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Jace Morgenstern's Unlucky Streak 7/? 
16th-Feb-2015 04:52 pm
Chlace---Chloe/Jace Wayland -SV/TMI
JaceChloeSequel2
Title: Jace Morgenstern's Unlucky Streak
Sequel to: Jace Wayland's Unstealthy Stalking
Characters: Chloe/Jace, Lois, Clark, Magnus/Alec, Jocelyn, Luke, Isabelle, others...
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Chloe is settling into life as the last Wayland. Lois is training. Jace is highly annoyed with Lois and Jocelyn, who tend to interrupt him and Chloe when he least wants them to. But with Valentine still loose, the Inquisitor breathing down their necks, and an unexpected arrival, they all have more important things to worry about.

The cells where Jace was being kept in were deep under the bowls of the Silent City, and while Chloe knew that he had no way of even knowing she was there, she took comfort in knowing he was. She hadn't thought they would conduct her trial separately from his, had assumed everyone would be lined up and interrogated one by one, but apparently this would not be so. She didn't know whether to be comforted or not by the fact that both Jocelyn and Maryse were dismayed at this as well. The Inquisitor wouldn't hear from them, had silenced them with a threat to have them barred from the interrogation, so the women had only been able to follow silently as they made their way to the Silent City.

Chloe saw Brother Jeremiah from before, he was the only Silent Brother who she didn't dislike, and that was only because she'd felt that while he was emotionless as the others, he had wanted to help her with the block and not just show they were stronger than Magnus by bringing it down. She nodded to him and while he didn't acknowledge Chloe somehow knew he didn't approve of what was going on.

The Council were gathered as witnesses to the trial by Sword, Jocelyn and Maryse forced to stand outside of their circle as the Inquisitor began to name the charges brought against Chloe.

The blonde ignored the whole ceremony of it, her eyes on the sword hung on the wall above the Speaking Stars in the council chamber. It was enormous, had a straight double-edged blade and a one-handed hit which sported an elaborated design of outspread wings emerging from the point where the blade met the handle.

One of the Council took the sword from the sound and handed it to the Inquisitor, who wielded the sword as she moved towards Chloe. "For those present, confirm that you submit yourself to trial by the Sword willingly, and that you understand that once I place the Soul-Sword in your hands it will not be able to be removed until I will it so."

Chloe looked up at her and nodded. "I confirm."

"You have all heard her." Victory flashed through those eyes as the Inquisitor placed the sword in Chloe's hands.

Suddenly coolness rippled through Chloe's body and she took in a deep breath as her hands clamped around the Angel Sword. Images raced through her eyes similar to when the block on the Mortal Cup had been removed. Jonathan Shadowhunter stood in front of her, the Angel Raziel hovering over the water of the lake as he held out the Mortal Cup to the man who would become the first Shadowhunter. Once the Cup had been received, the angel held out the Soul-Sword towards the man and while Chloe couldn't hear what was being said, she somehow knew the name of the blade in her possession. "Maellartach." It was as if whispering the name broke the vision, and it shattered all around her like glass to reveal behind it the Council of the Silent Brothers and the Inquisitor watching her, the latter with wide eyes.

It was then that that she realized that it didn't hurt to hold the now glowing sword. She'd heard that it was agonizing, that it was supposed to be like having millions of hooks embedded into you, and yet Chloe felt nothing

The Inquisitor seemed to shake herself before she moved closer, a burning fever in her eyes. "For the council, confirm who you are."

"I am Chloe Sullivan, although my Shadowhunter name would be Wayland and not Sullivan." Chloe had wondered if forcing the truth out would trigger the pain, but she still felt nothing.

The Inquisitor nodded. "Are you in league with Valentine Morgenstern?"

She cut right to the chase, didn't she? "No. I am not."

"But your mother is working with him."

"She's being forced to work for him. While she was herself she helped the Clave defeat Valentine, although you people seem to easily forget that sort of thing."

The Inquisitor paused and eyed her before she continued. "Were you truly the living vessel of the Mortal Cup?"

"Yes, since I was a child." Chloe licked her lips. "The Cup protected itself and chose to enter me in energy form where it remained until Valentine Morgenstern removed it through a process that nearly killed me. If it wasn't for him and Jace I would be dead."

"So you feel like you owe Valentine Morgenstern," the woman jumped on that.

"I don't owe him anything. If he hadn't started the Uprising none of this would've happened in the first place." She narrowed her eyes at the woman. "I grew up thinking my mother didn't care for me, never loved me, because of him."

"So you are on the side of the Clave."

"No." Chloe could see everyone react to that. "I don't give a crap about the Clave. I couldn't care less if your organization fell tomorrow never to rise again. But that doesn't mean that I want an active part in that fall. I think your archaic, self-righteous and utterly disgustingly superior attitude will get you all in your own time." She raised her chin. "I want nothing to do with the Clave or with Valentine Morgenstern. I choose to live amongst the Mundanes as one of them, as I have my whole life. The two of you can fight for power like dogs after a bone if you want. I. Don't. Care."

"Harsh words from the one that the Mortal Cup chose to inhabit." The Inquisitor circled her like a predator. "One might think that you were knowingly conditioned to feel this way. That someone knew of your future importance as a relic, and that that someone chose to purposely align you with the Morgensterns to keep you from fulfilling your true purpose."

She was sick and tired of people telling her she had a 'true' purpose in life. Valentine swore she did in his plans, now the Inquisitor apparently thought she did for the Clave. "I'm not a relic. I'm not a thing. The Mortal Cup hijacked my body. That's it." She raised her chin. "It's gone now, and with it anything that made me special." Or so she tried to make herself believe. But she knew deep down inside that whatever Valentine had done to her would show up with consequences someday, it might've already done so. Either way, she knew that she was lying, to herself and everyone in the room, when she said that.

And that thought made her pause as she gazed down at the glowing sword. Wasn't it supposed to be impossible to lie under the influence of the Soul-Sword?

"Have you been in contact with Valentine or your mother or any other known associate of Morgenstern's since you returned from captivity?"

"No." She shook her head. "Of course I haven't."

"Do you have knowledge of Jonathan Morgensetern, Lois Lanaera, Jocelyn Morgenstern or even Lucian Grayback being in contact with Valentine Morgenstern or any of his associates, such as Hodge Starkweather, since your release from captivity?"

"They would never do that." She was growing annoyed but fought to remain calm.

"Do you know if the Lightwoods have been in contact with Valentine Morgenstern or any of his associates?"

Maryse visibly flinched, insulted horror on her face.

Chloe shook her head. "They haven't."

"That you know of," the Inquisitor pressed.

"Wasn't that the question?" Chloe lipped.

Jocelyn couldn't hide the smirk from her face.

The Inquisitor asked Chloe question after question, and she answered them, almost without thought, her gaze on the sword. There was no way that the Mortal Sword wasn't working on her, right? What possible reason—? Her eyes then widened as she wondered if the fact that she'd harbored the Mortal Cup's energy inside of her for so many years, if maybe her body wasn't used to the angelic energy of the Mortal Instruments and was so used to it that it didn't respond to it? Or maybe the Mortal Sword recognized that she'd been the vessel of the same angelic energy that it itself was embowed with… and it didn't feel the need to work on her?

The thought made her dizzy.

"Did Valentine tell you what he planned on doing with the Mortal Cup?"

She leveled the Inquisitor with a look which was not only highly insulting, but also visibly questioned the woman's intelligence. "Of course he didn't."

"Did he tell Jonathan Morgenstern of his plans?"

"No. He didn't."

"Did he tell Lois Lanaera his plans?"

Why the hell would Valentine—? "No. He didn't."

"Did he tell you why he wanted you three there?"

Chloe tilted her head as she eyed the Inquisitor. "Because we're important."

"Important." She latched onto that word and stormed towards her. "Important how?"

"I don't know." Chloe narrowed her eyes. "He never gave a specific reason."

She waited for the exact question to try her theory out on, and soon the Inquisitor gave her the opportunity she'd been searching for when she asked: "If your mother hadn't been supposedly forced to work for Valentine by the use of a Loyal To rune, if she'd been a part of his plans willingly, would you have joined their side?"

Chloe stared straight into the Inquisitor's eyes and tightened her grip on the Sword as she lied. "I wouldn't have even been tempted to do so." She waited but there was no pain. No uncomfortableness. Nothing. She fought showing the shock she felt bubbling up within her.

The Inquisitor came towards her and hesitated a second before she reached out and took the Sword from Chloe and handed it to another of the Council.

Chloe Wayland has gone through Trial by the Sword and her testimony has been accepted by the Sword, and by the Council. The voice of the Council of the Silent Brothers echoed through her head, and she wondered if this meant that while holding the sword they hadn't been able to read her mind.

"And by the Inquisitor," the woman raised her head. "The innocence of Chloe Wayland having been confirmed, it is now my duty as Inquisitor to remand her into the custody of the Clave."

Chloe's eyes widened, sure she must've heard that wrong. If they believed that she was innocent, why the hell would they want to arrest her?

"What?" Jocelyn pushed forwards in outrage. "You can't be serious!"

"I'm very serious." The Inquisitor raised her chin. "She is to be taken tonight, via portal, to Idris, where representatives of the Clave await her."

"You have no right to do this!" Chloe cried out as the Silent Brothers began to encircle her. "I've done nothing wrong! You know I haven't! I'm innocent!"

"Exactly." The Inquisitor nodded as she turned towards the blonde. "And it is because you are an innocent that I am protecting you from the Morgenstern taint. You were the only living vessel ever to have been taken, annointed, chosen, by the Mortal Cup. You are of religious importance to Shadowhunters worldwide." She raised an eyebrow. "You will be taught by the Clave in a sanctioned class room and learn to be a part of our society, all the while you will be properly looked after by a Clave-appointed guardian."

"You can't do this!" Chloe turned her wide-greens on Jocelyn.

The woman was already pushing her way through the throng of Silent Brothers to stand in front of the Inquisitor. "Imogen, I have been taking care of her, I have her father's blessing, there is no reason-."

"He is not her father, merely the Mundane who cast her aside once he realized she was not of his flesh and blood." The Inquisitor emotionally cut Chloe with those words, even though they weren't directed at her but at Jocelyn. "You have not allowed her to be trained by the Metropolis Institute, Jocelyn Morgenstern, and while I will admit to your help during the Uprising you have done nothing that would inspire trust since your return." The Inquisitor's eyes narrowed. "We cannot have the human vessel of the Mortal Cup to be further tainted by any Morgenstern."

"I am a Fairchild, not a Morgenstern!" Jocelyn snapped. "I am her mother's parabatai! It is a sacred bond! In any normal circumstance there would be no questioning my right to raise the child!"

"You are correct, in most circumstances, the parabatai bond is honored." The Inquisitor smiled a sour smile. "But this is not most circumstances, Jocelyn Morgenstern. This child is not most children. The Mortal Cup, one of our most sacred and holy treasures lived within her. This means that she belongs to Idris and to the Clave. She belongs to Shadowhunters."

"I don't belong to any of you!" Chloe struggled to break free but found herself unable to move. Her gaze went to the Silent Brothers around her and realized they must've done something to her when she wasn't paying attention. Her eyes, horrified and scared for the first time, turned to the Inquisitor. "If there's anyone I belong to, it's Jace. He's mine and I'm his."

The Inquisitor's face closed off. "That's just something we can't allow." And with that she motioned to the men. "Take her away."


Lucy gazed down silently from her vantage point and observed the entrance to the Silent City. She'd been on the prowl when her contact had let her know what was going on, that a trial was taking place, which was highly irregular considering that most trials were conducted with more witnesses. While she could've gotten in to see what was going on, there was no way she could've done so and not be seen. It was why she'd stayed outside and merely waited. She could be patient when it was worth it.

A lone figure moved towards the entrance of the Silent City and stood, obviously awaiting something. He had a Downworlder vibe to him, and from his looks she figured he was a Child of Lilith. The only reason for a Warlock to come to the Silent City was because there was need of a portal to take the tried to Idris, that they couldn't wait or didn't wish to delay the transport. The thing was that the Trial had yet to finish, so that meant that the Inquisitor had started the trial with the intention of taking whoever was being tried to Idris, no matter the outcome.

Blue eyes narrowed as Lucy realized that that could only mean that the trial was a pretense and that the Clave had always had the intention of the subject being remanded into their custody.

She sunk deeper into the shadows and watched as a procession emerged from the Silent City. Between the Silent Brothers, obviously a victim to their craft, was her cousin. Lucy's eyes widened and she fought the instinctive desire to help the blonde, but she knew that there was no way she'd be able to help Chloe, not right now, and definitely not by herself. So she watched as the girl was escorted towards the Warlock, who upon seeing the procession, began the process of opening a portal between Metropolis and Idris.

The Inquisitor was there, standing rigidly and pompously, clearly pleased with how this night had gone. Lucy wondered where Jocelyn Morgenstern was because she was sure that that woman would've been there as Chloe's guardian. Also, why were they escorting Chloe to Idris? Had the trial proven her to be a traitor? Lucy doubted that, mostly because she'd been observing the others for a while now and out of everyone Chloe was the least suspicious. The blonde didn't leave the house unless it was to go to school, or to go to the coffee place to work on the Torch with her yummy friend, or to go on a date and make out with her (most probably) evil boyfriend. Other than that Jocelyn kept Chloe home.

It was everyone else who seemed suspicious to Lucy.

So why was Chloe being taken?

They obviously want her for some reason. Does this mean that the rumors of the Mortal Cup having a human host were true? Was the host Chloe? Lucy frowned darkly. If it was true and the host had been Chloe, this would make sense. The nephilim were known for keeping things or people culturally or religiously important to them close in Idris.

Look at Baba Agnieszka for example. Not only was she one of eight living warlocks who claimed to have been been born earlier than Jonathan Shadowhunter, but Baba Agnieszka was also the elder sister of Elphas the Unsteady, who was the first Downworlder that Jonathan Shadowhunter directly interacted with and whose friendship with Shadowhunter set a precedent which lasted more than four hundred years. In honor of her family connection, the Nephilim had built and now maintained a cottage for Baba Agnieszka and she has lived quietly in Idris since 1452. From what Lucy had heard, the Warlock had deteriorated mentally due to eccentricity and isolation, but she was a holy relic to the Nephilim despite this.

If Chloe truly had been the human host of the Mortal Cup, her cousin would have a greater cultural and religious significance to Idris as a whole and Shadowhunters as a species.

It would also mean that Chloe's life, as she knew it, would change once more.

Lucy narrowed her eyes as she watched as the portal was summoned (Idris visible on the other side) and a Silent Brother walked Chloe through it before it closed up behind them.


"What do you mean they took her? Where did they take her?" Lois shot up out of her bed. "Luke, stop growling! I can't understand-." Her eyes widened in horror. "What? They can't do that!" She shook her head. "I don't give a crap who they are! They can't just kidnap her like that! What is it with these damned Shadowhunters and kidnapping her?!" She hurried out of her bedroom and stumbled in the dark before she made it to Magnus' bedroom and threw the door open. "Magnus! Put your underwear on!"

The warlock sat up straight in bed and looked at her with bleary eyes. "Why should I-?"

"The Inquisitor has captured Chloe and sent her to Idris!" Lois turned on the lights and ignored Magnus' shriek as they blinded him. "We need to do something!"

Magnus (hands up to cover his eyes from the bright lights) blinked his sleep-filled eyes at her. "Did they find her guilty?"

Lois shook her head and pressed the speakerphone option on her phone. "Luke says that she was found innocent... Right Luke?"

"Correct." Luke sounded less agitated than Lois, and yet barely. "From what I've managed to get out of Jocelyn, they want her to be "under the protection" of the Clave and to be taught, protected, and "raised" by them."

"In other words they want total control over her." Magnus yawned as he rubbed his eyes.

Luke let out a growl. "Exactly."

"If they can't have the Cup, they'll take the Cup Bearer." Magnus stretched in bed, far too calm for Lois' tastes. "I don't think anyone should be surprised at this outcome." He finally rose from the bed and the sheet fell from around his narrow hips to reveal that she'd been right and he hadn't been wearing any underwear.

Lois, too used to this by now, didn't even blink. "What are we going to do?"

"Nothing we can do at this moment, not until everyone else has been tried by the Sword." Magnus gave a stretch. "Once that is done, then we can form a battle plan."

"But we can't just leave her-!"

"Lois." Magnus turned his cat-eyes on her. "Even though she's a prisoner, your cousin isn't going to be mistreated. She'll be fine, in fact, they'll try and pamper her... most probably against her will." His lips twitched. "I'm sure she can handle some forced pampering until we can figure a way to get her back."

Lois let out a ragged breath. "What if we can't get her back?"

"We will," Luke promised her.

She stared at the phone and fought the urge to cry.


Jace had terrible nightmares of twisted, horrifying sounds that were almost like screams and yet weren't. He tossed and turned, and then he realized that he wasn't asleep and shot up in bed in time for an explosion to rock the ceiling of his cell.

He was up in a flash, eyes wide as he realized that the sounds of slaughter and mayhem were all around him. He yelled, shook at his bars, and tried to get out, tried to help the Silent Brothers, but then the Silent City lived up to its name and the world went soundless.

The youth narrowed his golden eyes and peered into the darkness as the sound of steady footsteps moved towards his cell. He didn't have his Angel Blade, not even his stele, but by the Angel he was not going to die without taking a couple of them with him!

Suddenly a shadow turned the corner and a gasp escaped Jace's lips as he saw who it was.

"Jonathan." His father moved towards him and eyed the prison. "What are you doing here?"

"Father." Jace's eyes widened. "What have you done?"

Valentine Morgenstern lifted his hand and Jace realized that he held the Mortal Sword. "I am in need of this and I doubt the Silent Brothers would've just handed it to me without a...quarrel."

Jace felt a mixture of emotions as he grabbed the bars. "You're going to start another Uprising."

"No, this will be different." There was an odd way in which his face twisted when he said that. "You disappoint me, Jonathan."

He tightened his grip on the bars and fought the urge to curl up at those words.

"You let them take her." Valentine frowned at him. "You just let the Clave have her. You gave her up without even an ounce of fight."

Immediately the emotion within him changed as his grip tightened harder. "What are you talking about?"

Valentine eyed him before he blinked. "You did not know."

"Did not know what?" Jace snarled.

Valentine raised an eyebrow. "The girl was taken to Idris tonight. She is out of both of our hands now, perhaps forever."

"No." Jace shook his head. "We're just going to have a trial by Sword and then-."

"She had her trial, this very night." Valentine was incredibly well informed. "They took her, son."

"No." Jace shook the bars.

"If you had stayed with me, none of this would have happened." Valentine sighed. "I will leave you here or they will assume you helped me." He shook his head. "Until later, my son." And with that he slipped into the darkness.

Jace leaned his forehead against the bars and stared ahead of him in shock.

His father couldn't be telling the truth!

He couldn't!

Comments 
17th-Feb-2015 01:19 am (UTC)
"once I place the Soul-Sword in your hands it will not be able to be removed until I will it so."
She wanted to ask her many questions and make her suffer for a long time.

And now I wonder why Chloe had thst vision... and why was she able to lie and don't feel pain?

I can't believe she'll have to be raised by the Clave! I suspect this bitch will be her new guardian.
They had already decided to send het to Idris before the trial! And their intentions are not good.

Valentine again! Curious here... what is he up to?

Guess what... Chloe will probably be born in 5 or6 weeks. Apparently my body can't handle the pregnancy for much longer...
17th-Feb-2015 07:46 am (UTC) - Prayers
That's still a lot of time for her body to grow. Even if she is a preemie she's a fighter. And you can still be her momma if she needs to be in NICU. *Hugs*
18th-Feb-2015 12:51 am (UTC)
@noellesullivan
Yes, she definitely was going to get all of her questions answered, no matter how much it pained.

Imogen definite;y had everything planned. If Chloe was innocent, then she'd do what she did - send her there to keep her from being corrupted. But if Chloe had been found guilty, she would've been sent to Idris to be de-contaminated by the Clave.

OMG. Please let me know when it happens (or, well, make sure your brother lets me know - since you'll be busy giving birth and all!)
18th-Feb-2015 01:42 am (UTC)
I'll let you know when it happens ;)
18th-Feb-2015 01:43 am (UTC)
I'll let you know when it happens ;)
17th-Feb-2015 06:15 am (UTC)
i just read the first book, so i have no idea how close you are to the original.... did valentine really steal the sword befor jace could be trailed... and what is luci doing... so many questions...

why don't you take the sword and tell me all yor secrets.. :D
17th-Feb-2015 07:57 am (UTC) - Lies
I'm sure her awesome powers of misdirection would allow her to just talk circles around us till we forgot the question.

Her ability to create these fictional realities would serve to make her impervious to pain since she could just escape into her mind instead of feeling the sensation of "having millions of hooks embedded."

With her gift of summarizing her work, she'd probably feed us a juicy tale to convince us that we should be holding the sword till she can finish typing her crossover for the rest of the trilogy.

Edited at 2015-02-17 11:15 pm (UTC)
18th-Feb-2015 12:54 am (UTC) - Re: Lies
@reyeslu
Girl! I burst out laughing again! *awesome powers of misdirection* seriously sounds like a super power!
I'll be the Misdirectioner! (sounds like someone who wanted to be a part of One Direction and got rejected).
18th-Feb-2015 12:52 am (UTC)
@maple86

You're reading the books! (dances around) How did you like the first one????

I won't ruin it for you and tell you how close I am to the original. You'll just have to read the second book ;)

Sword? What sword? *whistles innocently* Not me, not the girl!
17th-Feb-2015 07:36 am (UTC) - Sitting up to Clap
Ooooh goody a Magnus sighting! I love how he sardonically states that we all should have seen Chloe being taken by the Clave. Well geez, ya handsome rascal, not all of us have centuries of experience of dealing with this "archaic, self-righteous and utterly disgustingly superior attitude" of the Clave!

It was just enough Magnus to balance all the SHTF this chapter, because what other character was going to calm my hyperventilating fan girl heart down with that ice bucket of reality.

Just when I'm over getting slapped with a duh-doy moment from Magnus, you're like turn the other cheek. Valentine is on the scene with a short, but very emotional moment between father and son. Can you see the red marks? I'm just glad you didn't put on any brass knuckles as you typed that scene.

I know Valentine is a revolutionist, but a teensy tiny part of me wants him and Jace to have a functional father-son relationship. Maybe it was the way I was reading it in my head, but I just want to believe that Valentine was glad that he misjudged his son.

...And this behavior of the Clave is making me kinda want to join Valentine's side. I hope I'm quoting this right, but, um...

"The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is its natural manure.” ― Thomas Jefferson

So, while I don't usually go for bloody conflict in my recreational activities, I am prepared for the inevitable in this plot. In your Blade fiction, it was mostly nameless/faceless characters that died. This story though, I'm gonna just brace myself for trauma to be inflicted on people that we've gotten to kinda know.

Ok, I'm just gonna reread that Magnus scene like 10 times to get my giggles on.
18th-Feb-2015 01:02 am (UTC) - Re: Sitting up to Clap
You make him sound like a very rare creature in a zoo who hardly ever shows himself to the gawking tourists!!!!

After so many years of dealing with the Clave Magnus definitely considered that this might be a course of action that they'd take.

Valentine cares about Jace. He is also proud of him, and wants to protect him, in his own way, and wants Jace to rise up and take charge - to not be subservient to the Clave and others when he knows that Jace can be, and already is, so much more, so much *better*.

Talking about my Blade series, that's on my list of things that need to be updated...

Go get your Magnus on! ;)
18th-Feb-2015 03:54 am (UTC) - Re: Sitting up to Clap
Ofcourse, Magnus is like an albino peacock showing up on a turkey farm. If I saw Magnus in real life, I would definitely be staring and not subtlety.

As with most plots centered around teens, adults play background roles. Sure the actions of the priest in Romeo and Juliet had a major impact, but Shakespeare never doled him any karmic justice.

Even if Valentine, an adult, is moving the story forward; it's the actions of the teens we're going to see mostly. Magnus is similarly fated to be a supporting character.

As for your superhero name, I think we can do better than Misdirectioner. If there is a boy band you need to associate with it's the Harry Potter-verse Silent Brothers, not One Direction.

A play on Psyche could be a better fit since you have so much ancient gods knowledge. Like Psy-Fi, because you are a writer. I wanted to make sure I wasn't yanking some long forgotten X-man. Turns out Psy-Fi is a trance music festival.

You could totally be a superhero with fan base that comes together at music festivals like a modern day PANATHENAEA (don't be too impressed I Googled "music fest greek worship").

Or you could go more literal like a wrestler and be Author Authority.
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