Hey guys, i am so sorry. like extremely sorry. you probably thought that i vanished off of the face of the earth, right? well i didn't and I put up an extra long chapter for you! but i could really really use words of encouragement so you guys have to read and review! you guys are my inspiration! and right now i am lacking inspiration! SO PLEASE REVIEW!
PS i do not own the Mortal Instruments and their are paragraphs, dialogue, and quotes in here that belong to Cassandra Clare only!
PPS this contains a lot of Clary/Jace fluff
PPPS i changed the last chapter a bit to where they enter institute- everyone is scattered throughout the place
PPPPS dont review about my grammar mistakes: my keyboard gets stuck sometimes and i got to annoyed to fix a lot
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Previously:
"Awesome," Simon repeated. I decided I preferred it when they were fighting.
Jace chuckled yet again and took my hand and kissed it. Simon coughed loudly.
Jace stood up. "Well are we done here or not?"
"Yeah, I guess so," Simon got up to and followed Jace and I as we walked to the living room where Mayrse, Isabelle, Alec, Hodge, Robert, and Max were seated.
Chapter 11: The Institute
Simon stood at the steps of the Institute, looking at the broken windows of a dark gothic cathedral with it's doors sealed shut with yellow police tape. "Wow, nice place you got here. A big run-down Church. Perfect for the life of a demon-hunter."
Jace ignored the remark and reached into the neck of his shirt, pulling out his brass key on the end of a chain. I always thought that it was weird that the Itntitute needed a key. It certainly didn't need one when you're a Shadowhunter- all you rally had to do was touch the door. I thought wryly.
Great, Jace is rubbing off on me.
I would say I resent that if i wasn't so enamored with the idea, Jace winked at me and turned back to Simon.
"We find it useful to inhabit hallowed ground," Jace replied to Simon's earlier remark.
"I get that, but does it have to be a dump?" Simon said, looking at the ancient building with the bent in fence surrounding it and the trash bags piled up beside the steps.
I glanced back up at the Institute, letting my mind relax for the true vision of the Institute. Almost immediately, I saw the soaring spires, the dull gleam of the leaded windows, and the brass plate that held the name of the Institute. The cathedral was beautiful. It's light color only provding a sense of a fairytale against the sky's blue backdrop, the circular windows rising high upon the walls, the speared towers, pointing freely into the sky. I held in my sigh. I wanted to sketch this hallowed building, capture it's beauty in a picture, free of the outside world and all it's questions and worries.
You can come back and sketch, Clare, I heard a gentle voice, breaking me out of my reverie.
"it's a glamour, Simon. It doesn't really look like this."
"If this is your idea of glamour," Simon trailed off.
Jace rolled his eyes. "You should be grateful to me, you'll be the first mundane to step foot inside the Institute."
"It's probably the smell that keeps them away," Simon quipped.
"Ignore him," I told Jace, gazing upon the inside of the cathedral, gently swaying to the elevator, the boys following me.
The elevator came to a hissing stop. Jace stepped out and whistled through his teeth. Church appeared, looking disgruntled.
He was probably napping, thought Jace.
"Where is everybody Church? Where's Alec? Hodge?" Church arked his back and meowed before turning around and leading us down the hallways.
"You know, I don't like cats," Simon commented. Up ahead Church hissed.
"Well it seems, knowing Church, that it is unlikely that he likes you, either," Jace smirking slightly in amusement.
"How many people live here exaclty?" SImon asked, gazing at the doors around him that led to bedrooms.
"It's an Institiute, it is welcome to all Shadowhunters as a place to stay when they're in the city. A safe haven and a research facility," Jace commented up ahead of us and went back to talking to Church.
"I thought this place was a church,"
"It is a church."
"Because that's not confusing." I could hear the fustration in his voice.
"I know it's weird," I told him quietly, taking his hand and squeezing it gently. "But you have to go along with it. Trust me."
Simon's eyes sparkled in anger. "I trust you. But I don't trust him," Simon motioned toward Jace with his chin.
I ripped my hand from his and glared at him. "I do," I whispered feverently, stalking up to Jace and grabbing his hand and interwining our fingers.
We turned into the doorway that led into the kitchen, finding Isabelle in the kitchen, surrounded by all sorts of foods imaginable.
Jace looked down at Church and grumbled, "I said Hodge, Church. Hodge!"
Isabelle glanced up and noticed Simon. "Explain!" she glared at Jace.
"I'll tell you later, but where is Hodge now, we need to talk to him, Isabelle," I broke in before a fight could happen.
"He is in his study. Do you want to soup?"
"Not if we want to get poisoned."
"Clary!" Isabelle excaimed, shocked that I said that and not Jace.
"Well it's true," I said defensively, holding up both my hands, palms forward.
"I'd like some soup," Simon cut it, staring at Isabelle like she was a goddess. Ugh. I mean sure Isabelle was beautiful but he didn't need to look like a lost puppy.
"Be careful, mundie, she is only gonna crush you," Jace replied to Simon and pulled me out of the room to Hodge's study.
"What was that about?" I asked him. Suddenly, I was pulled into his side. He kissed my forehead, squeezing his eyes shut, holding me to him.
"What's wrong?" I questioned him, wrapping my arms around him and looking up into his golden eyes.
"Nothing," he answered and before I had a chance to disagree, said "Come on, let's talk to Hodge."
Jace pulled the door open, stepping inside the study where Hodge, Mayrse, and Robert were seated.
"Hello," Jace said sitting on the couch and pulling me right next to him. I smiled at them. Jace smiled at me and chuckled.
"We have some news," Jace said, suddenly serious.
"After Simon was turned into a rat, we went to the Hotel Dumort in search of him. There we ran into some werewolves who, along with the vampires there, told us that Valentine was after us."
"We escaped from them on a vampire motorcycle crashed outside of my apartment where we saw something so we decided to check it out."
"Two demons were there and tried to attck us, but Clary and I took care of it. When we came back down, though, Madame Dorthea, a hetch witch who was adopoted be a real witch, came out and spoke to us. Later, something came and attacked Madame Dorthea, but we escaped. I didn't want Clary to get hurt. This didn't seem like a normal demon, and we escaped through a 3 dimensional door."
"Simon turned back into a human, he left, we went to the Bone City and talked to Brother Jeremiah aout Valentine and our, uh, 'special gift', went to Taki's for something to eat and found Simon on our way home."
"He demanded to talk to us, we told him about Shadowhunters, brought him here, and now he is in the kitchen with Isabelle."
Mayrse, Hodge and Robert were enraged. they launched into a lecture that would have done my mother pround. They didn't forget to include the lying to them part or about how they were never trusting jace again, and even added extra embellishments.
Soon, they demanded more details about our little adventure today and when we finally finished giving them a recap of every single detail about it (with Jace adding some perverted moments here and there to freak them out for revenge on having to go through everything) and when they finally cooled off, it was hours later, almost 8 o'clock.
Robert looked at his adopted son, then everyone in the room. "Maybe we should try to figure this out more tomorrow. Let's eat dinner now," he said. It had been a tiring day, and i was'nt sure i would be able to keep going on like this for much longer without coffee.
Mayrse suggested that we all go out to Taki's and get dinner. Since Hodge couldn't leave the Institute, he went to the kitchen to have some leftover sphagetti as we trailed off into the living room where the Isabelle, Max and Alec were waiting.
Jace pulled me back as we reached the corner, and pulled me into his arms. I collapsed against his chest, burying my face into his neck. He bent his head and breathed in my scent, closing his eyes with a small indent between them, his mouth open a gap and looking absolutely adorable.
What, Jace?
"I just can't believe that you're really here, Clare. I mean, it's surreal. I can finally hold you in my arms. I guess I just realized it. I sincerely doubt that I am going to ever find someone like you, ever again, and I love you, you know that right? You're perfect," he whispered as he dragged his lips down my jaw, across my collarbone, and gently caressed my cheek with his lips, laying down a kiss. "I love you."
I looked into his eyes, a light honey gold that sent a warmth across my skin and through my heart. I leaned forward, my forehead touching his, our noses rubbing together.
"I love you, too," I whispered to, kissing the corner of his mouth.
A tinkling laugh startled us.
We looked over to see Isabelle, her face bright and her hand covering her mouth. "well, aren't you too, adorable. Come on, lovebirds, we're leaving now." She twirled on her heel, strutting down the hallway while I buried my red face in his neck as he walked briskly into the eleator where the others were waiting.
Max stumbled over to us, pulling his glasses up his nose, and started talking to Jace and I. You could tell how happy Max was talking to Jace, practically worshipping him. It was cute, especially as Jace tried to be modest about it.
He was a little brother to Jace, and no matter what anyone thought, Jace loved Max and enjoyed every moment he had with his sibling.
As we headed down the block to Taki's, Jace and I expained to Max what magna comics kept telling us how much he wanted them as we walked into Taki's.
"They sound so cool! Can you tell me what some of them are about? Do you like them? I think they are awesome so far!" Max kept talking.
We all sat down on the table. Mayrse, Robert, Alec, and Isabelle on one side of the large booth and Simon, Max, Jace, and I on the other side.
Max finally stopped talking about comics when our food came. He was actually eating his food while staring at Jace and me.
Jace was eating his food when he suddenly put some sauce on my nose. I looked at him.
No, you did not just do that! I thought to him, faking anger, while wiping off the sauce from my nose.
What would you do if I did? Jace thought playing along.
"Well," I drawled. "I would just have to do this," I said putting some sauce on Jace's nose.
"That," Jace said. "Means war." Jace took more sauce and spread it on my nose, yet again. I did the same to his cheek.
Jace looked at me and kissed my nose, licking the sauce off. I glared at him, teasingly, and kissed the sauce off his cheek.
Jace and I chuckled while continuing this process over and over.
"If that is just some excuse to kiss each other," Isabelle said, bringing us from our own world. "Then please do it on your own time," she said with a wicked smile on her face.
Jace and I looked around the table, clearly happy to find that only Alec and Isabelle noticed our little game.
Alec looked jealous and Isabelle was thoroughly amused.
"Well," Jace exclaimed but I glared at him for thinking about making some smart-ass comment. "Tonight is Clary's birthday!" Jace said changing the subject.
With that comment the table turned silent. Everyone stared at me. "Happy Birthday!" Max exclaimed giving me a hug. Mayrse and Robert said happy birthday in agreement.
"We should have a party!" Isabelle yelled but then stopped when she saw the look Jace and I gave her.
Alec looked at me and murmered a quiet 'happy birthday,' not glaring but not encouraging either.
Simon looked at me and gave me his usual Happy Birthday which considered of him smiling cheekily and hugging my shoulders while humming the Happy Birthday tune in an offkey voice. I stroked his back reassuringly.
When I glanced back for just a moment, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jace turning away as if the brightness of the ceiling light was hurting his eyes.
Max was bouncing in his seat. "Let's get a cake for Clary! How about it? Can we, Mom? Can we please? We never have cake for anything but birthdays!"
Mayrse looked at Max and called over the waitress to order a cake while I sat in my seat blushing. Jace chuckled and kissed my cheek.
Out came a birthday cake that was placed in the middle of the table. Kaelie was the one who brought it out. I glared at her on her way over here and buried my face into Jace's neck.
I bet she poisned it! I thought while hearing Jace chuckle at my thoughts while kissing my hair.
He put his arms around me. Everything about him was familiar, and not just because he was a sole part of me for 16 years (though that was a main reason), but from his silky fair hair and his warm gold eyes that glittered with love, his hands that engulfed mine, and his arms that protected me and provided me a home indescribable to imagine, and all the way to his mind, which kept me grounded and strong and loved for so many years, that it was impossible to not be in love with a man like Jace. Every thought surpassed me except that he was mine, and deep down, I knew he always would be.
By the way, some of you may have read a Twilight story similar to this, it is based off of it, and I have permission from the author to do so.
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