Okay guys, you have to know that I almost cried writing this. Just so you know, it's the last official chapter. Of course, there will be an epilogue and the contest winners, but this is the true chapter. Omigosh I can't believe it's over. I want you guys to know that I love you all, and thank you for being there with me every step of the way. I still... I just... Omigosh I'm seriously keeping tears from falling. Thank you everyone who believed in this fanfiction from the very beginning. You are all absolutely amazing, my faithful followers. Always know that.
One year after the end of the show (As was the last chapter)
I shifted nervously in my limo seat, a glass of champagne in my hand. My eyes flicked from side to side, focusing every so often at the cameras trained on me. And when I say cameras, I mean cameras. As in the national television kind of cameras. Yes, Chris - through begging, pleading, and mind trickery - convinced us to allow our wedding to be broadcasted. Did I like it? Not one bit. I was only doing it as a favor, because we really did owe the show a lot. Without them it might have taken us longer to (or maybe we never would have) realized we were in love. So, in a nutshell, I was mentally flipping.
"Hey." Isabelle drew my attention away from the equipment, "Everything will be okay." Well, I hoped so. That wasn't guaranteed seeing as the rest of my wedding party wasn't with me. They had all insisted on letting me come on my own so they could "Have everything ready for me". In other words, none of them wanted to be on camera, "Clary." I was pulled out of my thoughts once again as she squeezed my hand, "You have to promise me that, no matter what happens, you won't freak out."
"Okay..." I drew out the word, eyeing her in suspicion. The look on her face said that she knew something I didn't, and, if I wasn't mistaken, her eyes seemed a slight bit distraught. My heart beat faster, and it wasn't in the good way, "Isabelle." I leaned in to whisper so that the microphones wouldn't pick up my voice, "Is there something going on."
"No." She shook her head adamantly, and I sighed in relief. Iz wouldn't lie to me. Not when it came to this, "Are you ready?"
"No." The answer came automatically, then I realized what I'd said, "I mean yes. I mean kind of. Shut up." Even the cameramen's shoulders shook with suppressed laughter at my nonsense, and I frowned, "This is my day. Just let me off the hook." Izzy gave me a thumbs-up, but her lips were still pursed as she tried to contain her giggles. Key word: Tried. As a result, mangled sort of hiccuped noises escaped her, and I shoved her shoulder, "Again, shut up." I still couldn't help but smile as the limo began to come to a halt, "Okay." I took a deep breath as I exited the car, "I can do this." With my head held high, I linked my arm in Isabelle's, and we walked toward the looming doors of the church.
It seems simple, right? You walk in the door to see your entire wedding party waiting for you. You glance quickly over their shoulders to get a glimpse of your husband-to-be, but make sure to be fast enough that he doesn't quite see you. Your father comes and gives you a reassuring hug, telling you that everything would go spotless, and that he would castrate your fiancee if he ever tried to hurt you. You feel me? All great and fine until you get there and...
...Absolutely none of that happens.
"What the fudge." I hissed softly as the doors opened to reveal absolutely no one ready to go, but I didn't exactly say fudge. My entire wedding party was completely missing, but the crowd was still very much there. It's okay. I thought to myself, It's okay. Just look at Jace. I took a deep breath, then stared at the altar where my fiancee...
...Wasn't standing, "Oh dear Lord." I was going to die. I was going to die on national television, and that was set in stone, "Oh my god." Cue the pacing. Back and forth. Back and forth, "This can't actually be happening." They weren't there. This was a bride's absolute worst nightmare, They're late. They're all just late, and Jace is in the back waiting just like me. That was when Chris ran over to us from the side, a wild look in his eyes.
"Please tell me you know where Jace is." My heart literally stopped. The world went in slow motion, and I was sure I was going to faint. My fiancee wasn't here. He'd gotten cold feet or something, but he wasn't here. My mind conjured up the worst image possible: He and Seelie running away together. He would stroke her hair softly as they drove in a cab, looking at her with those golden eyes, and she would lean in and-.
"I said go wait in the church!" I was snapped into reality by Iz, who was staaring at the cameramen and Chris with a glare that could freeze over Hell, "Can't you see that there's a crisis right now?! The bride really does not need this broadcasted on national fudging television!" Much like me, she didn't use the word Fudge, instead replacing it with a word that most definitely would not be aired, "Leave! Now!" They fled, clearly shaken, as was I. I gulped, tremors racking my body as I faced forward to see that someone in a dazzling white dress had come to stand in front of me. A veil was on her head, so I couldn't see her face, but, when she drew it back, I gasped.
"You'll thank me later." Kaelie winked at me, letting the veil fall once again, "Now go! Hurry!" And with that, I was being dragged away. I was too numb to really take in anything as I was led quickly to a back exit from the church, hearing the faint sound of the music I was supposed to walk down the aisle with. Finally, I came to, jerking away from Isabelle.
"What the hell?" I shrieked, and I was about to go on before she leaped forward, covering my mouth and now dragging me by the head out the door, "What the hell...?" My voice was now a whisper as I took in what lay in front of me. The back of Simon's band's (The Mortal Instruments) van was open, and Simon was standing there, hand extended.
"Hurry up!" Iz shoved me forward without my consent, and he dragged me inside, "We don't have a lot of time." Despite the fact that she was in heels, Isabelle jumped gracefully into the van, slamming the doors behind her.
"Hey Clare." I jumped, startled as the driver turned around.
"Luke?" I was beyond confused as he revved the engine, then shot out of the parking lot, "Okay, what's going on?" Everyone just shared smirking glances, not answering my question, "I said what the hell is going on?!"
"Actually, you just said "What's going on"." Simon chose this very moment to make a smart ass comeback, "There was no "The hell" in there." Luke snorted up front, Isabelle bit her lip to try not to laugh, and Simon was perfectly content laughing his smart ass off. I buried my face in my hands, barely keeping myself from screaming.
"I'm being kidnapped," I cried out, "The absolute worst thing happened. It's my wedding, and I'm being kidnapped. The rest of the wedding party is gone, I have no groom, and I'm stuck in the back of a van with the people that are supposed to be walking down the aisle with me." Simon and Izzy held me down before I could start pacing once again, and I would've punched them had they not been holding my arms.
"Stop being dramatic." Simon had the nerve to roll his eyes, "Everything is going as planned."
"As planned?!" I shrieked, my patience gone, "No! The plan was that I would be at the church, with all of you guys and Jace, and we would be-"
"CLARY!" Iz interrupted me, "You promised you wouldn't freak out." I bit my tongue so hard that I drew blood, trying to regain self-control. The silence lasted for about ten whole minutes until we stopped, and I finally was released.
"Thank the Lord!" I yelled as I jumped out of the van, almost breaking a heel and, consequentially, my ankle. I resisted the urge to kiss the ground as the cold November air hit my skin and chills ran down my back. We were in a dark, wet alley, and it was like a murder scene with me as the soon-to-be victim. That was when I looked up and saw that it wasn't just any dark, wet alley. It was our dark, wet alley. The Hotel Dumort sign flickered, some of the letters glittering a florescent blue, and others dead, "No..." I whispered as suspicion began to rise up in me, "It can't be."
"C'mon." Luke took my hand, smiling as we ducked through a loose flap that used to be part of a wall, "Everyone's waiting."
"No..." Was the only word I could whisper as I was taken through the hotel, up the stairs, and to a ladder.
"I would take my heels off if I were you." SImon advised as he began to climb up, pushing the hatch open for the rest of us. I stood, stunned, as everyone went before me. Finally, I was the only one left staring at the stars above, "Clary!" Simon had an uncanny talent of breaking a spell, "Get your ass up here." At a painstakingly slow pace, I ascended the ladder, Luke helping pull me up.
I gasped, shell shocked at the scene around me. Candles were absolutely everywhere, as were rose petals. Two volleyball net poles were balanced precariously, makeshift curtains (Really, they were two red sheets) strung in between them. Everyone was on my side, and I could only assume Jace was on the other, "Oh my god." My hands flew up to cover my mouth as tears pricked my eyes.
Don't cry. I thought to myself, Not yet. Not yet. Not yet.
My entire wedding party came to give me hugs, and I accepted them gladly, still half in my Oh my god state.
"Are you ready?" Simon whispered as everyone got in their respective places, but that was when I noticed that Simon was by himself. Isabelle and Alec - Maid of Honor and Best Man respectively - were in front of me, and Jordan and Maia were in front of them. How was that possible? I had six people in my party, I was sure of it. Without waiting for a response, Simon walked over to the poles, opening the "curtains" wide. I peeked over Alec's shoulder to see both my fiancee and...
"Is that-"
"Yes." Alec cut me off before I could finish.
"Is he wearing-"
"Yes." He repeated the answer, and my jaw dropped. Magnus Bane stood at the end of the chalk-outlined aisle in an extremely glittery suit and tie, clearly posing as the man who was supposed to "unite us in holy matrimony". The people on the sides were comprised of my mother, Aline, Helen, Maryse, Robert, Max, Jonathan, Sebastian, Will, Jem, and Tessa (the last three being Jace's cousins). Before I knew it, soft music was playing through a portable speaker, and the two couples in front of me walked slowly up to there places. Then, Simon (obviously the DJ of the group) switched the song.
Much to my surprise, Alone Together by Fall Out Boy began blaring, and Simon's eyes grew wide.
"Shit!" He hissed, "Wrong song, I'll-"
"Leave it." I cut him off, a maniacal smile spreading across my face. It was an unconventional, perfect, and crazy song for an unconventional, perfect, and crazy wedding. After taking a deep breath, I began to walk down the aisle - barefoot, may I add - putting one foot in front of the other until I stood across from the man I loved.
"We have gathered here today..." And that was all I heard Magnus say before I got lost in Jace's molten gold irises. Nothing existed but the two of us until I heard the words, "Clary, the vows?"
"Oh!" I laughed nervously, looking at Iz and motioning for her to hand me the paper I had written, but she simply shook her head, "Isabelle, my vows." I hissed, but she stayed where she was.
"Screw preparedness." She finally spoke, much to my dismay, "You're an artist. Say what's in your heart." Surprisingly, I wasn't phased. After everything that had happened in the last few hours, I should be ready for anything.
"Okay... Um..." I dug around in my head for things to say, but in a totally cliche moment, it all came to me, "Jace Wayland, you are amazing, that's the first thing you have to know. You have been through everything with me, the ups and the downs, the goods and the bads. You were - you are - always a shoulder to cry on. You are my other half, and I love everything - okay, almost everything," That warranted a few laughs, "about you. I love your chipped front tooth. I love how gold your eyes are, and how I can just get lost in them. I love your irrational fear of ducks-"
"Bloodthirsty little beasts." I heard Jace and Will mutter at the same time, causing me to chuckle.
"And I just love you. Thank you, Jace Wayland, for being in my life." I hand't noticed the fact that I was crying, much less the fact that he was crying, until now. I was resisting the immense urge to kiss him, and, judging by the look in his eyes, it wasn't a one way street, "Your turn."
"Okay... How do I start this." He closed his eyes for a second before opening them and looking straight into mine, "I love you more. I love your personality, which lives up to your fiery hair. I love your smart ass comments at the best times. I love how, when you get sucked into art, you stick your tongue out the tiniest bit to the right. I love how you're eyes sparkle like emeralds. And I need to tell you thank you. You're always by my side, and you always see passed my facade when I try to be invincible. You're my everything, Clarissa Adele Fray, and I will always love you more than you'll ever know."
A collective Awww rose from everyone watching, then Magnus went on. it was all a blur again, and I faintly heard the words "I do". They were two words that would forever wrap around my heart. They were two words I would remember until the day I died and death did us part. Finally, I was drawn back to reality when Magnus said, "And now, by the power vested in both me and an online certificate, I am proud to proclaim you Husband and Wife. You may now-" He didn't even get Kiss the bride out before Jace had swept me into his arms and proceeded to kiss the daylights out of me.
Of course, I kissed him back. Without protest. Obviously.
"Keep it clean, guys." Of course, my brother had to butt in, but he didn't break the moment. We smiled against each other's lips as we stayed there for the longest time, locked in an eternal embrace, "Guys." Now Sebastian was ruining it, "Guys." Definitely ruining it, "Guys!" My jaw tightened, but Jace simply laughed, pulling me up to a steady position rather than leaning me back, "Can we hug you now?" I had to smile at that, because how could you not?
"Yes." I finally responded with a chuckle, "Yes you can." And that started the rounds of hugs and congratulations. It was a whirlwind of everything, then, suddenly, Jace and I were thrust in the middle of the concrete.
"First dance. First dance." Will started chanting, then everybody began to join in, "First dance. First dance-"
"Okay!" Jace finally yelled over their voices, "Simon, hit it!"
And Jace took me in his arms.
And Chasing Cars played.
And we were the only two people in the world as we let the lyrics wrap around us.
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and
Just forget the world
The End
Okay, so that's it... That's truly the last one. I'll be posting the winners from the contest, then the epilogue after. PLEASE stick around for the contest winners. They are truly amazing. Thank you so much again, and I'll see you all soon. I love you all, my faithfuls!
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