A/N: Here's a little continuation of pieces like the previous chapter. I realised I missed doing Rose's part last time, so I had to add it here, as well as some other things I wanted to write. Sorry some are short, but I got tireder as it went on. Haha.

Savannah was used to the crowds at the Clave meetings. Slipping through the doors, she scanned the room. Usually she sat with the New York Institute residents, but lately she'd been gracing someone else with her presence. Spotting the Shadowhunter in question sitting with others who lived in Idris, Savannah sat down at the seat he'd saved beside him. Leaning over, she hovered her lips near his ear. "Did you miss me?" she whispered.

Her boyfriend - Jesse Penhallow – looked over at her with a grin, his blue eyes alight. "Of course I did." His strawberry-blonde hair was swept to one side, and she reached out a hand to run her fingers through it, fixing a strand that was out of place. "How long can you stay for?"

Lowering her hand, she pretended to consider for a moment. "Only one night. I'm sorry," she sighed, noting his look of disappointment. "I've got a lot of work to do in New York. But I promise I'll make it a good one."

"I wish you could stay for longer," he admitted, and she smiled at the forlorn look he gave her, and she leaned forward to kiss him, briefly.

"Next time," she promised as she pulled back, although she'd said that before. The elusive 'next time' never seemed to come. But that was the way she played it. Jesse had spent a few months at another Institute, before moving back to Idris, where he'd grown up. She'd met him there, in between her Clave duties, and had immediately become closer to him. The Penhallows were well known to be a wealthy and influential Shadowhunter family, and his mum, Jia, also happened to be the Consul. It was exactly the kind of connection she wanted. If dating the Consul's son could get her into a good Clave position, she didn't mind it at all. Besides, her parents had also been keen when they'd heard, so at least she had someone suitable to bring along to family things.

Their conversation was interrupted as the Clave meeting began. Savannah took his hand, running her thumb lightly against it. While she might have looked the picture of a girl in love, she was also attentively taking in the words being spoken, not wanting to miss anything.

When the meeting eventually came to an end, she stood up, and Jesse followed suit. "I have a few errands to run. I'll meet you back at your place," she said, squeezing his hand before she released it. "Don't miss me too much."

He reluctantly agreed, and she disappeared into the crowd, making sure she talked to all the important people that she needed to.

ooOoo

The Penhallows owned a large house on Princewater Street in Alicante, which she had visited a number of times. It was large enough that she and Jesse could hang out, without being interrupted. Besides, his family was often busy with Clave tasks, anyway. Finding it easily after the meeting, the door granted her access when she pressed her hand against it, and she slipped inside. Starting up the stairs, she then made her way down the hallway to his room. Pausing outside the door, she could hear the faint sounds of a shower turned on in the adjoining bathroom. She could have joined him in the shower, but she wasn't in the mood, especially after she'd styled her hair earlier in the day.

Instead, she walked into his room, over towards his bed. He kept his room relatively clean – she was sure Jia would kill him if he didn't – and he had drawers that slid out to store his weapons in, so they were out of the way. Stopping once she'd reached the bed, she undid the buttons on her shirt, taking it off and discarding it on the ground, before adding her pants as well. Lounging on the bed comfortably, she rested her head against her hand as she waited. She'd purposely worn red and black lacey lingerie, the colours of which she knew suited her nicely.

Listening to the shower as she waited, her gaze scanned the room. She'd found that boys were content to accept even a small amount of her time, as many couldn't believe how lucky they were to be dating a pretty girl like her. They would take what they could get – even if that meant a night or day of her time, every few weeks or so. With her Shadowhunter work, she was able to play the long-distance card. It was good, because it made it easier for her to pretend to take the whole 'dating' thing seriously, especially when they wouldn't be able to hold her attention for longer periods. Shadowhunter boys were often the same – boring after a while, and rigid in their views. Downworlders were certainly more intriguing, even if she knew such a thought would be frowned upon.

Hearing the shower turn off, she looked over at the door leading to the bathroom expectantly. Jesse emerged, draping a towel around his lower half, with his hair still dripping wet. He paused when he saw her, his gaze keenly taking her in.

Beckoning him over, she smiled, in a secretive way that she knew they always liked. She was good at drawing them in. "I've been waiting. Come on."

He didn't need much encouragement, walking over quickly to lay down and join her. She moved to kiss him, running a hand down his chest, feeling the usual muscles that Shadowhunters had from their training, and he eagerly returned the kiss. Laughing when some water flicked on her cheek from his hair, she pulled him closer, and they tangled together, their hands roaming until there were no barriers left.

Gripping his father's longsword in his hands, Caspian paced near base, watching out for his father. He would do it this time, as he knew he couldn't draw it out much longer. Rumours were spreading about how alike they looked, he was sure, although he would not address them fully.

It took a while, before some of the new recruits from the battle walked through the trees nearby to base. There was a pile of weapons taken from the battle, and they bent down to look through them, as if picking their own to use. Catching sight of his father, Caspian swallowed, before straightening. His wings were visible through the back of his shirt – one of the noticeable differences between them. Walking towards him with purpose, he stopped just a little way away, observing him for a moment. His father tested out the weight of the sword, before discarding it and reaching for another. It was a surprise seeing one of his eyes darkened to a black colour, although he should have expected it. That was evidence that he was a full Hunt member now.

Caspian cleared his throat. "You'll want this one," he said, holding out the sheathed longsword towards him. His father stared at him questioningly for a moment, before lowering his gaze to it. After hesitating momentarily, he then reached out and took it, unsheathing it. Studying the blade, his hand fitted around the grip, as if it was made for him, and he gave him an appreciative yet puzzled look.

"How did you know the perfect one for me?" he asked as he sheathed it again, looking over at Caspian.

"I just knew," Caspian replied vaguely, turning away. However, he was startled when his father reached out and grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Wait," he urged, finally releasing his arm. "Who are you really? I can tell you know me, and you look-…"

Caspian cut him off, taking a step backwards. "It doesn't matter now," he stated, brusquely. "It's better if you don't know who I am or what I did. Let's just leave it at that."

He could tell his father was about to protest, so he started away before he could, weaving through the other faeries with ease, until he reached the trees again. Slipping through them, into their cover, he exhaled slowly. How could he ever explain that it was his fault that his father had died and been forced to join the enemy?

He didn't know if he'd ever be able to bring himself to.

What did one wear to a Clave summoning in Idris? Rose wasn't sure.

Somehow, her usual floral dresses did not feel like they'd fit the occasion. So she'd worn some pants and a plain top, feeling a little naked without her usual makeup. They didn't fit that well anymore, but then again, none of her clothes did. Her hair was just past her shoulders now, and she tied that up as well, although a few curls had since fallen from their binding, to frame her face.

She hadn't eaten anything since the previous day, and her stomach grumbled at her every so often, as if reminding her. However, she hadn't felt like eating anything, knowing she wouldn't be able to keep it down, when she was so anxious about the summoning. Would they kick her out of the Institute? And if they did, then where would she go?

All she could hear was the loud ticking of a clock as she waited in a small meeting room in Alicante. There was no one to talk to, so she found she couldn't escape her thoughts. Everything had felt strange and off after she'd received the letter, and she felt like she'd lost what little control over her life that she'd had left.

She was startled when three Shadowhunters entered the room, and she couldn't read anything from their serious expressions. Sitting down at the other side of the desk, they studied her. Being examined so closely, she felt self-conscious, resisting the urge to curl into her seat.

"Rose, we've summoned you here today to ask you some questions," the female Shadowhunter started, and Rose lowered her gaze to a pen at the edge of the desk. "It's important that we know where you stand."

If they were waiting for a spoken response, they didn't get one, as Rose simply gave a brief nod, to show that she'd heard.

"Is it true that your mother has ties to the Seelie Court?"

Rose nodded again, growing sad at the reminder of her mum. "Yes."

"Is it true that your father tried to start you on Shadowhunter training, and you refused?"

"Yes," Rose replied, hesitantly, still avoiding their gaze. The female Shadowhunter seemed to be the one asking the questions, while the two males just watched and took notes.

"Is it true that you dated a faerie for a while – one who was formerly an Unseelie member?"

"Yes," she said, swallowing. "His name was Blake." The name seemed to be inconsequential to them, as they moved on.

"Is it true that you reject your Shadowhunter heritage, and refuse to go on Hunts or help out with Shadowhunter matters?"

"… Yes," she whispered, wondering why they asked the questions, when they obviously already knew the answers.

Leaning back in her chair, the female Shadowhunter exchanged a look with the others. "We know that you have been through a lot with the situation with the Hunt faeries. But with the bit of faerie blood that you have, you must understand that the Clave is already inclined to err on the side of caution. For you to live in the Institute, and so vehemently reject our ways, it is a concern. And with the people you are inclined to hang out with, it worries us that you might pass on classified information from the Institute. Do you understand it from our point of view?"

Numbly, Rose ran a finger over a papercut on one of her fingers. It had bled earlier, and now it was just an ugly mark marring her skin. She'd always hated such marks, even if she had suffered much worse at the hands of the Wild Hunt members.

"Rose?" she said questioningly, and Rose realised they were all staring at her. Still, she couldn't bring herself to say anything in response, as if weary.

The Shadowhunter who had asked the questions tapped a pen against the desk when Rose still didn't seem to respond. "You must be tired after your trip here," she sighed. "We've set up a room for you to sleep in tonight, at one of the residences. Have a good sleep, and we'll talk on the matter again tomorrow. It'll give us some time to deliberate on this."

They rose to their feet, and she extended her hand out to pass Rose a piece of paper. Rose took it and looked down at the neat writing, which had an address on it.

"See you tomorrow, at nine am," she said, before they started out of the room, leaving Rose alone, as she often was, lately.

The Seelie Queen often came out with things when he least expected it, and Kellan sometimes wondered whether she enjoyed surprising him. They'd just had a nice picnic lunch together, which consisted of faerie fruit and some sparkling drinks, while overlooking a slow flowing river.

They had been sitting in a contented silence for a moment, as their food went down, before she spoke again. "I sense you have been worried about the Hunt," she remarked, and he nodded.

"It is hard when I do not know how they are faring," he admitted, although he tried to word it carefully. "I do worry about them, at times."

"Of course, and I know you take your duties seriously, as any Queen's son should," she said, inclining her head. "That is why I will let you go back to attend to them."

Inhaling quickly in surprise, he wondered whether he'd heard correctly, and his gaze flickered over to her. "Really? I-… I appreciate that," he said, still a little shocked as he tried to gather his thoughts. "They will no doubt be wondering where I am."

"Then let's not let them wonder, anymore," she said, rising to her feet, and he rushed to do the same. While he did not know all the Seelie customs, he did know it was rude to sit when a Queen stood. "I have some things to attend to, so Aedyn will take you back," she continued, beckoning the guard over, where he waited to the side.

"Alright," Kellan agreed, meeting her gaze. "Thank you again, for being so understanding on this matter."

"You are welcome," she said, turning away, before she paused, slowly. "Oh, and Kellan?"

"Yes?" he inquired, questioningly.

"I hope you miss the Seelie, at least a bit," she added, still not facing him. "You know it will always be a home for you." With that, she started away, before he could try and think up a suitable response.

Watching her go, he then turned to follow Aedyn. He didn't doubt that there would be a part of him that would miss it, even if it would be so much easier if he didn't.

There was no point in trying to deny it.