Love To

Chapter 38:

I awoke in my bedroom. The light outside the window was so intense that I winced. It was a blinding white light. Wait white? I ran to the window and I broke out in a fit of giggles. Snow! I couldn't help but take a small handful and toss it up. So what if most of it was clumped on the side of the streets, dirty and turned to slush under the passing cars. It was still snow.

I left the winter wonderland to shower. I had been home for a week and my mother said I needed to stay home and 'recover' from my traumatizing experience. Apparently that was pigging out on ice cream while watching television along with her. Jace came over about every other night or so.

After I got out of the shower, I bundled up in jeans, boots, and a large sweater. I had to blow dry my hair so it wouldn't freeze in the harsh outside air. However the heat caused my hair to fluff so to cover it I threw on a beanie. I skidded to a stop next to my mother who was sipping coffee while analyzing her new painting.

"Mom, I'm going out."

"Are you sure you feel alright to do that?" Mom turned to me and gave me a soft smile.

"Mom, I feel excellent. I need to go out and play in the snow or something. Don't worry, I'll have Jace, Izzy, and Alec come along."

"Okay, just be careful. Bring your stele just in case." She nodded and turned back to her painting. Jonathan's death hit her kind of hard. She'd wake up screaming and I'd hear Luke cooing to her. "Mom, it wasn't your fault. You were protecting not only everyone we love and the world but you were protecting me. You know I love you, and somewhere, where the actual Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern is happy that you protected us and he loves you just as much. I love you Mom." I wrapped my arms around her, resting my head on her shoulder. She let out a little sob and I kissed her cheek.

"Do you want to come along?" I asked. I felt bad to leave her alone.

"No, but I'll drive you. I wanted to go to lunch with Luke. Just let me clean myself up." She wiped the tears away and went to her room. I went to grab an apple as I waited. She emerged only a few minutes later, decked out like me in jeans, boots, and a sweater. She gave me a weak smile and together we walked out to the truck.

Mom and I rode in a close to awkward situation until finally parking in front of the Institute. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and kissed her on the cheek.

"I love you. Now go have fun with Luke but not too much fun." I grinned and she returned it with a tired smile.

"Okay bye sweet heart." I climbed out of the truck. I took the steps two at a time, reaching the Institute doors. I didn't bother to knock. I placed my hand on the door and it screeched open.

Jocelyn's POV

I watched as Clary went into the Institute, and then drove away. Instead of going to Luke's however, I set off towards the Silent City. It was a dreadful thing I was about to do but I thought he should know. He was Jonathan's father after all. The truck idled in front of the graveyard as I stared at my wedding ring. I twisted it around, smiling as I thought of my dear husband. I felt bad that I had to lie to Clary about where I was going but there was no doubt she'd try to talk me out of it. Maybe it was a sense of closure, one parent to another. And it may have been more than closure for Jonathan's life but our relationship.

I checked my face in the mirror, making sure there was no sign of tears staining my face. I turned the truck off, gathered my purse and coat, bracing the cold. Brother Zachariah waited at the entrance. I had fire messaged him at the apartment. He helped me down the steps, escorting me down a few corridors until we found another set of doors that led farther down into the city.

"How long will he be staying here?" I asked. It was so quiet that my whisper sounded like a scream.

Not long. He's being transferred to the Alicante Clave and they'll interrogate him. His fate will be decided there. Brother Zachariah answered. I still wasn't used to those internal whispers even after all these years. The witchlight cast shadows across the steps. I tried to just keep my eyes fixed on Brother Zachariah's robes. The Angel knows I would love to make eye contact with any other precarious thing. We stopped in front of the cells.

I'll be right outside. Brother Zachariah ushered me into the cell. Manacles hung from the walls each one made of a different sort of metal. Iron for faeries, silver for werewolves, blessed metal for vampires, and attached to one of the steel cuffs near the far corner, on some cot was a body hunched over. Dried blood crusted the metal and his wrists. His white blonde hair matted and dirty. He was wearing a grey t-shirt and loose fitting sweats that resembled doctor scrubs. He looked up, his black eyes empty. I thought to myself, those were the same black eyes that I was in love with less than twenty years ago.

"Jocelyn, is that really you?" Valentine stared.

"Yes."

"It's so dark and dank down here. Did you bring me a pillow and blanket that's not infested with lice?" He smirked.

"I almost felt bad for you there. I just debated on giving you an iratze to heal that." I nodded at his wrists. He just shrugged.

"No use. I'm going to die anyways. What are you here for? One last make out session?" He grins.

"I'm married."

"Oh yes, to a filthy Downworlder."

"And your parabatai."

"Not anymore."

"Well that was your fault, was it not?"

"What do you want?" He dropped his head, peaking up at me through his hair and lashes.

"I wanted to tell you that Jonathan is dead." His eyes flickered and then he smirked.

"And how is our daughter taking it? I'm sure she's not having the best of times dealing with her boyfriends death."

"Not Jace, I mean our son. Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern." His face fell and he tried to hide it by looking away.

"How? Who did it?"

"I did it with a seraph blade." Valentine's head snapped up.

"You're sick! You killed your own son. You're a terrible mother and human being." He growled.

"I'm sick? You turned our son into that monster! He was trying to kill our daughter! I am not a terrible mother for killing him either, because that wasn't him and that's your fault. I killed him to protect our actual daughter. The one that wasn't controlled by you. If Jonathan was a demon then you are Satan and I can't believe I ever loved you. You killed our son and attempted to murder our daughter. You are the sick and terrible human being if that's what you even are." With that I left the cell, trudging by Brother Zachariah. I heard the cell door clink shut but I was already going up the stairs. I found my way out, trying not to let the tears pour out until I reached the truck. I let them fall. After a few minutes I swallowed the tears. The truck door opened and I jumped out of my skin. I let out a sigh of relief seeing Luke's disheveled hair and crooked glasses.

"Hey." He simply smiled.

"Hey." I choked out. Tears were streaking my face but I tried to smile. He wound his arms around me and pulled me to his chest. He kissed the tears away. I breathed in his lemony scent that seemed to be carried by all werewolves.

"I love you." I muttered.

"I love you too." He chuckled while kissing the top of my head.

"No, I really love you."

"And I really love you too."

Ah! Luke x Jocelyn fluff. Okay in all honesty, Clace and Lucelyn/ Juke are extremely close to tying for my OTP. Do they have a ship name? Any who, this idea was kind of stemmed off from acompletenerd. I hope you like it and it is my Christmas gift to you. Speaking of Christmas, I kind of got mad that my parents didn't get me the Shadowhunter's Codex. But my birthday is on the 15th of January so my mom said that may be one of my presents:) Plus my dear cousin who I've tried to obsess TMI and TID to found me a TMI shirt with runes on it. And my dad let me nerd out and took the family to The Hobbit. It was awesome!

Merry Christmas! – Emma

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P. S. During the movie I was screaming in my mom's ear about how that was Luke from TMI and oh it was just amazing.