeing as it was already eleven o'clock and the business people were no longer there.
Isabelle stepped up to the cashier and ordered her coffee, and then turned to me. Clary did not expect Isabelle to put hers on the same tab, but she did not ignore the offer. Clary ordered quickly, and the two girls grabbed their coffee and food and sat down. They ate their meal in silence.
"Izzy?" Clary spoke, finally breaking the silence.
"Yeah?" Isabelle grumbled. She was reading a fashion magazine and did not want to be disturbed.
"I think we need to call Magnus." Clary announced. She blurted out the words quickly, and then looked down, ashamed.
"You want to call Magnus? After he broke my brother's heart? Not a chance, Clary." Isabelle dismissed the idea without a second thought.
"But Isabelle…" Clary trailed off. She was not sure exactly what she was getting at. Eventually, the words just spilled out of her mouth. "The Silent Brothers… They have no way to cure Jace. They say it might take some experimenting, and lot's of time. But we don't have time. Sebastian is still out there. We have to help Jace. Magnus might have an answer."
Isabelle looked up, a mean expression on her face. "Listen, Clary. I know you love Jace, and I know you want him to get better. We all do. But screw Magnus. He probably doesn't know much more than the Silent Brothers. Its not worth it. Just… Just forget about it." Isabelle said, she had a fist clenched.
Clary was not ready to back down yet. "But… Jace… He needs help Izzy! We can't do anything if every time he touches someone they catch on fire." Her voice rises slowly.
Isabelle pounds a fist on the table. "Just because you two can't make out anymore doesn't mean that Jace needs to be healed. If you really love each other, you won't need to be all over each other all the time!" Clary let out a breath. That one hurt. Isabelle on the other hand was not finished with her rant. She was on the verge of yelling at the top of her lungs. "Jace could be a useful weapon against Sebastian now! But your to selfish to think of that because you just want your boy toy. Well, guess what, Clary? That's not how it works. You'll have to stick to talking for now. And if that's the case… Well," She let out a short, humorless laugh. "I wish you the best of luck. You never were so amazing; it was just your ability to See and then your body that he wanted. I'm not sure why; you aren't very pretty. Without any of that, you are nothing." Isabelle delivered the final blow swiftly. Clary let out a little gasp. She had a knot in her throat and was trying so hard not to burst into tears and rip Isabelle's throat out.
"Really? You are even more cruel than I am! Jace is dying right now, and you couldn't care less! You just don't want to talk to Magnus because of him and Alec. Why is it such a big deal, huh? God!" Clary was screaming now.
Isabelle's voice had dropped to a low snarl. "Jace is perfectly fine, and his new found abilities could make it easier for us to win this war. If you weren't such a self-absorbed, petty little slut, maybe you would understand what love is really like. I'm protecting Alec. We are not calling Magnus. That is that." Isabelle stood up and threw away her empty coffee cup. Clary opened her mouth to retort, when a hand touched her back.
"Get off of me you-" Clary began to scream as the turned around. She was ready to flip the man over her shoulder and kick him until he was sorry he every laid eyes on her when she realized who it was. She looked away, and caught a glimpse of Isabelle shaking her head and walking out the door.
Clary turned back to the man in front of her. He looked as he usually did, spiky, blue tipped hair and diamond piercings in each ear. He was wearing a navy blue sequin blazer with navy blue slacks. The pants, thank goodness, were not sparkly. Magnus's face looked grief stricken, and his eyes bloodshot. He had been crying. "Magnus, I-" Clary began, but she was cut off as he raised a hand to stop her.
"I can't help you, Clary. I'm sorry. Isabelle's right." He looked down at the floor as he spoke.
"But, you have to! Please, Magnus. For me, for Jace, for Isabelle, for all of us!" She deliberately left out Alec's name. "Please help us. We need you." She was practically in tears from her conversation with Isabelle, and now her helplessness. Clary pleaded to Magnus, but he just shook his head.
"If I see him again… I love him, Clary. I never stopped. If I see him again…" Magnus trailed off, depressed from the thoughts of Alec. "But I can't take him back. If only you knew what he was planning…" Magnus was distressed.
"I know its hard, Magnus, but whatever Alec was going to do, he was not going trying to hurt you. He would never do that. It was hard for him, knowing about your… Age differences?" Clary had an idea of what Alec was thinking about doing. "But he would never do anything without your consent. Trust me. He loves you, Magnus." Clary spoke softly, understanding his pain.
"But the fact that he thought about that… The point is, I can't help you, Clary. I am not going to see him every again. I'm done being you kids' pet warlock." Magnus turned to walk away.
"Wait!" Clary said, desperate for help. "I can… I can make sure that Alec isn't there. I can tell him to go off and hunt a demon or something. No one except, you, me, Jace, and Isabelle has to know that you are there. Just… Just please help us." Clary was whispering through her tears.
"Fine, but this is the last time. Don't come to me again unless you are willing to pay. And I don't come cheap." Magnus was dead serious.
"I understand. Thank you so much. I-" Magnus silenced her with a look.
"I don't want to hear it. Let's just get this over with." Magnus said, and then he walked out of the coffee shop, Clary on his heals.
Authors note: Thanks for reading so far! This is actually my very first fanfic, and I am super excited. Please leave reviews to let me know how I am doing and give me suggestions. I plan to keep writing and updating frequently, so check back soon!