Start reviewing what point of view you want next. Cause I can do either.
And one thing. This is not an incest story! In TMI Sebastian Verlac was not related to Clary in anyway. If you haven't noticed she has a brother and he is Jonathan. Yes in this story so dar you know Sebastian is the father but the child will not be the product of two siblings. Thank you! I don't know how to explain that enough!
Like I said before I'm only using the Infernal Devices characters to further my plot. This story has no relation to those books and you don't need to know anything about them to understand it. They are just characters in my fanfic. And I'd prefer those than an OC. I don't own anything. Not TMI nor TID
Flashback
Clary
As he's putting old gum, hand sanitizer, candy, and receipts in the bag, he suddenly grabs a black and white photo. The one the doctor took today.
Of the baby.
Fuck.
Jaces PoV
I pick up the junk in Clary's purse and put it back in there. God what is half this stuff? I pick up a small peice of paper. She really needs to clean this purse out. I look at the paper more closely and before I can make out what's on it_ "NO!"
I look up quickly and there is Clary hurling herself at me. Well atleast she tries to but her cast prevents her from getting to far. She lands on her butt and she tries to scoot towards me. "Jace. Hand me the paper now."
"Clary! Stupid!" I put the paper down and stand up to help her. I help her on the couch but she tries and fights me.
"No! Jace give me the damn paper."
"I don't even have the paper Clary it's right there on the floor." She lets me get her settled after that. I go and pick the paper up and her purse then hand them both to her. " What's on the paper Clary?"
She looks down at it and tears fill her eyes. She sobs quietly. Concern floods through me and the urge to comfort the mysterious tears comes next. And I do. My arms go around her and I pull her slight frame against me. She's trying to speak and I hear, "...tell...you...ask...d-doctor...father but I-I-I..." And then they are indecipherable. I just hold her, running my hands up an down her back to calm her and try to make since of what's wrong.
"Clary what's the matter? What's on the paper? I didn't even see it!"
It takes time but she calms and looks up at me. "You didn't?" She sniffles. " No Pidge I didn't. Please please tell me what's wrong." She looks at me and then down at her hands where she's still clutching the mysterious paper. I can tell when she realizes I'm still holding her but rather pulling out of them she burrows deeper and tucks her chin into my chest. "I thought I'd have longer with you before you found out."
With out looking at me she silently hands me the paper. I grab it but don't look at it. Instead my empty hand grabs her chin while the other still cradles her to me chest. "I'm not going to look at it if you don't want me to Clary." She shakes her head still on my chest and says, "I want you to know. I'm tired of lying."
With that I take my hand of her back and look at the paper. Or rather the picture. What I see is a black and grey fuzzy image but other than that I have no idea why she would react the way she did over such a grainy image. Especially a image of_ what? I look more closely at the image and suddenly a memory of a younger version of myself comes up.
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Mommy says she has a surprise for me and Will today. She said if we were extra good with learning today then she and daddy would tell us what it was. So like good little boys we were (though Will wasn't a little boy, he was a whole 6 years old! and I was only 4) we went to the library and Will was teaching me to read.
The clock in the manor chimed and we knew that meant lunch time. We raced to the kitchen and fought for the best looking sandwich. (I got the better one.) We then ate while mom waited for dad to join us. When he did he took something out of his pocket and turned it so we could see. It was a black and white image I stood up in my chair so I could see better.
"Wha's tat?" I asked them. Will, kneeling in his chair, moved our sandwiches out of the way to look better also.
" It's you're sister, Jace. Yours too William." Mommy said.
"But we don't have a sister." Will said.
"You will. She's in your moms stomach."
"Mom ate her?!" I gasped.
"No she just has to stay in there a while to live." Mom said to calm me down. " Come look" Will and I got up and moved to her. She pulled her shirt up and we saw the bump. We put our hands on her stomach and I didn't think anything was there but then Will gasped. "She moved!" He cried. "
Move! I wanna feel!" I put my hand where his was and I felt my sister move. "She did! She did!"
We looked at mom. She knelt beside us and said, " The way one feels for her child is the strongest force on earth. So is a brother bond. Promise me you'll protect her from harm boys. Her name will be Cecily."
"We promise mom."
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Lets just say. I couldn't save her.
I look at the picture and realize that's what I'm looking at. A picture of a baby.
Clary's looking at me like she wants to start crying again. I look down at her stomach and notice the almost non-existent bump.
"You're pregnant." I say simply. Hurt. I'm hurt beyond belief. A pain I didn't know I could feel spreads through my chest and it takes all of my strength not to leave.
Clary lifts her head and nods slightly. It takes awhile but I manage a tight, " And who is the father?" So I can kill him.
"I don't know."
Ow. Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow. That hurt worse. She's slept with enough guys in a close proximity to not know who he is.
Son of a bitch.
Clary's PoV
My throat hurts. Holding in the tears is causing me physical pain. He looks so hurt. Crushed.
Part me hopes he's disappointed. He doesn't know the situation. He thinks I slept with a lot of guys (And for all I know I did) and he's hurt by that. Maybe that means he actually has feelings for me too.
Though now is NOT the time to be thinking that.
" Jace listen." He moves and sets me down on the couch where I was sitting in his lap. He puts his head in his hands.
"No. I don't wanna hear it. Please." His voice hurts me like a thousand knives never could.
I'm going to lose him. Thinking this makes me realize how stupid I've been. These past couple months. Thinking I only had feelings towards him like a friend. No. I don't. I've only known this boy for 3 months but those moments with him doing pointless stuff have been the best in my life. I don't want to lose him.
Realizing this makes me realize something else. I'll fight for us. Even if he doesn't want too.
I swallow the painful lump in my throat and at in my strongest tone, "Jonathan Christopher Herondale look at me."
He jerks up and stares at me with hurt, red eyes. (Though they are red with the effort of keeping in the tears because there are no tracks down his cheeks.)
"What Clary? What could possibly make this better? Figuring out the girl that I've been in love with since day one has lied to me from the get go. That she has strung me along and made me think she cared for me, even just as friends! And now she's telling me that not only has she slept with some douchebag and he knocked her up and that hes obviously not in the equation but that she's obviously done it with more than one guy for her not to know who the father is! Putting my torn up feelings away, HOW STUPID ARE YOU?!"
The tears in his eyes and mine are flowing freely.
I really need to breathe. His speech knocked the breath out of me. He loves me. He said he loves me.
The boy I love says he loves me.
But he hates me at the moment.
But I don't point any of that out.
"I'm not stupid." I mutter.
He laughs bitterly, " Oh really? You're not? Explain to me how that isn't stupid."
"I don't remember who the father is."
"..." Jace seethes angrily silently and waits for me to continue.
I explain calmly as I can with dried tears on my cheeks, " It hurts you'd jump to this conclusion so fast Jace. Though I do see the logic in it it still hurts. I don't remember the father because I don't remember having sex. Ever. I woke up in the hospital a month ago thinking I was a virgin but i had a nurse insisting that I was pregnant. You were the main suspect. All the doctors thought so. Insisted that I asked you immediately. But you obviously know I didn't ask you. My parents nor my brother know of any of this."
He stares at me blankly. 'I don't compute' is what his face says but all he can do is stare. He opens his mouth and then closes. This happen more until his mouth doesn't close. "Oh... So you didn't do all what I just accused you of?"
"No."
He sighs.
"Oh thank the angel." He says before he lunges towards me and crashes his lips to mine.
Love? Hate? Changes you'd make?
Who's PoV do you want the kiss to be in?
Did you like Jaces flashback to his family? Would you want more?
Reccomendation: The Medium by C.J Archer.
My first chapter for my Infernal Devices/ Supernatural fanfiction is written. I'm just waiting to publish it.
You don't have to like Supernatural or really know what it's about. I'm just using Sam and Dean as characters (and Castiel) I will be using some plot from TID.
Here's the long Summary:
The Herondale curse isn't what you thought it was. The original curse: anyone who loves Will Herondale will die, was a lie. "There is no curse." The demon said. Well. That was a curse in itself. Anyone who loves a Herondale the truest, purest love of all, dies. But how? Two words. Yin Fen.
Kaedan Day, a Shadowhunter by blood but a mundane by choice has lost everything. With all her family dead she decides a mundane life is all she can give her family back. As their dying wish. At her new school she meets Sam. And his overprotective brother Dean. And quickly falls for the former.
Dean Winchester will do anything to save his brother. On a random hunt Sammy falls ill. The sickness comes and goes and no one can tell Dean what it is. Not even his angel boyfriend Castiel. When his and Sams' path cross with Kaedan they will find answers there with her but will it be to late? Will Kaedan be able to sacrifice her feelings for Sam to save him?