Title: Jace Wayland's Unstealthy StalkingFandoms: Smallville/The Mortal Instruments - City of BonesPairing: Chloe Sullivan/Jace WaylandRating T+Disclaimer: Don't ownSummary: When Chloe stumbles into Jace Wayland and apologizes she doesn't realize she's not supposed to be able to see him due to his invisibility rune. And then there are misunderstandings. This is the catalyst to some seriously unstealthy stalking from the blonde Shadowhunter, who is determined to make her acknowledge he's there and stop pretending she can't see him.A/N: City of Bones. No Clary.
She'd been a fool to think that her acting abilities were that incredible.
Well, at least she hadn't seen the two brunettes since the bathroom incident, but ever since then the blonde male had been trailing Chloe's every step and it'd taken everything she had not to react to it. At first he'd at least tried to be somewhat stealthy in his stalking (even if she'd figured out that he was there and still ignored him) but by Day 2 Post Pandemonium (as she was referring to it in her head since "Day 2 PP" sounded wrong) the blonde dude wasn't even trying to hide his presence anymore. In fact, he was so in her face about it he either truly believed she didn't see him, or he was purposely trying to provoke some sort of reaction out of her, trying to bully her into admitting that she could see him, and given his attitude she had a feeling it was the latter and not the former.
That just made her want to fight him harder and prove to him that no, she couldn't see him… even though, uh, yes, she could.
Chloe had taken up a vain habit of fixing her hair or checking her makeup in shop windows and any reflective surface lately so she could keep an eye on blonde!stalker!dude (one of the many names she had for him). It had been a lot easier to keep an eye on him this way at the beginning of the stalking when he'd stayed behind in the background, but now he'd grown bolder and was next to her, watching her silently, and she had to find a way to relax her eyes and spy on him without actually eyeing him visibly in the reflection. It was annoying because she wanted to know just how she could be such a threat to whatever... club... he was a part of for someone to have ordered him to keep such a close eye on her just in case he was right and she could see him. Because she was definitely beginning to fear that she hadn't convinced the brunettes that she couldn't see them-maybe they were busy doing other things and since he was the one who'd noticed Chloe's ability their boss had assigned him to her.
When she thought of what the "boss" of invisible rune guys might look like, she couldn't help but imagine the Godfather in a dark room with cigar smoke swirling all around him.
That's it, no more mafia-inspired marathon movies for you, at least until this whole situation is sorted out!
Something made her pause, look up at the sky, and her eyes widened when she saw MAGNUS BANE written in the clouds.
Yep, until this whole situation is sorted out!
Chloe shook her head and pressed forwards as she continued on, seeing her destination ahead of her.
Pushing back everything wrong in her life right now, a smile touched her face and this time when she stopped by the shop before Biblio Sanctum and checked her hair and clothes and makeup this time she didn't even cast her silent companion one glance before she cleared her throat. She took in a deep breath, let out a deep breath, and then smiled as she hurried to the door (not too hurriedly because he'd suspect something was wrong) and opened it. The bell rang over her as she moved inside and gazed around her, the smell of books greeting her like home.
She loved this store, it really was a book holy place or sanctuary, like the name suggested. Then again, she'd basically grown up in here, it was her only refuge as a child, and it was still her only home sometimes, especially whenever her father was too busy with his own life. Somehow, the owner of this amazing place was never too busy, and she'd always appreciated that-something she could only show by buying as many books as her allowance would allow her to.
At the far end of the room, a backdoor opened and the owner, Luke Garroway entered, a smile lighting his handsome face when he recognized her. "How's one half of my two favorite customers doing today?"
"Depends, do you have it?" She raised an eyebrow with a cheeky grin as she moved straight down the long stacks of books towards him to lean forwards on the counter. "Because my answer depends completely on yours."
He chuckled as he reached under the counter and pulled out a wrapped bundle. "Now, when have I ever let you or Lois down?"
"I can't believe you found it so quickly! I came here with every intention of mocking you for your surety the other day that you would have it by today!" Chloe unwrapped the brown paper to reveal the very rare and hard-to-find book she'd been looking for. "Luke, you're a miracle worker, you realize that, right?"
He shook his head, hand to his heart. "I'm no such thing, only a humble man who owns a humble bookstore."
She rolled her eyes. "You're a rock star, I tell you. A rock star."
"Please, if it wasn't for you and Lois recommending this place to everyone you know I probably would've run out of business by now."
Chloe raised an eyebrow at the ultra handsome man and scoffed. Women would be coming around to buy his books if not only to be able to gaze at the man. "Give yourself credit when it's deserved, and it is."
He cleared his throat and fixed her with a look. "So, what's new in your life? Dating anyone in particular you want to tell me about? Older? Tattooed maybe?"
She was surprised at the question. Luke usually was that older brother figure who didn't seem to realize she was a girl and would one day grow up and date, so this out-of-the-blue question fazed her, especially given all the details. And then it clicked and her eyes widened. "You've been talking to Lois behind my back again!"
"She might've come by the other day and mentioned she was trying to hook you up with someone who she thought might be your type that she'd met recently." His gaze went to the back of the store, eyes narrowed before he returned his gaze to Chloe and he gave her a small smile. "While I'm all about you having fun and spending your teenaged years actually being a teenager, I think you need to be careful with some guys. They might not be what they appear to be at first glance."
Had he hit that on the nail or what?
She nodded and smiled crookedly at Luke. This was why she liked him so much and wished that he'd be one of the guys who fell for Lois' many bodacious charms so Chloe could have the excuse to hang out with him on a more familiar basis and get to know him better. Sure, he was a bit older than them, but he was cute, dependable, and had his own business. Plus, there was definite flirtage from Lois' side whenever she was around, and Chloe could see that Luke was interested, but unlike every other guy, he held back and never made a move on Lois.
Chloe really wished he would. She knew Lois did as well, even if the brunette denied it with every fibre of her being and swore that she was only being flirty with him because it was in her nature.
"You know that I'm not your father or uncle or anything, not even an older brother, but if you have any problems you can come to me, right?" Luke's voice broke into Chloe's thoughts.
She looked up at his surprisingly very worried face, and she grinned brightly. "Of course. And even if we're not related, I've been coming to your store for as long as I can remember, and Lois started tagging along since she moved to Metropolis. You're basically the big brother I've always yearned for and felt I was denied."
Luke smiled tenderly at her and reached over to rub the top of her head. "Don't make an old man like me cry now."
"Old man? Really? Has reading all these books non-stop all day made you go blind?"
He eyed her, a small frown on his face. "You look so much like her it's uncanny."
Chloe blinked at that, surprised considering she really didn't think she looked like her mother at all. There was the fact that she was blonde, her skin color was different, and she had green eyes whereas Moira had blue eyes.
Luke continued to stare at Chloe as if caught in a memory, for a moment he almost looked in pain, before he cleared his throat and pulled his hand away. "How's Gabe doing? I haven't seen him around lately."
"I haven't either." Chloe probably saw Luke more than she saw her own father. Then again, she hung out at Luke's workplace so she figured that that was unfair of her to even have thought, if for a second. Plus, she liked the freedom, the independence her father's ever-frequent absences gave her. She liked that. She did. "He's started seriously dating someone and if he gets remarried and moves to live with her, I have my fingers crossed that I'll get to keep our house."
Luke rolled his eyes, always having told her that from the time she'd learnt to talk she tended to be overly dramatic. "Who is the lucky lady?"
He'd listened to her stories enough throughout the years to know the names of the people she hung out with and the other people in their lives, and he apparently recognized the name, his eyes widening. "Isn't she the aunt of-?"
"My arch nemesis? Lana "Perfection" Lang?" Chloe raised an eyebrow as she nodded. "Dad doesn't seem to realize that, but yes, thank you for remembering."
Luke raised an eyebrow. "Arch nemesis is such a strong term considering you're the only one who considers your relationship that way. She seems to think you're friends." He ignored the look Chloe gave him at the 'f' word. "How do you feel about the fact that he's actually dating?"
"I haven't been affected by it, if that's what you're asking. No awkward 'family' get-togethers yet." She made a face. "Lana talked to me about it, she's definitely excited about the prospect of them marrying and us becoming 'sisters'."
Luke bit the inside of his lip. "You're not as excited, I take it."
She shrugged. "Never wanted a sister."
He eyed her thoughtfully. "Some things just weren't meant to be."
"I know. Mom went and split on us right when she and dad were going to try for a baby brother." Chloe pursed her lips and turned to eye some books on the counter. "I wonder sometimes if she and that guy had any kids, if I have any half siblings out there."
The phone rang in the back room.
Luke made a face. "I gotta get that."
Chloe waved him off. "It's not like I'm going to run off without paying before you get back."
He motioned with two fingers to his eyes and then to her, his smile teasing as he went to the back and left the door open between the store and the backroom.
Chloe turned around and leaned back with her elbows against the counter, her foot leaned against the counter, her eyes on the plate glass front of the bookstore watching the people outside walking passed. Or, well, that was what she was pretending to do. She was actually taking the opportunity to see what exactly her stalker was doing considering he'd been unusually distant and quiet throughout the whole conversation.
There he was, leaning against the far side of the room, his arms folded over his chest, a foot leaned back against the wall, his expression dark as he watched her.
They were almost mirroring each other except she was leaning back with her elbows and he had his arms folded over his chest.
Blondie McStalker pushed away from the wall and moved towards her, holding his hands out to his sides and trailing his fingertips against the spines of the books on the aisles on either side of him as he drew nearer.
Chloe gazed down at her nails and made a face, feigning boredom despite the fact that she felt like a lonely gazelle that a lion was stalking, cornering.
"Sorry about that!" Luke called from the back.
Chloe swung around and smiled at Luke as he came back, confused when she saw Luke hesitate at the door for a second before he cleared his throat and came through into the store once more. She raised an eyebrow at him as she reached into her pocket and pulled out her money as she leaned with her stomach against the counter. "This should cover it, right?"
Two hands came down on the counter on either side of her, those tattoo-covered arms visible and his heat all around her as he leaned in closely from behind.
Chloe fought not to react as she kept the money held out to Luke expectantly.
Just what was her stalker doing?
He was too close and he didn't know when or in what direction she would move next!
This was a risky play of his!
Luke took the money and rung up the order. "I know you're a big girl, Chloe, far be it for me to try and tell you how to live your life." He passed her her change. "Just… try reigning in Lois and learn to tell her no once in a while."
This was an interesting change of subject. Chloe tilted her head, not exactly sure what he was getting at. "One day, maybe."
Luke merely gave her a brotherly look of disapproval.
A dark chuckle escaped her stalker as he leaned in closer to her, his gaze on Luke.
A shiver of shocking pleasure raced down her spine at that sound, and to give herself something to do, Chloe pocketed the change and missed the way Luke's expression went from brotherly disapproval to fatherly disapproval in two seconds flat. She smiled up at Luke and by the time she turned to leave McStalker Stalkerson had moved and was leaning on the side of the counter next to her, out of her way. "Thanks again for this, but I've got some plans tonight so I'll be seeing you later." She called over her shoulder as she walked away, able to feel her stalker following her languidly.
"Be careful, Chloe." Luke called behind her.
She lifted her hand and gave a backwards wave as she reached the door and pulled it open. "Where's the fun in that?"
"Sorry I'm late!"
Jace raised an eyebrow as he saw who it was that they'd been waiting on for the past twenty minutes outside the cinema theatre.
Aw, look who it is. The bumbling mundie mountain. His lips pulled in a sneer as he eyed the male he'd only seen with Chloe once or twice since he'd assigned himself to her.
Chloe's face lit up when she saw him and she pushed away from the wall they'd both been leaning against, gazing through the book she'd gotten from the store of the guy who could see him, so he was either someone with Shadowhunter blood in him, or a Downworlder. Jace just really didn't care to figure out which right now.
Chloe smiled up at the mundie. "It's no problem, I only just arrived myself."
Jace scoffed at the blatant lie right there.
Isabelle wouldn't have been that nice.
"Oh, that's good!" Relief was obvious on the mundane boy's face as he hurried to the door and pulled it open. "Have you figured out what we're gonna watch while you're been here?"
Chloe eyed the posters as if she hadn't looked at them countless times since they'd been waiting for the mundie boy to arrive. "The Bloody Sword looks good."
Jace didn't really watch movies, had never been inside of a cinema other than to hunt a demon, and yet he had to admit that that had been the poster that'd caught his attention the most as well, and he was shocked because he was sure that girls were supposed to go for romance. It was supposed to be a rule, wasn't it? He sidled the blonde girl with an appreciative glance, his lips curling in a crooked smile.
The mundie boy didn't seem half as appreciative, instead he sent the poster a look, turned a little pale and cleared his throat. "What about Safe In Your Arms?"
Jace scoffed. Really? The guy was gonna pick the romance movie?
Chloe eyed the poster of the heroine being swept into the hero's arms, a look of adoration in the heroine's face towards the stalwart hero. The blonde girl didn't look impressed. She motioned towards an action flick poster. "I counter offer with Kick To The Face."
Jace's lips twitched, that would've been his second choice.
The mundane boy eyed the poster. "Pete made me watch that with him already." He eyed the posters before pointing to a fantasy poster. "How about a compromise with Umbra?"
Chloe nodded and held out her hand. "I'll accept that compromise."
The boy grinned and shook her hand. "We have an accord."
"Dweeb." She snorted as she pulled her hand from his and yanked the door open.
Clark grinned and followed behind her.
Jace frowned as he slipped in before the door could close shut, his hands in his pockets. He trailed behind the two as they conversed, getting popcorn and drinks, and Jace felt a little lost and very out of place but he stuck there nonetheless because this was a recon mission and he was going to stick through this. It was the only reason why he sat in the back of the near empty, dark theatre room and observed the two teenagers as they watched the movie. To be honest he didn't know what happened in the movie or what it was even about (he figured something about darkness or shadows sinceUmbra was latin for shadow), his gaze was on the two below and barely left them. The only time his golden gaze left those two was to look at the others in the theatre. The other couples were making out and not at all paying attention and commenting softly to each other like those two were.
Jace was bored as hell and was somewhat wishing a demon would tear through the screen to give him something to do while he was here.
Halfway through the movie the boy got a text, apologized to the girl, and got up, hurrying out of the room.
The girl watched him go, sighed and looked up at the ceiling before she slumped in her chair.
Jace watched the guy go with a raised eyebrow. Was the mundie mountain not coming back? Because that was the signal he was giving off with his apologetic behavior and ashamed and self-annoyed face.
Usually unrequited emotions amused Jace, but as he stared at the girl slouched on the chair a couple of rows in front of him he couldn't feel an ounce of amusement for the situation at all. In fact, he was annoyed as hell.
The Shadowhunter found himself standing and going to the aisle she sat on, to the seat the mundie mountain had vacated, and pushed down the seat he'd just left, plopping himself down on it as he sprawled out with his legs up on the chair in front of him and his arms folded behind his head. For the first time since he'd entered the room his gaze actually rested on the screen and he wondered, only halfway curiously, who the protagonist was out of all of the characters on the screen.
A text arrived on Chloe's phone from the mundie mountain apologizing over and over and over again saying it was an emergency and promising that he'd make it up to her.
Something inside Jace felt vicious satisfaction when Chloe merely eyed the text before putting the phone back in her bag and getting comfortable in the seat next to his, gaze on the screen. The Shadowhunter had to keep himself from asking her a couple of times just what the hell they were watching and what was going on because he'd ignored the movie to such an extent for the first half of it that he was completely lost. But it didn't matter, he really didn't watch movies, Shadowhunters had more important things to do with their time, and this was just a way to, well…
Jace's golden gaze slid off of the large screen and onto Chloe, watching the light and shadows of the screen reflecting on her face as she stared, wide-eyed and fascinated, at whatever was happening on it right now. He uncurled his hands from behind his head and rested them on the armrests yet left his feet up on the chair in front of him, the golden-haired youth wondering, considering she found this fiction so interesting, what she'd think if she ever heard about the truth of what he did. Would she stare at him with such open-eyed wonder?
Chloe jumped and her hand moved instinctively on top of his, squeezing it for reassurance as she gazed at the screen, still engrossed in whatever was going on.
Jace lost the battle to try and really give a damn about the movie, his gaze on the blonde at his side.
In the end he never did figure out what Umbra was about.
For the rest of the movie, he merely watched her.
I am not mad at you. But I will be if you don't stop texting me and apologizing! You had an emergency, I can understand that.
Chloe rolled her eyes and hit 'send' before she threw her phone on the bed and eyed her companion, who was lying on the ground, staring at the ceiling, and looking all sorts of bored. Even though she'd known that she was the only one who could see him, his presence was the only thing that'd kept her from feeling like a total loser when Clark had ended up ditching her for yet another mysterious emergency. For once she hadn't actually felt left out or curious or even wondered about what in the world was going on in Clark's life. No. She'd spent half of the movie thinking it was surprisingly good, and the other half thinking it was so weird to be watching a fantasy movie with her fantasy stalker-who was probably far more interesting than the characters in the movie-none of them could make themselves invisible!
She wondered what exactly it was that he was. Was he human? If so, was he some sort of meteor freak? But she doubted it. He seemed different somehow. Sure, he was intense, but he didn't have that meteor craziness that every meteor freak she'd met had. So that made her wonder what else he was and what else there was out there other than meteor freak. And was it a different species or governmental experimentation or a natural mutation or what? She had so many questions she wanted to ask but couldn't because then the jig would be up and he'd 'deal' with her.
And how exactly would he do so anyway?
Did… Whatever he was… Have a certain way of 'dealing' with normal people who found out? Strangulation maybe? He had nice hands with long, lean fingers.
How many days would it take for her father, bless his soul, to realize she was missing and then figure out she was dead and that she hadn't just run off like her mother had?
Chloe groaned at the very morbid road her thoughts had been leading her in.
Her stalker rolled onto his stomach and turned to look at her at that sound.
She averted her eyes and pretended to be staring at a collage of pictures on the wall.
Talking about his hands, they had fine white lines on them, scars, like the rest of his body. Obviously they were what were left over from that healing mark (probably a rune) he would place on himself after he got hurt. She'd only learnt of its existence tonight.
After the movies he'd been called away to do something and she'd been surprised and annoyed at how alone she'd felt so the blonde had purposely stayed out later than usual doing whatever came to mind just so she wouldn't come home, and yet when she'd come back and found the house empty and the golden haired guy not waiting in her room scowling at her for making him have to wait on her so he could stalk her (it had happened in the past) she'd felt disappointed, and that sense of loneliness had increased. It'd made her feel like such a loser it'd been horrendous. But she'd pushed it away and done something else, anything else, until the guy had entered through the window she now left open (and didn't want to even think about why she'd started doing that).
He'd been injured, though not horribly so, and after casting a glance in her direction to make sure that she was in one piece he'd sat down on his corner of the room (when exactly had it become hiscorner?) and had eyed her for a second before smirking and pulling out something that could either be Harry Potter's Wand or the Doctor's Sonic Screwdriver. Either way, he'd used it to start burning the rune onto his flesh, and it'd started to glow gold, and even as he was drawing it he was healing. He kept sending her provoking looks, as if he was daring her to openly look at him, to watch him as he did this, to admit that she knew he was there and just look at him.
She hadn't, of course, but after a while he'd gotten distracted with applying the rune correctly, and she'd managed to gaze at him then, to study the rune as it glowed in the dark corner. Whenever McStalky would look up she'd avert her gaze but she had a horrible feeling they both knew she was slipping, badly.
He never caught her eye though, and she always managed to make it seem like she was looking at something else, so at least for tonight she wasn't going to be 'dealt' with.
The blonde reached over and turned off the light, leaving them in shadows as she got into bed and turned to face Tall, Sinewy & Deadly Silent, who was once more comfortable in his corner. He now sat on the floor, his back against the wall, and watched her in the darkness. Or, at least she supposed he watched her in the darkness. She couldn't see him that good considering the lights were off. She wasn't going to complain though because that would be hypocritical considering she'd turned off the lights so she could stare at him and hide it better.
She had so many questions she wished she could ask him, especially about himself, that it killed her to have to keep them all bottled inside of her.
Slowly but surely, Magnus Bane wasn't the only mystery she wanted to unravel anymore.
But the one sitting in her room might just end up getting her killed.