Title: Jace Morgenstern's Unlucky StreakSequel to: Jace Wayland's Unstealthy StalkingCharacters: Chloe/Jace, Lois, Clark, Magnus/Alec, Jocelyn, Luke, Isabelle, others...Rating: T+Disclaimer: Don't ownSummary: 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.
Jace circled the inside of his new prison.
At the bottom of the Metropolis Institute, in the deepest, darkest section, he'd been placed in a holding cell he knew all too well. How many times had he placed detainees here? It was a translucent square, within which was a bed and ample space to walk up and down, to fret. The top of the square wasn't covered, allowing in oxygen, but was too high to jump, and the idea of climbing it was impossible given the energy rising from it. Warlocks had helped built this cage, and the mere touch of skin to the walls was agony.
He knew that escape was futile, but that didn't stop him from trying to find a kink in the box. He couldn't remain here - not when he knew his father wouldn't make the trade - not when he knew that the Inquisitor was blind to what was in front of her: without him, Chloe was vulnerable and there was nothing to keep his father from taking her to make sure that the Clave didn't do to her what they'd done to Jace.
"He'll be fine." Clark sat by Chloe on Luke's sofa. The werewolf alpha was speaking to the Shadowhunters who'd brought her, to the Inquisitor, as she relayed what her expectations were of him as a guardian. First and foremost, Jocelyn, Lois, and any other Shadowhunter wasn't allowed any sort of contact with Chloe until they were exonerated. Other than Magnus and Lucy, Clark was the only one she knew who she'd be able to see for the unforeseeable future. And the Clave wasn't too happy about it - about a Mundane knowing about the Shadow World and about this situation - but they seemed to have realized that they needed to give Chloe something or she'd crack, and they were giving her Clark, or his presence and friendship, at least. And for that alone Chloe was grateful. She was scared, so scared, for everyone she loved dearly.
"Valentine won't trade the Mortal Instruments for Jace, Clark." Chloe rested against his chest, taking comfort as her best friend held her close, neither of them watching whatever was on the television.
"We'll figure out a way to help Jace," he promised. "He can be arrogant and annoying, but he's not evil. Anyone can see that."
She nodded and hugged him tightly. "We have to do something. Soon. If they send Jace to Idris—." When the band around her thumb caught in the light, Chloe pulled away and looked at it, eyes wide. "Maybe she can help."
"Who?" Clark eyed her in confusion before his blues rested on her fey ring. "You've got to be joking! Chloe! You can't trust her! You know that!"
"She gave me this ring for a reason Clark." She moved closer, lowering her voice. "It took me to the Faerie Realm. She gave me that sort of access for a reason."
"Yeah, because she wants to study you like some sort of science project!" Clark moved closer and lowered his voice as well. "Who's to say that if we went this time she wouldn't keep you? You know what Isabelle told us! The Faeries only help with a double-edge. They're somehow hurting you and you wont know until its too late."
"What if she isn't helping me? What if she's using me?"
Clark frowned. "What do you mean?"
She looked around before she leaned close enough that their faces were almost touching and to anyone who might be looking it would appear like they were about to kiss. "When I was in the Faerie Realm I… saw… things."
"Saw things?" Clark blinked. "Like what? Strange fey rituals?"
"No. I mean." She licked her lips. "Like when I had to Mortal Cup inside of me."
Clark's eyes widened in horror and in an incredibly quick movement, he tried to jerk that ring off of her, only managing to hurt her.
"Ouch!" She slapped his hand away and rubbed her sore thumb. "That hurt!"
"How could you keep this a secret?" Clark snapped at her. "The Mortal Cup nearly killed you!"
"I told Jace and Magnus right after it happened, and then, well, I forgot." And she felt like an idiot for admitting it, but a lot had happened afterwards and it hadn't crossed her mind until now.
"You forgot." Clark gave her a look.
"I did." She let out a sigh, still rubbing her thumb. "You don't have to come with me."
Clark glared at her. "If you think I'm letting you go to see that creepy redhead by yourself, you've got something coming!" He reached for his phone.
"What are you doing?" She narrowed her eyes.
"I'm texting Isabelle. Out of all of us she's the one with the knowledge about the fey." Clark's gaze was on his phone as he texted. "We need someone we trust not only knowing where we are, but we also need to know everything we can about the Faerie Queen and her people." He paused at the silence and looked up, a blush appearing on his cheekbones. "What?"
"You have Isabelle's number." Chloe tried not to sound so amused or teasing by this revelation. "Do you two text each other regularly or something?"
He glared at her, but the slight color on his cheekbones made him look far from intimidating. "We complain about you and Jace to each other."
Chloe laughed loudly and then brought her hand to her mouth to quiet the sound. "It's a brother and sister privilege to be annoyed by their siblings."
Clark froze what he was doing and looked up at her. Slowly a smile tilted the corners of his lips. "Who'd want you for a sister?"
"Shut up." She pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I love you, Clark."
"And I love you, Chlo." He cleared his throat, trying to reign in his smile as he returned to texting and then sent his message. "And as your big brother I need to have your back."
"I'm older by a couple of months," she reminded.
"Semantics," he replied.
She smiled in deep amusement at him as she reached out and held his hand.
He looked up at her and smiled as well as he squeezed it.
Someone cleared their throats.
Both turned to see the Inquisitor standing there, watching them like a hawk. The teenagers removed their hands from each other and turned to look at her.
"We are leaving you under Lucian Greyback's guardianship, but I will be leaving some of my men around for extra protection." She eyed the teenagers.
Chloe hurried to her feet. "Valentine won't trade the Mortal Instruments for Jace. You're dooming Jace."
"Please, be whatever he is, Valentine is that boy's father." The Inquisitor stood. "He will do what he must to save him."
"All that's important to Valentine is his mission!"
"You are not a parent, Miss Wayland, and until then you will never be able to understand what we are capable of doing to protect our children." With that, and a pained expression, the Inquisitor turned and left.
After the front door slammed shut, Luke entered the room and leaned in the doorway with a sigh. "Things are getting overly complicated."
"He's not a traitor, Luke." She needed Luke to understand, to believe, in Jace.
Luke didn't answer, he merely reached out and hugged her to him. She went willingly and clung to him, trying desperately not to cry.
I know that we can't trust the Faerie Queen, but do you think she'd help us? Chloe has this crazy idea about going to her to see if she can help with the Jace situation, but I'm not sure. Tell me all you know about the fey people because I don't want us to go there blind. I don't trust that redhead. Even Chloe knows that she's got something else planned, but she's going to risk it, and I need to make sure there's as little risk as possible.
Isabelle looked at the text and did her best not to look too horrified. She deeply regretted taking Chloe to the Faerie party. That had started this whole mess! It was her fault! But she'd wanted to do something with the blonde who meant so much to both Jace and Clark, and she'd seen the way Chloe seemed interested in the Faerie culture… She'd never thought things could get this screwed up just because she'd wanted to try and become friends with the girl!
Damn her and her inability to connect with girls her own age!
How does she even expect to get to the Faerie Realm with the Inquisitor's men and Lucian watching her?
"We need to help him." Alec paced the room. "You and I both know Valentine isn't going to do the trade."
"Of course he won't." She waited for Clark's response, but he wasn't answering. "I just don't know what we can do. Lois and Jocelyn are being held at Magnus' by the Inquisitor's orders - which is probably the only safe place for either of them right now given how the whole Shadowhunter world seems to now think they're in cahoots with Valentine - and everyone is watching you and I like a hawk. They're waiting for us to do something so they can put us in the cell with Jace."
A muscle jumped in Alec's cheek but he knew it was true so he couldn't counter her words. "We have to do something! Izzy!"
"I know." She placed her hand on his shoulder. "And we will. But we have to be smart about it."
He growled and leaned his back against the wall. "If they'd just let me see Ma—." He then paled and looked away. "I mean, uh—."
Isabelle realized that not only was Jace's situation bothering Alec, but also the fact that he was unable to see Magnus had him out of sorts. Her brother had no idea that she knew - then again, he might suspect, but he'd never asked and she'd never told - but she'd seen the sparks that'd flown between the Warlock and her brother at the Downworlder Party, and had appreciated the Warlock more and more for the way her brother had been blossoming and coming out of his shell since those two had started secretly dating. She just wished he'd trust her enough to tell her - trust her enough to know that she'd love him no matter what or who he loved. What mattered to her - what had always mattered to her - was that Alec was happy - and she'd never seen him as happy as he was with Magnus Bane.
"They've fractured the team!" Alec ran a hand down his face. "They've made us weak."
Isabelle smiled softly at that. It sounded nice.
"Chloe's got to be going insane." Alec let out a groan. "And we can't even talk to her to let her know that Jace is fine, that at least he isn't in the dungeons of the Silent City again."
Isabelle was a little surprised by the fact that Alec was worried about Chloe. She knew that he still had some feelings for Jace, but the fact that his hostility towards Chloe was diminishing proved just how much his feelings for Magnus were increasing. This was… this was great.
Her phone shook and she looked down at the message: Something's wrong. There's screaming outside.
Her eyes widened in horror. "Alec, we need to find mom, now."
She looked up, horrified. "I think Lucian's house is under attack."