Legacies

An Infernal Devices FanFiction

Hey guys! Just wanted to say, thanks for all of the support! Ravenclaw Heronstairs, faeriegirl12, dancerox1997, and .Dot all left super fantastic reviews! Thanks!

Also, I have decided that I am going to write this story from different POVs, not just Eliza's. It comes more naturally that way, so be prepared! ;)

Onto the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Infernal Devices, only Elizabeth and the plot! And some other OCs…

Chapter 3- Parallels

Will's POV

I turned away, leading the confused teens into the Institute, trying not to show them my worry. The last time that a girl who had no knowledge of our world had been rescued by warlocks, as I said earlier, a huge plot against shadowhunters had been revealed, and, despite the fact that I had been jesting with them, something told me that this new plot would be just as dangerous.

I shuddered, hoping my son wouldn't have to live through what I'd gone through. Sure, I had met my wife, the most amazing woman in the world, but I had lost my parabatai and had looked death in the face.

Looking back over my shoulder, I glanced at James and that girl, Eliza. The ghost of a smile appeared on my lips as I realized they were talking about books. It was frightfully similar to the talks that Tessa and I used to have.

I shook my head. Who am I kidding? We still have those talks.

I watched as Jonathon trailed behind them, a look of curiosity on his face as he watched his cousin and parabatai interact.

I turned away. I could see what was happening between my son and Elizabeth, but I doubted either of them could.

James's POV

I shook my head as Elizabeth answered right. Again.

We were playing a game where one person said a quote from a book, and the other person had to guess what book it was from. Normally, the only people who could beat me at it were Mam and Father, but this girl was giving me a run for my money.

I tuned back into what she was saying. "'It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.'"

I tried very hard not to snort, but failed miserably. She let out a tiny giggle, and I couldn't help but notice the cute little wrinkle that formed between her eyebrows. Gosh, she's beautiful. The thought sprang, unbidden, into my mind.

Where did that come from?

Mentally shaking it off, I replied scornfully, "A Tale of Two Cities. Could you have made it any easier?" She smiled slightly and I couldn't help but smile back.

I tried to think of a quote that maybe she wouldn't know. Scrambling, I said, "'Me, poor man, my library was dukedom large enough.'"

She smirked. "The Tempest, Shakespeare. Do you think that I haven't read at all?"

I rolled my eyes, and yet couldn't stop my grin from spreading. I offered her my arm, as was proper. "No, I was just scrambling for a quote that hadn't been said."

She too rolled her eyes, and, after a brief hesitation, took my proffered arm. "So, my dashing savior admits that he has been bested by a girl?"

I mock-gasped. "My dear, the battle has only just begun. Who knows, maybe my incredibly good looks will convince you to let me win!"

I snickered as she just made a grunt of annoyance.

She didn't pull her arm away, though.

Elizabeth's POV

I grunted as James let loose his wild egomaniacal humor.

Really, could you get anymore full of yourself?

While he laughed at his own joke, I mentally searched for a quote. Hmm, maybe… "'Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful!'"

Sucking in his laughter, he paused for a moment, then said, "Frankenstein, Mary Shelley. For some reason, my dad made me read it." He shrugged. "Don't know why."

He thought for a moment, and then said, "We need to catch up." I looked ahead to see that Will had disappeared around a corner. Oops.

For the first time, I looked around. I had no idea how we had gotten where we were.

I sighed. Curse this handsome boy and his way of capturing my attention!

Jonathon's POV

I walked quietly behind James and Eliza. I felt oddly like a third wheel, somehow included in a scene in which I was not wanted. I felt like an unsuspecting tourist walking in on one of those new moving pictures while it was being filmed, caught involuntarily in the background.

I watched as she made him laugh without trying, how even her grunt brought some new light into her eyes.

I felt a pang of jealously. I remembered how long it had taken for James to be my parabatai, how long it took him to trust me, and here I was, watching him trust a girl that he barely even knew.

Of course, she was my cousin. But that didn't stop me from practically seething with envy.

I walked stealthily behind them until we reached the parlor, where everyone was waiting for us. I saw Uncle Gideon and Sophie, along with their daughter Virginia and her fiancé, Charles Fairchild. His parents, Charlotte and Henry, were away in Idris. Virginia's kid brother, Thomas, was probably in the music room, playing around with his flute.

My mother and father, Cecily and Gabriel Lightwood, waited by the fireplace, with my two brothers, Alexander, or Alex, and Christopher. Mother was holding my baby sister, Anna, gently in her arms, and Father was gazing down on them lovingly. Out of everyone in my family, I was the only one who had inherited even some of my father's features. All of my siblings looked like my mother, with black hair and blue eyes, while I was the spitting image of Father, with brown hair and green eyes.

Glancing around, I saw that Will and Tessa had taken up the couch with their daughter, Lucie, so the only seats left were the loveseat and a stool.

I took the stool, leaving the two-person couch to the lovebirds.

Tessa's POV

My eyes scanned the room full of shadowhunters. No matter how many times I did this, large assemblies of them always made me nervous.

Will and I stood up, and, as I cleared my throat to speak, he gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. I glanced at him gratefully and his loving smile pushed me on. "As some of you have heard, this afternoon, James and Jon managed to stop an attack lead by 5 warlocks on what appeared to be a mundane buggy. In actuality, it was the carriage we were expecting with Tatiana's children."

I saw Gideon and Gabriel's gazes dart towards the girl. I looked at her fully, and was struck by how much she reminded me of autumn. Her golden eyes and skin coupled with her copper hair created a warm aura around her.

I gestured for her to step forward. "This is Elizabeth Lightwood. Her brother, Nicholas, is currently residing in the infirmary." I saw her jump at my words and shot James a glare; apparently he had forgotten to tell her where her brother was. He just shrugged apologetically. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. He was so much like his father, it was scary.

Movement in the center of the room drew my attention, and I saw Gideon and Gabriel unlatching their families' grip on them and making their way forward. They both stopped in front of Elizabeth. "She looks so much like Tatiana," Gideon murmured.

Gabriel nodded. "It's uncanny." Elizabeth shifted, uncomfortable under their scrutiny, and then she seemed to sway on her feet, her eyes crossing slightly. I decided to save the girl.

I walked up beside her and put my arm around her shoulder. "Come on, dear," I murmured, leading her out of the room. The poor girl looked exhausted and shell shocked. I lead her to one of the guest rooms.

She reminded me an awful lot of my younger self.

Elizabeth's POV

I numbly let Tessa lead me away from the parlor. I was exhausted. Sometime between when James and I had finished or game and the time we had made it to the parlor, the exhaustion had kicked in, and right now, I couldn't tell you if it was raining or Tuesday.

Distantly, I saw her open a door and felt her sit me down on a bed. I sat there, as she walked around to the back of me and finished untying the laces that the warlock hadn't torn. I mumbled in disbelief; I hadn't even noticed how ruined my dress was.

A pity. It was a nice dress.

Soon, Tessa stood me up and gently lifted my coverings off of me and handed me a nightgown that I hadn't seen her carrying. I stood there dazed as she guided my limbs into it and laid me down on the bed.

As she pulled the covers over me, I knew no more.

Tessa's POV

As I walked back into the parlor, my thoughts kept straying to the sleeping girl. She had a strong spirit, I could tell, even after knowing her for only a couple of minutes.

As soon as I entered the parlor. James came rushing over to me. He looked as if he had been pacing. "Is she alright?" he asked quickly.

Puzzled, I nodded. As relief set in on his features, I understood.

He probably didn't know it yet, but my son was in love.

So, did you like the different points of view? Also, who knows why Will made James read Frankenstein? Cookies next chapter for whoever answers right?

Please, let me know what you think about the POVs! Please review!

~Boogalee