ch 6

A/N: Sorry for any mistakes. Remember, this was written 2 years ago when I was 11 so there may be a few spelling errors. Sorry! to those of you who put this story on alert. I honestly had no intention of finishing this story before. Also, those of you who are new readers, sorry for the bad indentation on the first 5 chapters. I had written it on my ipod and it was sent to my laptop that way. It will be in paragraphs from here on out though. Thanks so much! Happy reading! :)

A month later

Clary walked down the hallway of the institute, a hand on her belly. She was 4-5 months along now and was showing. Apparently, shadowhunter babies took less time to develop, which when told to her, gave her a shock. She was definitely NOT ready to have a baby after only 6 months. She had just found out at 3 months, so of course she was freaking out. It meant she only had 3 more months to prepare.

She had just been out with Simon at Taki's, and after an extra large serving of fries, she had walked back to the institute before it got too dark.

Suddenly, Alec burst out of his room. His hair was disheveled and his clothes were rumpled and sweaty. It was clear that he had been training.

"What's wrong?" Clary asked.

Alec walked up to Clary steadily and looked her in the eye, his blue eyes piercing her green ones. "Clary," He took a breath."Something's wrong with Jace." He said calmly.

"What? " She looked at him frantically, hoping this was a joke him and Magnus had planned to see her reaction. "What's wrong?"

When Alec answered, Clary noticed his eyebrows come down into a deep V. It was evident on his face that he was truely worried and that this wasn't a prank. "I don't know. But something's wrong. I can feel it." Clary looked at him blankly. "We're parabatai."

Clary felt around for a chair and sat down, letting the information sink in.

"I-Is there anything we can do?" She breathed.

"I -" Alec was interrupted by a series of loud banging at the front door. It was uneven, like how someone would knock when they were drunk. Something slumped against the door. Clary looked at Alec with wide eyes as he stared intently at the door. Creeping behind him, Clary followed. He whisked open the door and Clary gasped and a scream followed, leaving her breathless and almost nauseas at the sight in front of her.

In front of them was a strangled, bloodied body. Alec looked around for the person who dropped the body at their doorstep. There was no one in sight. After closely examining the body, Alec announced that the person was still alive, but barely.

"C-Clary?" He said with a shaky breath and pushed back a few locks of golden,muddy hair. Clary almost fainted on the spot as she recognized the face. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She had lost her voice and was unable to do anything but stand and stare.

Later

Alec had frantically called Magnus, whom now was his boyfriend, and they lifted his body into the infirmiry. As Clary stared in through the curtains, she realized it looked extremely like a scene out of a horror movie. His body was cut in many areas and blood had soaked the majority of the sheets. Her body shook as Isabelle wrapped an arm around her, both of them watching. The seriousness of the situation had not set in yet and the waterworks were sure to come in later.

Half an hour later, Magnus had cleaned up the mess, stitched everything back up with magic of course, and Alec had helped use some runes. By the end, most of his cuts had healed up, but he was still unconscious. The sheets were changed and the bloodied ones were disposed.

"Well, he seems to be in a mundane comatose state. But he does have a better chance of waking up than any regular mundane." He stopped and looked at the girls sympathetically. "Look, we've healed up all his injuries and nothing really drastic will happen. Why don't you go take a nap or something." He waved his hand as if gesturing us off.

3 months later

I was filled with happiness as someone handed me my baby in a little pink bundle. It was a girl. She had little tufts of blonde hair. But as I held her, sadness flooded through me. Jace should be here. He should be here, by my side, holding her for the first time.

When they asked me what I wanted to name her, my mind blanked. He should be here. We should be arguing about who gets the middle name, and who gets the first. After a few moments of thought, I came up with a perfect name.

"Clarise Jacinda Lightwood." And just as I said her name outloud, she opened her eyes revealing bright green eyes. If only he was here.

Update date: 6/26/12