Chapter 69: The end is nigh. Jonathan finds that Clary isn't the shrinking damsel she used to be. Of course, the perv kind of likes it. Clary has to try to keep her head for Simon's sake. Those hormones though… Nate is just– gross. Jace decides he's going to change tactics and Alec is there for it.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Rated M. Big fat NON-CON at beginning of chapter. Non-con elements enmeshed in chapter. Violence against women/pregnant women, gun-violence, traumatic pregnancy complications .
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Previously: "I can't punish you physically, Clarissa… in your condition. So I shall punish your Simon Lewis. Now, it's time you fulfilled your wifely duties to me. It's been so long since I've felt you around me. Too long, Clarissa."
Sighing, Jonathan pushed himself up on his elbow and stared down at his beautiful wife. Clarissa's hands crossed limply against her chest, her emerald wedding ring glittered in the morning light, and her thick crimson curls covered the pillow behind her. He leaned down, nuzzling his nose behind her ear, inhaling her scent. She still smelled like the lavender bath oil from last night. Delicious. She lightly moaned, as she slept, her back to him, curled up on her left side. It was well into the morning, yet she still slept. He knew yesterday had been a lot for her. He hadn't intended for things to go so far, with so much violence. The Circle really is a bunch of freaks. He had allied himself with The Circle, one of his Father's extremist groups, to cause diversions and take out the Herondales, so he could abscond with Clarissa after the annulment case. He had not anticipated them burning down the fucking Gard and burning women. Nate, a General in The Circle, posed as a paralegal and managed to infiltrate Clarissa's legal team. He also had been gracious enough to kidnap Simon Lewis and have him delivered to Morgenstern Manor for Clarissa. Nate had a strategic mind and was an effective soldier for him, so far. He just better mind himself when it comes to my wife. I'm the only one allowed to touch her.
Jonathan spooned himself against Clary, pulling her closer, and caressing her breasts beneath her nightgown. Her nipples pebbled beneath his touch and he longed to suck and bite them. I don't want to wake her. Jonathan felt his arousal quickly kindling as he slid his hands over her belly, then lower. Clary hummed lightly and snuggled back against him, still deeply asleep. God. If she only knew the effect she has on me. His dick hardened painfully as her naked ass brushed against his erection. Fuck. I need to feel her around me again. Inching his hand between her legs, he cupped her mound and slowly rolled his thumb over her clit. He hadn't allowed her to wear underwear to bed after their bath and he had slept nude. She had tried to argue with him, but he had insisted, threatening Lewis again. Clary had acquiesced, but asked him to allow her to wear a nightgown. He did, fully intending to strip it off of her in the morning, when he planned to make love to her. He had told her as much and warned her to comply or he would have Nate break Lewis' other arm. She had tearfully nodded, got into bed with him and allowed his lips and hands to roam her body, before she finally fell asleep. He had watched her sleep for hours, stroking her hair, caressing her belly, and softly kissing her face, neck and shoulders, until he finally slept.
He deftly slid his fingers into her folds, slowly swirling them into her, continuing to rub her clit. She's so wet. His cock ached with need. I have to fuck her. He felt he should wake her, ask for it, but figured it would cause too much of a fight. I don't need permission. She's mine. Jonathan bit his lip and slid her nightgown up under her breasts and pushed her right leg forward, opening her backside to him. Clary sighed and whispered against her pillow. "Jace…" Jonathan froze, a white hot fury rising within him. Why can't she just forget him? Fisting his hard length, he positioned himself behind her and ran it up and down her moist folds, then quickly pushed inside of her. Jumping suddenly at the intrusion, Clary cried out in shock and struggled to pull away. Groaning and pumping quickly into her, Jonathan wrapped his arms tightly around her, pinning her arms against her chest. Clary shook her head and growled, panting as he thrust into her. "N-no– You fucking bastard! I hate you— Jace!" Jonathan pressed his face against her neck, nipping and licking, as he moaned against her. "Stay still, love. He isn't here. I am. Just let it happen. I– we need this and you feel so good, kitten. Fuck–" He groaned and increased the speed of his thrusts, pounding into her from behind, as he chased his finish. Clary whimpered and grunted, trying to pull away from him. Jonathan tightened his hold on her and growled against her neck. "You will forget him— I'll make you…" It had been nearly eight months since he'd been inside of her. Heaven. Nothing compared to the sensation of his Clarissa's silken muscles clutching and milking his cock. No other woman, mouth… No one else would ever be enough. My forever obsession. Growling he gripped both of her breasts in his hands and bit down on her neck, sucking harshly, leaving his mark. Clary cried out in pain and anger, as he climaxed and pumped his finish deep inside of her. He collapsed against her back, panting and basking in the euphoria only his Clarissa's body could give him. Reunited as man and wife, at last.
Pulling himself from her, he turned her over to face him, hoping for kisses and to continue their bedplay. Gasping, she slapped his face and shoved him roughly away from her, pulling her nightgown back down. He raised his eyebrows at her, fully expecting her to be frightened of him, cowing or trembling. She didn't. Clary glared back at him hatefully, her green eyes full of venom. She sat up and rigidly got out of bed, glowering at him. "How fucking dare you! Just because you think you have me back does not give you the right to force me… again. I refuse to live that way again, Jonathan. I–I am not afraid of you. Don't ever fucking do that again." Jonathan, rubbed his stinging cheek, tilted his head at her quizzically and laughed. She was so different now. So much stronger and brave. Her fury. I made her into this. Mine. He almost felt ashamed of what he'd just done to her. Almost. Perhaps I should have awakened her… no matter. Next time I'll give her an orgasm and she will love it. He got out of bed and faced her fully nude, as he stretched his arms languidly over his head, flexing. Clary scoffed and looked away, blushing. "Oh, Clarissa. We'll most definitely do that again, love. Tonight, in fact. You're my wife, after all. But, yes. I shouldn't have made love to you, without your participation. Let's rectify that. Kiss me." He rubbed his growing erection and started to walk towards her, when she shook her head angrily.
Clary took a few steps back and raised her hands up, as if to fight him. Shit. Do I punch him in the face? Calm down. Think of Simon. She had been dreaming of Jace, awakening to find Jonathan touching her. She had stayed still, hoping he was just being his usual pervy, handsy self. But then he had thrust into her. She thought she could just take it, let him get it over with, but it had hurt. He'd been too rough. She hadn't felt well since yesterday and she couldn't just let him do anything to her anymore… she just couldn't. Too much had happened. Be cool. Simon. He'll hurt him. A wave of dizziness came over her. Fuck. He raised his eyebrows and smirked at her, but stopped coming towards her. "My, my. Clarissa, you are so fierce these days… What's changed, love? Could it be all of that nifty therapy we had? Hmm? Perhaps it's being pregnant with a Morgenstern… we are a fierce lot." Clary didn't answer him, just glared. Perhaps it was. Or maybe it's simply being pregnant. I have to get out of here before my baby comes. I have to protect her, as my mother protected me. Clary shuddered and gasped when a strong contraction raced across her belly. Shit. She grimaced and blew out a few controlled breaths, putting a hand on her belly.
Concerned, Jonathan ran his eyes down her body, watching her. He stepped forward and she jumped back from him. "Are you ill, love? In pain?" Think, Fray. Grunting, she nodded and looked at him as if he were stupid. "Yes, Jon. You were too rough. Intercourse can cause cramping and contractions, even bleeding– ask your freak of a doctor. Are you trying to hurt me and my baby? I think it's passing. Just don't be so rough– next time." Not that there will be a next time, asshole. "As for your therapy quip, you should still be going– you promised me you would. Shockingly, you lied." Clary stood up straight, feeling a little better. "Now leave me the hell alone. I need to shower, eat, and see about Simon's injuries. And I want my shoes back. Where the fuck do you think I will run to, 33 weeks pregnant?" Jonathan looked at her belly and feet thoughtfully, stepped back, and nodded indulgently. "Of course, Clarissa. I'll have them brought up. Unlike before, you have the run of the Manor and estate. Simon's quarters are open for your visits. Just remember, my guards and eyes are everywhere, so no leaving the grounds, of course. If you go outside, you must be escorted. I have meetings in Alicante until this afternoon, but I expect you to join me for late lunch. 3pm. Wear something pretty and don't make me come find you. I'll leave you to your day and will shower and dress in my old room, for now." Clary frowned and watched him carefully, as he pulled on his black fluffy robe and stepped into the wardrobe. That had been too easy. Don't trust him. He's only trying to wear down my defenses.
She heard him rustling around in the wardrobe, gathering his things. Clary turned and started walking to the bathroom when she felt him rush up behind her and grab her by the hair. He roughly spun her around and jerked her head back, slamming his mouth against hers, kissing her savagely. Clary gasped and struggled against him. Growling into her mouth, he bit her lower lip, as she stilled warily. "I must say, I like this new, saucy side you're showing me, Clarissa. It's very sexy. I can't wait to explore it more after our daughter is born and you've physically recovered." Shit. Psycho. He shook her head in his fist and Clary whimpered. "You'll do well to remember, though, who is in charge here, kitten. Your attitude will only be tolerated to a point. Now, enjoy your time with your Simon Lewis… and remember he only lives because I fucking allow it. Behave, darling." Clary blinked up into his angry black eyes and nodded nervously. Don't push him too far. Simon.
Jonathan leaned down and gently kissed her lips and whispered against her mouth, as if he didn't have his fist painfully wrapped in her hair. Clary trembled, not daring to move. "Forget your detective, Clarissa. You're my wife not his…" He splayed his palm across her stomach. "My child, not his… my family. Mine. Love me back or I'll kill them all, starting with your very best friend. I expect a marked attitude adjustment when I return this afternoon, my love. If not, Lewis may lose some fingers. Chew on that, love." He kissed her again. Clary stiffened and whispered back into his mouth. "If you kill any more of the people I love– you'll regret it, Jon. I'll never stop hating you for it… never. So chew on that." Narrowing his eyes, he suddenly released her, gathered his clothes, and stalked from the room, slamming the door. Trembling, Clary rushed into the bathroom to wash his poison from her body. I have to get the hell out of here today before he attacks me or hurts Simon again. Fuck this waiting to be rescued shit. Everyone thinks I'm dead anyway.
Clary sat on the couch fake-chatting with Simon through the cell glass. She was sore between her legs from Jonathan's special attentions and her braxton-hicks contractions were bothering her. She drank more water and it helped. Walking seemed to help sometimes as well, so she had asked Emil to escort her outside. He was the only guard she felt remotely safe with, as she knew he was terrified of Jonathan, even if his eyes lingered on her. She had taken a long shower, styled her hair in thick waves, and applied makeup. She knew she looked good and had to use every tool at her disposal if they hoped to escape. She saw the way the men at Morgenstern Manor looked at her when Jonathan's head was turned. She wasn't above flirting to get what she needed to escape.
Simon had eaten all of his breakfast and they talked about everything except their circumstances, fearing Jonathan was listening or watching. Prick. She didn't mention what Jonathan had done to her, not wanting Simon worrying about anything else. I'll deal with that when I can. Back home. A nurse, Christine, came in after he ate. Clary watched as she finished assessing him and gave him a bottle of water and two painkillers. Simon took the pills and downed the water, smiling sweetly at Christine. She returned his smile and blushed. Apparently, Simon wasn't above a little flirting either. I love you Simon Lewis.
Clary asked Christine about Ruth, her former nurse. The woman paled, telling her that Ruth no longer worked at Morgenstern Manor. Clary swallowed and nodded knowingly, fighting back tears. He probably murdered her for helping me. Christine had walked to her and gathered her into her arms, trying to soothe Clary. She returned the hug, stealthily reaching into Christine's scrub pocket, and swiping her phone. She felt a stab of guilt, but swallowed it down with her tears. The nurse allowed her to come into Simon's cell to hold his hand as she continued her work. Clary leaned close to him, whispering words of comfort, among other things in his ear, while the nurse took his vitals and changed his dressings. Simon returned the whispers and they discussed possible escape scenarios. When she heard someone clear their throat behind her, she quickly slipped Simon the phone, as he pretended to sleep. Please be Emil. Not Jonathan.
Clary turned to find a smirking Nate leaning against the cell door. Fuck. The only goon I'm nervous around. He wore a tight black tee, dark gray cargo pants, tactical belt, and combat boots. She quickly flicked her eyes over his cuffs and keys hanging from his belt. His red and black Circle tattoo stood out brazenly on his muscled arm. Freak. He looked predatory and dangerous, quite different from the sweet, cute paralegal that had befriended her and Maia, so many months ago. Like a Jonathan wannabe. Lying piece of shit. Maybe they can start their own psycho boyband. "That's enough visiting for now, Clary. Emil mentioned you wanted to go outside today. Jonathan flew to Alicante, but will be back for a late lunch. So, I'll escort you. I sent Emil on some errands." He moved aside, his eyes tracking her, as she walked out to the couch and sat down. She ignored Nate and bent down, tightening the laces of her brown suede boots and pulled her thick fluffy socks higher, deftly checking that her gun was secure against her ankle. Jonathan, true to his word, had arranged to have all of her shoes and boots returned to the wardrobe after he left. On a whim, she checked her purple rain boots, shocked to find the fully-loaded gun she had stashed deep in the toe, months ago. From Jace. Ruth had smuggled it to her after Valentine's funeral, but Jonathan had the servants confiscate her shoes, so she couldn't run away. How on earth did no one find it?
Nate plopped down next to her on the couch, startling her. Too close. Such a fucking creep. Setting his hand on her knee, he leaned against her, smelling her hair and she side-eyed him. Ew. "Well, Clary? Do you want to take that walk or stay down here? We could watch movies together and cuddle… make out like teenagers. Or are you still mad at me?" He ran both hands through his thick light blonde hair and laughed. He then sat on his hands, as if trying to control himself. She knew he wanted her. He had been pretty obvious. How had she not seen his weird attraction to herbefore? Play along. Use it. I need to do recon and figure out how to escape. She swallowed and plastered a fake smile on her face, much to Nate's delight. "One thing I have learned, Nate. Is to get over things I cannot control… I'm not mad any longer. Just hurt. But, as you know, Jonathan wouldn't like us down here together for so long. He gets so jealous. Possessive. But, yes to the walk. Simon is finally sleeping and we don't have many pretty Fall days left before I'm locked up again. Winter is Coming." She saw Simon stiffen, trying not to laugh at her Game of Thrones reference. Seriously, dork? Painkillers. Game face, Lewis.
Quickly standing up, she pretended to stumble and Nate jumped up, catching her in his arms, not noticing Simon's reaction. Humming appreciatively, he held her a bit too tight, touching her stomach, but she ignored it. Apparently he has a thing about pregnant women. Perv. She really needed to get him alone, away from the guards outside. I need his keys. Placing his hand on her lower back, he led her out of the basement, past guards, and up the stairs to the main hall. Clary waited while Nate pulled his leather jacket from the closet. He turned and locked his light blue eyes on her, smirking while he slid on his jacket, flexing. Clary raised her eyebrows at him, smiling tightly. Did he just flex at me? This bitch seriously has no idea what a piece of shit he is.
He looked her over, as he seemed to do a lot. He wants you. Use it, but be careful. He swiped his hand through his thick blonde hair and licked his lips. Clary ignored his obvious attempts at flirting and flicked her eyes to the scratches on his face and neck. I hope they hurt. He smirked at her knowingly. "Don't worry, Clary. I'm not mad at you. I like them… they're like a kiss from the prettiest girl in school. Maybe I'll even have a few scars. Are you sure you'll be warm enough? We can go to your room and get a coat." You wish. He reminded her of a jerk frat boy, trying to charm his way into her dorm. No game. Clary intentionally wore a thick dark green fleece pullover and lined leggings, hoping to get a good look around outside. It was one of the few outdoor friendly casual outfits she could find. Jonathan had really over done it with the girly designer maternity clothes. "I'll be fine, Nate. I'll let you know if I'm cold. Mkay?" Humming, he pulled a thick blue scarf out of the closet, gently wrapping it around her neck, tutting at her when she stiffened. His eyes ran over her face as he gathered her hair from beneath the scarf and released it over her shoulders. Be cool. He's testing you. She sighed, swallowing her anger. It was Jonathan's scarf. He wore it the first time they met, nearly a year ago. Nate smiled down at her, his eyes flicking down to her belly and held out his arm. "Much better. Shall we?" Clary blushed and fake-smiled at him and laced her arm through his. "Sure, Nate. While we walk, why don't you tell me about yourself… well, your real self... Nightshade." Nate chuckled, leading her outside. "It would be my pleasure, Clary."
Jace carefully placed the ladder against the stonewall and silently motioned for Will, Alec, and Jem to hurry. They had spent most of the morning traveling to Morgenstern Manor by SUV, taking the backroads, to avoid being tracked. They were all decked out in tactical gear and dripping with weapons. Will managed to make contact with his man inside, who temporarily shut down the security along a section of the ancient stonewall that surrounded Morgenstern estates. He also told Will he would warn and clear any civilians out, using a fire alarm, leaving only Jonathan's men active. He knew from before that the manor was about five miles in, at the center of the estate, so they had a bit of a hike. There were a lot of woods to cover them, so that helped. Jace touched his knife, tucked in his boot and checked his gun, sliding it back into his holster. He planned to shoot Jonathan Morgenstern dead, and anyone else that stood in his way. This had to end today. No more laws, rules… I'll get as dirty as I have to. He will never come after her again. She deserves to be free and she will be.
Alec waited behind after Will and Jem scaled the ladder, dropping to the other side of the wall. Jace had barely spoken all day, which worried Alec. He had never seen Jace so stoic, silent… deadly. "Jace, I just hung up with Simon to let him know we're here. I still can't believe Clary was able to swipe a phone. He said that Nate freak just took Clary for a walk on the grounds, he doesn't know where. Said she has a gun." Jace's head snapped up, his eyes wide. Alec nodded at him. "She knows how to use it too. I'm so glad Izzy's safe in Paris. I don't know what I'd do if these psychos took her too. He's in the basement, broken arm, cracked ribs, but ready to fight his way out. He's tougher than I thought… I guess he was able to sweet talk a nurse into leaving his cell unlocked so he could ambulate or something for his recovery. There's guards outside his room, though. When we get close to the manor, I'll take Jem and we'll get him… You and Will do that Herondale magic shit and get Clary. We will meet back here ASAP, sound good?"
Jace looked up at the ladder and nodded, avoiding Alec's eyes. He grabbed the ladder to climb when he felt Alec's hand on his shoulder, stopping him. "Jace! Talk to me, man. Is it your head– should you sit this out and wait? You're worrying me–" Jace sighed heavily and looked at Alec. His best friend had always done everything honorably, by the book… The Law is Hard But it is the Law bullshit. It had always been one of the things Jace respected the most about him. Loved him for. He didn't want Alec to judge him or stop respecting him for what he would do today. "I'm fine Alec. Just a headache, which I'm medicated for. It's just– look man, I'm going to kill anyone that fucks with us or tries to stop me from getting her back. These sickos need to die and I– I thought she was dead yesterday… it changed how I'm going to do things, okay?" Jace took a deep breath when Alec squeezed his shoulder. "Jace, I'm here for this. For you, Clary, and Simon fucking Lewis. Our family. I will kill those monsters right beside you, brother. Don't worry about me and you, man. We're always good. You're my partner and brother. Now, let's go get her and that dumbass fiancé of my sister's." Jace smiled at Alec and nodded, climbing over the wall. I'm coming, baby.
Clary rubbed her forehead and pushed her hair back over her shoulder. She was developing a headache. Nate had talked almost incessantly during their walk, bragging about himself, his family's status in Idris… blah blah. He obviously was trying to tempt her from Jonathan. As if I want to go from one psycho to another. I'll choose the devil I know, thanks. He opened a large wrought iron gate that led to a small barn. Clary smiled when she saw chickens, ducks, and a few baby goats running around. "So, basically, Clary. As the Nightshade heir, I'm one of the few purely High-Idrian people in Idris, like yourself. More so genetically than Jonathan, due to his Verlac blood." Clary frowned and looked away. She hated when people talked about high-Idrians versus low. She knew Jonathan was made to feel less than by Valentine because of his Verlac blood. God. Stop being protective of Jonathan. He deserves nothing from me, especially pity.
Nate continued talking about himself and Clary tried not to roll her eyes. "Just think, if I'd met you before Jonathan, perhaps we would be together. You could have been mine, bearing the purist Idrian of all." He pursed his lips and looked away. "Valentine, though, decided to keep you for Jonathan. This was a contentious issue with The Circle, of course. Others should have been able to woo you as well, but he circumvented convention for his own gain." He held the gate open and partially blocked the entrance, forcing Clary to brush against him as she entered the barnyard. Jerk. So, Nate's like Valentine. He thinks he's entitled to my pure Idrian vagina too. Misogynist sickos. They're like a fucking cult. Clary stopped to rub her stomach. She felt a little nauseous and her headache was worsening. She pulled out her water bottle and took a deep drink. "That is very uh– interesting Nate… just remember, though. Jonathan didn't woo me. Everything I told you when you– pretended to be on my legal team was true. I was brought here under false pretenses, imprisoned, raped, terrorized, forced to marry him… you know the rest. You make me sound like a prized brooding mare. I don't appreciate that." She turned away and looked at the small barn. It had two ladders laying on the ground. She and Simon could hide here, then take the ladders to the wall and climb over. Except I'm eight months pregnant. The drop on the other side won't work. Fuck. She walked away from Nate and entered the barn. It was very well kept. She knew they raised chickens for eggs and goats for the dairy. Walking to the far end of the barn she found a bunk room. It had a few cots, blankets, telephone, and miscellaneous tools. This may work. First I just need to get Nate's keys to unlock Simon's cell… maybe steal a car. I know his key fob must unlock the front gates. I could just drive our asses out of here. Decisions, deci–
She heard him exclaim behind her and jumped, spinning to face him. "Whoa! Clary, I have some news." She turned around to see him reading his phone. He looked up at her, his eyes wide and excited. Relieved? "Jonathan texted, Clary. I have amazing news. Maia is not dead. Sh-she survived the fire and is expected to make a full recovery. He asked that I tell you immediately." Clary felt the blood drain from her face, her heart pounding in her chest. She clapped her hand to her chest and laughed, tears filling her eyes. "Maia… Oh my god. Alive?" Thank god. I hope she's okay. I hope Jace can talk to her and figure out I'm alive. Nate suddenly rushed towards her and hugged her excitedly, pressing himself against her, he covered her mouth with his, shoving his tongue in her mouth, forcing his kiss. Gasping, Clary pushed him away. "Sorry Clary… I didn't think. You're so beautiful. I just– I can't tell you how happy this news makes me. Now you can forgive me and we can–" Nate's face flew to the side as Clary slapped him hard across the face. This bitch…
Losing her temper she slapped him again and screamed. "Don't do that again Nate… Forgive you? How happy this makes you? You're the one who tried to burn her to death to begin with. I'll never fucking forgi–" Clary squealed as Nate grabbed her face in his hand, squeezing her jaw painfully. "Let go, you fucking– Ow!" Clary growled and tried to pry his hand from her face. He grabbed her wrists with his other hand and walked her backwards, violently slamming her into the wall. Clary gasped for air as a sharp pain exploded across her back, radiating to the front of her abdomen. Her head throbbed and her ears rang. Nate glowered over her, panting like an animal, slamming his hands against the wall on either side of her face. He pushed his hard groin against her, pinning her against the wall and began to ramble insanely. "Look what you made me do! That wasn't very nice, Clary. I just wanted to share our first kiss, to celebrate our happiness… our friend Maia is alive. Jonathan isn't here to stop us now. I-I want you so badly. I deserve you. I know you feel it– you even marked me last night. You should be a Nightshade, not a Morgenstern. Come away with me now. My family has a Manor too. I'll take care of you and your baby." He reached down and ran his hands across her breasts. Fucking creep. I really fucking hate Idrian men. Clary's heart began to pound and she felt another sharp pain shoot through her abdomen. Trying to catch her breath, she clutched her stomach, tearfully. No. No. It's too early.
Nate stood back from her, his brows knitting in concern. He cupped her face in his hands, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs. "I-I'm so sorry, Clary. I didn't mean to hurt you. Are you–" Clary hissed in pain as another strong contraction tore through her, her vision blurring. "N-Nate, I think there's something wrong. Pain– my baby." Clary cried out, as her knees buckled and Nate scooped her into his arms and rushed over to the cots, laying her down. Terrified, Clary felt a rush of liquid between her legs. Reaching down she pulled back her hand and whimpered. It was covered in blood. Nate's face paled and he murmured comforting words to her, but Clary couldn't hear anything except her own terrified thoughts. Too soon. She looked helplessly at Nate, tears falling down her face. Fumbling in his pocket, Nate pulled out his phone. "I need the ambulance sent to barn number one in sector three. It's Mrs. Morgenstern. I think she's in labor. Have the delivery unit staffed and ready. Yes. Hurry!" Nate leaned forward and hugged Clary, rubbing her back. Sobbing, Clary hugged him back, sliding her hand down to his belt, slipping his keys free and stuffing them up her sleeve. Clary screamed as another sharp contraction struck, she suddenly felt dizzy and nauseous, spots closing over her vision. Don't pass out!
Screaming, Clary awoke suddenly as another contraction ripped through her. Nate helped her sit up. She heard a large vehicle screech to a halt outside, doors opening, yelling, then silence. "The ambulance is here, Clary… It's going to be okay. Why aren't they coming in? Idiots. I'll be right back, sweetheart." He leaned forward and kissed her lips and Clary cringed away from him. His back to her, Nate crossed the bunkroom and pulled the door open. Clary reached down to get her gun from her boot to shoot him, when he suddenly froze. His body rigid, he raised his hands. Clary suddenly heard two short high pitched whooshing sounds, not unlike the pew-pew sound from the blasters in Star Wars. Nate's head flew back, blood and brains exploding through the back. Clary screamed then covered her mouth. She watched in horror as he fell backwards, thudding on the floor, dead. A figure appeared in the doorway and Clary gasped and began to sob, reaching out her arms. It was the love of her life. Jace fucking Herondale.
Jace and the team had just emerged from the woods behind a barn when they heard a woman scream within. Clary? Running around to the front of the barn, he froze when a small ambulance slammed on the brakes in front of them. Alec drew his gun and yelled for the driver and passenger to get out. They quickly jumped out with their hands raised as Will opened the back of the ambulance, securing it. Jace drew his gun, attached a silencer, quickly entered the barn, and headed toward voices behind a closed door. When the door flew open, he first thought Jonathan Morgenstern stood before him, but then realized it was that traitor bitch-boy, Nate. He froze and raised his hands, glaring at Jace. Looking past Nate, he caught a flash of red hair across the room. What had he done to her? Clenching his jaw, Jace flicked his eyes back to Nate and shot him twice in the forehead. He heard Alec behind him telling him he's got his back. Jace nodded without looking back. Alec would secure the open barn, while Jace got her out.
He then stepped through the doorway, quickly looked left, then right, securing the room, then straight at his beautiful woman. She began to cry and reached for him, as he holstered his gun and ran to her. He scooped her into his arms, lifting her from the cot, clutching her against him. She gripped the front of his shirt, her face against his chest, whimpering. "Clary, baby. I–I can't believe we found y–" He froze, his hand was covered in blood beneath her legs. Jace spun around and carried her toward the door. "Baby– were you shot? Stabbed? You're hurt!" Clary suddenly cried out, her body tightening in his arms, her words stuttered out of her. "Jace, baby is coming… I need the clinic at the manor. I think something's wrong–" Jace cried out as Clary went limp in his arms and started running. Seven weeks early… so much blood. No. No. Jace burst into the open barn carrying Clary and Alec's eyes widened in horror.
They rushed her to the ambulance, yelling at the EMT's. Afraid of their guns, or Morgenstern's wrath, they immediately put her on a stretcher and pushed it into the back of the ambulance. Jace jumped into the back with her and looked out at the team. Alec started to crawl in with him, but Jace shoved him back. "No Alec. You all keep going, according to plan, then get us out. I can't risk you all. She'll never be free if we all get caught." Will growled and locked eyes with Jace as Alec cursed loudly. "He's right, Lightwood. Okay, little cousin. We'll do this your way. Just watch your smartass mouth and stay fucking alive. I couldn't face Nana if anything happened to her second favorite grandson. We'll see you inside. Don't be dead then." Jace smirked at him and nodded. The doors closed and Jace turned to watch helplessly as the EMT's began cutting her shirt from her, applying stickers to her chest for the monitors, and starting an IV. He kneeled down next to the stretcher and pulled her hand to his lips. "Please be okay, baby. I'm here. I love you, Clary." Clary opened her eyes and squeezed his hand, slipping a set of keys into his palm. Jace's eyes widened. His magnificent fiancé had swiped a set of keys. Nate's? So fucking brave. "I love you too, Jace. I need you, baby. I'm so scared. Please don't let them separate us." Jace leaned his face down next to hers, kissing her cheek. "Let them try, sweetheart. Let them try." Jace looked up at the nervous EMT. He had dark blonde hair sticking out from a scrub cap and wore a medical vest with his name on it. David. Jace narrowed his eyes at the frightened man and leveled his gun at his chest. "Nice vest, David. I think you and I should have a little talk."