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.
What did it say about her that it was getting to become a normal thing for her to have Blondie McBlondo creeping in her room, and it seemed out of the norm when he wasn't around?
Right now he lounged on her bed, completely at home in her room as he silently gazed through tomorrow's edition of the Torch, which she'd printed out so she could edit. It'd been edited once already, and she'd printed it for the second edit but had gotten side-tracked. She'd bathed, spent some time in the bathroom trying to figure out what to wear to her interview with Wade, and by the time she'd returned to the bedroom she'd noticed that Blonde!Invisi!Rune!Dude had stretched out like a cat on her bed (entirely too comfortable there) and was engrossed in what he read.
Well, at least she had one reader.
Her phone rang, and considering it was Lois (who would talk forever) and Chloe was still considering what to do with her hair (thus she needed her hands) the blonde decided to put the call on speaker as she eyed herself in the mirror, angling her body in such a way so she could sneak glances at the (admittedly handsome) guy on her bed. "Hello?"
"All ready for your date?"
The guy looked up at that so quickly Chloe had to fight to ignore it, her gaze concentrating on whether she wanted her hair up in a ponytail, or down around her shoulders. "It's not a date. It's an interview for the Torch. A very important one. It'll bring the reader demographic up substantially and put me in better standing with the sports people, and you know they're pissed with me after that article about-."
"It's a date." Lois completely bulldozed over her sentence with enthusiasm. "He's cute, muscular, and manly. He's everything you want and need in a man. He's also got tattoos. You've always said you like a guy with tattoos. I took that into consideration when I picked him."
Chloe licked her lips and did her best not to look at the lean yet muscular hunk with tattoos on her bed right at this moment. "Wade is... nice."
There was a pause. "Chloe."
She sighed. "Oh boy. I'm going to get lectured again, aren't I?"
Lois sighed as well. "Chloe, honey, I love you. I do. But this whole, 'connection' that you're waiting to happen-it doesn't happen anymore. I'm so scared that if you wait around to turn the corner one day and bump into someone, look up into their eyes and just know deep in your soul that that's your soulmate-honey I'm scared you're gonna be alone forever."
Chloe looked up at the ceiling, a knot in her throat because Lois shared her exact same fear. "I know."
"I mean, I know you've always had those dreams, you know? About that dark prince thing? And while I'll be the happiest person if you ever meet him, I wont let you become an old spinster waiting for him." Lois ignored the snort from Chloe. "They were the fantasies of a really lonely child praying for some dark savior who'd realize that she was smiling outwardly but screaming and crying on the inside. They were what kept you going until I moved to Metropolis and we became kick-ass close cousins, closer than Lucy and I could ever hope to be, and you know what? I'm okay with that."
Chloe smiled softly, totally forgetting her audience of one by now. So many times in the past Lois had been her 'dark savior', the only one able to see passed the mesmerizing smile and save Chloe from losing herself to the numbness of her own well-perfected mask, and her cousin had no idea of how much the blonde loved her for it. "You really are a kick-ass cousin, I want you to know that."
Chloe licked her lips and decided to put her hair up. "So, a date, huh?"
Lois squealed in happiness.
Oh god, couldn't Stalkerstein leave her alone for her date/interview at least? Didn't he have this amount of decency? Seriously, what was he expecting to glean from this amount of stalking? What sort of danger did she pose to whatever society he belonged to? Sure, she could see him with his invisibility rune on, but she was learning just as much about him during their time together as he was learning about him-and that was that she couldn't actually directly study him! He was a warrior, for one, and it wasn't the weapons that he kept on him (or his injuries after returning from time away) that tipped her off but the way he moved, silent and cat-like, his gaze always alert on them. He dressed like some odd dark warrior too.
Another thing she'd learnt was that some of the runes he wore were permanent and some of them weren't, because sometimes when he was with her he'd be tatted up completely-not one inch of his body free, while sometimes he only had a couple of them.
Seriously, he was being horrible at this stealthy stalking thing. Or, like she thought, he just wanted an excuse to kill her once she did slip up and admit that she could see him-had seen too much of his world. Either way, the girl was going to continue ignoring him and anything else that seemed out of the ordinary. Maybe he'd tire and give up.
"And then I won the game for the Crows, again." Wade grinned brightly as he finished telling his story, and it was a good thing she'd brought a recorder along because she'd zoned him out halfway through.
"Wow." Chloe gave him a smile. "That's-some amazing stuff."
There was a snort of derision behind her.
She blinked and had a feeling that might've come from Stalker!Boy.
Wade totally ignored it as he grinned and leaned forwards on the table, his hand resting on hers. "So this is going to be on the front page of the Torch?"
"Yeah." Chloe smiled more genuinely and nodded. "Tomorrow's edition. Everyone's going to love it, you're a hero to them."
His grin broadened. "It's amazing to know that after all this time they still remember me. All I did was throw a pigskin around and score some points."
"Exactly," a voice mumbled darkly from the table behind Chloe.
She hadn't heard him speak in days and it made her jump in shock, the voice low and extremely manly. She cursed herself for reacting so violently, so visibly, but instead she merely smiled at Wade. "You tickled me." Maybe the guy behind her would buy that that had been the reason she'd jumped, and that it hadn't been because of his voice.
Wade grinned a little dirtily as he leaned forwards, his thumb moving over the skin of her hand more languidly. "Are you ticklish everywhere?"
Chloe's lips parted.
Suddenly a handful of spaghetti came crashing down on the table between them and they pulled apart in confusion.
Wade looked around. "What the-?" He turned to the next table, to the guy who was staring at his plate of spaghetti in shock. "You're dead, dude!"
And with that, a fight broke out.
Hearing a dark chuckle, Chloe's gaze went to her glass and she could see Blondie MacStalkerson smirking in the background as he watched the fighting break out, one arm folded over his chest, the other held out and stained with tomato sauce.
She sighed and signaled to a terrified looking waiter. "Cheque please."
"Yes." Chloe rolled her eyes as she finished editing the typed transcript of her interview/date with Wade (minus tickle comments of course). Thankfully Blondo Stalko had been called away soon after she'd arrived home safely and so she had the time all to herself.
"Yes!" Chloe caught an error that she'd missed the first time around and then pasted the finished article to the front page of the electronic Torch newspaper, printing the whole thing so she could give it a one-over before she sent the file to the school to be printed first thing tomorrow morning.
"Did he make it out of there okay?"
"Last I saw of Wade he was pushing the guy's face in his plate of spaghetti and ordering him to eat it." Chloe rolled his eyes. "I have a feeling that if Wade and I had gone to high school at the same time, he would've been one of the jocks I would've hated."
Lois sighed. "Well, the guy did ruin your date."
That was the thing though, the guy hadn't, it'd been Stalky McStalky-not that she could tell anyone that without sounding completely insane (or in Lois' case endangering her-because Lois would, unlike everyone else, believe her) so Chloe just kept quiet on that part. "I picked up the tab so I'm sure Wade won't be too pissed."
"He's no slacker, I'm sure paying for his meal won't-Derek's calling me on the other line." Lois hesitated. "It's obviously about what went down tonight. I'll call you back-see what he says Wade feels about it."
Chloe really didn't care-she'd gotten her interview, and Wade got some 15 minutes of fame and a free meal. She really didn't see what he would have to be pissed off about. "Okay sure. Call me tomorrow." She hung up the call and stood, stretching and pulling off her skirt and shirt as she went to grab something to slip into to sleep in.
Behind her the bedroom window's curtain was pushed opened.
Her eyes widened in horror. Oh dear god. Why had she thought he wouldn't be coming back tonight?
She pushed back the horror and forced herself to stretch as if nothing were happening before she went to the drawer and pulled out a large t-shirt. The girl pulled it over her body and turned towards the bed, only now getting a view of Mr Date Ruiner.
He looked like crap.
He'd been hurt before, but he was seriously hurt now as he leaned hard against her window and stared at her as if in some sort of a trance.
The girl ignored it though, merely glancing at him out of the corner of her eyes when she dared as she turned off the lights and yawned, getting into bed.
What was he doing here?
If he was that hurt he should be in a hospital somewhere and not here in this bedroom! Surely he couldn't think she was so dangerous that he had to keep an eye on her! And even if he did-what did he think he could do in this condition?!
He continued to stare at her, still in that half-trance, before he limped towards the darkest corner and collapsed loudly on the ground with a groan.
And Chloe knew it was bad when he did that because he never did anything loudly. MacStalkerson was silent like a cat.
And yet now his silence bothered her. It was unnatural, as was his breathing. Wasn't right, she could feel it in her gut. She hadn't been lying when she'd said that she'd learnt a lot about him while he was here, and she knew the pattern of his breathing, and the rushed one he had now-it wasn't his even, nearly imperceptible normal one. Something was seriously off.
"I'm going to regret this." Turning on the lights, Chloe sat up in bed and her eyes widened in horror as she realized that he'd collapsed, unconscious, on her floor. "Stalko?" She flung her sheets off of her and hurried towards him, falling on her knees by his body and placing her hands on his forehead, pulling them away with a hiss. "MacStalkerson, you're burning up!" What in the hell was he doing here and not at a hospital? "Where's your wand thingy?"
She hesitated for a second before she gave a little cry and began to search through his clothes, finally finding the thing she knew wasn't a wand and yet had no idea what to call it. The girl then closed her eyes and tried to remember the symbol he'd burnt into himself, tried to remember the golden outline that'd glowed into the darkness, the specific shape before it'd disappeared. It was somewhat complicated but it had fascinated her and she'd watched him, the boy somewhat distracted while he'd been applying it to himself that night to notice her watching him.
He needed her to do this right, to remember that symbol (which she was guessing was yet another 'rune', a healing one). He needed her to do this, to keep him alive.
A part of her wondered why she was doing this. He was her own brand of personal burning hell, he stalked her and made her life impossible, he'd just ruined her first date in only god knew how long-he was going to 'deal' with her once she slipped up and proved she could see him-and yet… and yet… "I can't let you bleed all over my tiles like this. I like my tiles." She let out a stuttered laugh and closed her eyes tightly as she tried to envision the rune once more, and surprisingly enough, it came to her.
Bringing her hand to his skin, Chloe brought the device to him and began to draw on him, close to his heart, somehow knowing it would work better there, wincing when it burnt into his skin, but already she could see him beginning to heal and that gave her some courage. She watched as the golden Mark began to sink into his skin. The second it was done she did another, somehow knowing that this wouldn't be enough, that he was still in desperate need of healing.
The girl licked her lips as she stared into that unconscious face. "Why are you here and not wherever someone competent can do this for you?" As the next Mark began to sink into his skin she took a moment to brush back some of his blood-soaked hair from his face and really get a good look at him. "Women throw themselves at you? Huh?" She shook her head at him as she remembered their short conversation outside of the Pandemonium Club. "Conceited jerk." And yet here she was, tending to said conceited jerk quite dutifully. "I don't know what your game plan is, bub, but you're messing with the wrong girl. I mean, you're not even my type so I'm not going to mess up or anything. And the only reason I'm not letting you die and thus stop being a thorn in my side is because I'd have no idea how to explain a dead boy on my floor to my dad."
She was so bluffing here, but he didn't have to know that.
Then again, considering he was unconscious, she was basically talking to herself.
Sighing, Chloe continued to draw on his pretty skin. "You have pretty skin." She blinked, unable to believe she'd said that out loud. "For a guy. You have girly skin." She then snorted, sure he would've killed her had he been awake. "Oh god, I need to stop rambling when I'm around handsome guys, even the ones I clearly have no interest in whatsoever." She took in a deep breath and continued drawing the runes all over his chest, telling herself to shut up, especially if, for some horrifying reason, he could hear her. "What were you fighting though? Because these look almost like claw marks." She couldn't think of anything around here with claws. Not even meteor freaks. "Dude, though, if you can hear me, take this as good faith and see that I'm not something you need to worry about, okay?" She wondered if she could 'subliminal message' him in this state and decided to try it. The blonde leaned in closer, resting her hand upon his heart for leverage, her voice soft and low as she spoke directly into his ear, her lips brushing against his skin as she did. "This is not the droid you are looking for."
He groaned, his voice hoarse and horribly resentful. "Not another one."
She froze in horror.
Oh dear god he was awake!
He grabbed the hand above his heart, and the one at his shoulder and suddenly the world spun rapidly, Chloe's oxygen gushing from her lungs as she hit the ground and found herself staring up into his golden eyes, which were even more gold with his fever as he pinned her down. Even in his weakened state it only took on of his hands to secure both of her wrists to the floor above her head as he straddled her hips, Blondo Stalko staring down at her in a feverish haze. "Why you?"
She frowned up at him in confusion.
He blinked, a wave of dizziness overtaking him visibly before he shook it off and brought his attention back down on her full-force, resentful. Sweat dripped down his face and neck and he suddenly let go of her arms to yank off his shirt and throw it away, baring his chest to her as he captured her wrists once more. He then smiled like a predator. "Like the view? You always do. I'm surprised you haven't started touching me yet."
She gulped and realized that this was the work of his feverish state, it was almost like he was stuck between a fevered dream and reality. Maybe she could talk her way out of this, like she usually did whenever she got herself into tricky situations. "Well, I can't really do much touching if you've got my hands restrained, can I?"
He smirked. "But you like that."
Something inside of her jolted naughtily and she tried to suppress it because damn it, he could be right-she might just like it. "I thought you wanted to be touched."
He stared at her, and she gulped because he looked at her like someone in a desert might look at a cup of water. "I do."
When he loosened his grip on her Chloe knew she should use his weakened state to push him off and do something, but that look had done something to weaken her, and she figured if he thought this was a dream, what could it hurt? The girl reached up and brushed his hair out of his face tenderly once more, a little worried. "Are you okay?"
Something strange passed over his features and he gulped. "I'm-why do you care?"
"You were seriously hurt, I was scared back there." Her voice came out as a gasp when he moved, shifted to accommodate himself between her thighs, bringing them more intimately close than she'd ever been with anyone. "Are you… okay?"
His gaze lowered to her lips. "I'm great." And with that he swooped down and kissed her.
She could feel the fever through his lips, and when she ran her fingers through his hair it was wet, but she still couldn't break away, the world falling away as he kissed her unlike she'd been kissed before. She didn't think she'd be able to pull away even if she wanted to. Chloe had never been one to be blown away by emotions, she was usually quite analytic if she was to be truthful, but what she was experiencing right now had completely overridden any part of her brain that could function and tell her that what she was doing was a very bad idea for many different reasons.
All she knew was that if she stopped kissing him, if he stopped touching her, she might die. A part of her still knew it was physically impossible but-another part of her disagreed vehemently to that. She'd die. She would.
He must've agreed too because when Chloe tore her lips from his to gasp for air he growled in displeasure and trailed his lips down the curve of her neck, teeth and lips alternating from sucking and biting the skin, leaving different sort of claiming marks as his hand trailed down the front of her shirt to cup her breast through the cotton of her shirt.
Chloe cried out, never happier that her father was never around as she arched into the touch, feeling the corresponding hardness against her stomach when she did so. She didn't even realize she was working on his pants until she cried out in frustration when she couldn't figure out how to get the buckle off and he chuckled a dark, pleasured sound that sent shivers of delight down her spine, the male bringing a hand down to help her with the task, his mouth at the hollow of her neck.
He then slumped over on top of her, a heavy weight, and she realized the fever and pain had taken its toll and he'd fainted.
A part of her lust-clogged mind screamed at him, the other part screamed at her.
Just what the hell had she been about to do?
And with him of all people!
Chloe pushed him off of her and somehow managed to fix his pants, her blush ever-blooming. She drew more healing runes on him, put back on his shirt, got him back into his seated position, and placed the drawing stick thingy back where she'd found it before she went back to bed and tried to fall asleep, but it took forever. All she could think about, all she could remember, was what had happened between her and Stalky McStalky, and she realized she had a very serious problem.
As Lois would put it, she had a girl-boner for her stalker.
This was the worse scenario possible.
Jace was in trouble.
He knew that from the second he woke up and realized he'd spent the whole night out of the Institute.
Usually he'd sneak in before anyone figured he'd been out so late but after he'd been called out to check the suspected demon attack and had been ambushed by-he still wasn't even sure what that had been-well, he should've gone back to the Institute but he'd come here. He wasn't even sure why he'd done that. He'd known he'd lost too much blood and was too weak to put the iratze on himself needed to heal, and yet here he was, healed. It was, confusing. He shouldn't be okay, he shouldn't be healed. The last thing he remembered was collapsing onto the floor and that was it. Had he managed to somehow put as many iratze on himself as was needed through the delirium?
The Shadowhunter shook his head and gazed up at the bed, where the object of his latest frustrating dream lay frustratingly peacefully with a frustrating smile on her frustratingly pretty face.
By the Angel, she was frustrating the hell outta him.
She wasn't a mundane, there was no way she was a mundane, he wouldn't accept that! When was she going to admit to herself that she could see him-despite the runes? Why was she pretending that she couldn't? Why was she going to such great lengths to convince him of that fact as well?
The sooner she finally capitulated (because he wasn't going to be the one to give in here), the sooner he could drag her off to the Institute and get Hodge to assign him to her. He'd figure out exactly what she was, and why she could see the Shadow World without the Voyance rune on the back of her hand, and he could better protect her. But first she needed to take that step and actually acknowledge he was there!
Otherwise she tied his hands!
Annoyed beyond belief, Jace shook his head as he went towards the window, able to hear the often-absent father downstairs (for once) in the kitchen.
He sent a backwards look towards Chloe and then took in a deep breath before he left through the window, jumping swiftly into the tree.
Time to face the music at the Institute and come up with some excuse as to why he didn't report back in last night.