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Jace Wayland's Unstealthy Stalking 5/? 
19th-Mar-2014 01:51 pm
Chlace---Chloe/Jace Wayland -SV/TMI
Jace Wayland's Unstealthy Stalking
Title: Jace Wayland's Unstealthy Stalking
Fandoms: Smallville/The Mortal Instruments - City of Bones
Pairing: Chloe Sullivan/Jace Wayland
Rating T+
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: 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.

"You don't say." Moira Sullivan smiled tenderly at her daughter.

"I do." Eight year old Chloe Sullivan shook her head of long, golden ringlets, cheeky smile in place. "Not everyone is as happy a person as I am you know."

Moira pulled her daughter to her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "It's true. Not everyone are as fortunate as we have been." She dragged her daughter up onto her lap, the two of them hugging each other as they gazed at a picture of a newborn Chloe, Moira and Gabe. "So you know that just the fact that your daddy and I have decided to try for another kid doesn't mean that we love you any less."

"Pffft." Chloe rolled her eyes. "I want a kid brother or sister; someone to torment."

Moira burst out laughing. "What a rotten child you are!"

Chloe giggled and cuddled closer into her mother's heat. "But seriously momma, I would love a brother or sister, and I would always love them. I've always wanted one."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah…" Chloe nodded as she closed her eyes. "Especially a brother."

Moira raised an eyebrow in visible intrigue as to the workings of her daughter's mind. "Why a brother? I think you'd do better with a sister. Someone to play dress up with."

"Maybe." The child yawned. "But a brother would protect me."

Moira gave a little laugh. "You'd be the older sister, honey. You'd have to protect him."

She shook her head. "He'd be the brother. Older or younger, he'd protect me."

Moira hugged her tightly and pressed another kiss to the top of her head. "I love you so much honey, so very much."

The girl was about to drift to sleep. "I love you too, momma."

A knock sounded on the door. Moira got up and placed Chloe on the sofa before she went to the door and opened it, a cry escaping her lips.

"Hello, Moira."

Half asleep, Chloe rubbed at her eyes as she sat up in the sofa. "Momma? Who is it?"

Her mother turned to look at her in mute horror.

The man in the doorway eyed Chloe with some contempt. "I see you've assimilated yourself into this mundane's life and forgotten your true obligations, your true purpose." He entered the house without any invitation as he neared the child, who awoke fully under this stranger's gaze. "I can see why you could grow attached to her though. Such a pretty child, practically glowing with life." He reached out to grip Chloe's long golden locks. "I hear you've been a little distraction."

"Don't you dare touch my daughter." Moira came after him.

"Your daughter." This man scoffed as his grip tightened in Chloe's hair nearly painfully, almost punishingly. "Don't make me laugh." He stared at Chloe with thinly-veiled disgust as he let go of the terrified little girl. "I'm here for you. I have no interest in this child."

Chloe looked up at her in confusion and fear, scalp stinging. "Momma?"

Moira seemed to think something over before she took in a deep breath. "I understand."

He raised an eyebrow. "I trust you know where we need to go after we leave here." When Moira merely nodded silently he gave a small smile and turned his gaze to Chloe, reaching out to cup her face, his touch more gentle this time, even though his black eyes were far from gentle. "She really does have a certain glow to her."

Moira's hands tightened into clenched fists at her side.

"Momma?" Chloe whispered, really scared.

"Be quiet." Moira had never spoken to her like that before.

Chloe flinched and did as told.

He stood and moved towards Moira. "Let's go. We have much to do and a long way to travel."

Moira nodded. "Of course. If we leave now we can make it there before nightfall."

"Good." He reached for the door and opened it before he sent the woman a curious look. "Do you want to say goodbye to the girl? I wouldn't keep you from doing so. I am not a monster, you know, despite what you did to me." He held his hand out to her. "I understand and I forgive."

Eight year old Chloe stared in horror at her mother and the man.


Moira shook her head. "No. This part of my life is over. I should just rip my connection with them off like a band-aid." She placed her hand in his and turned it as she brought the back of his hand to her lips and kissed it.

He shook his head, pleased.

Fear pulled at Chloe's heart, the child somehow knowing that if her mother crossed the threshold of that door she'd never see her again. She screamed for her mother, screamed her name, screamed that she loved her, begged her not to leave her, but her mother never hesitated, never looked back once, and left with that man, closing the door shut behind her with a resounding bang.


Chloe cried out as she sat up in bed, sweating, her heart racing as she stared in front of her trying to catch her breath. She couldn't believe she still had that nightmare and that it affected her this badly. Then again, maybe it made sense that she'd had it tonight with everything that'd happened with Magnus Bane and her mother coming up in the conversation, it was bound to stir up bad memories, wasn't it?

There was movement in the darkness and it was only thanks to her live-in stalker that Chloe was used to such things and didn't scream immediately despite the fact that this wasn't her room, or her house. She covered her face and breathed in and out, using the excuse of trying to calm down from her nightmare to glance through her slitted fingers to assess the situation in the dark room and realized that all three Shadowhunters were there. Goddamn it. The blonde must've said something to convince the other two to at least check out his suspicions about her again. That ungrateful ass. See if she saved and then made out with him ever again!

The girl breathed in and out, licked her lips, and figured out she was just going to have to convince them that she couldn't see them.

Oh god, this was going to be embarrassing.

With a sigh, Chloe pulled her hands from her face and gazed towards Lois, who was snoring on her side of the bed. The blonde then slipped out of the bed and stretched, her clothes sticking to her body from the sweat from her nightmare. It usually ended up this way when she had the nightmare of the day her mother left, and she didn't give herself time to think about her really horrible plan to convince those watching that she couldn't see them. The girl pulled her shirt off of her and let it fall to the ground at her feet before she pulled down her shorts.

MacStalkerson's eyes went wide as he hurriedly covered the other guy's eyes with his hand.

The female covered her mouth with her hands, as if she was barely keeping from snorting in laughter.

Chloe moved towards the bathroom and left the door open as she turned on the water and bathed, leaving the light off not to bother Lois. She hoped to god that this would convince them that she couldn't see them, at least convince those two dark haired ones! She couldn't handle all of this with all three of them added on top of everything! The blonde bathed and slipped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her body as she went to the sink and wiped at the steam that covered the mirror as she stared at her pale reflection in the dark bathroom.

There was a scuffle in the bedroom and she was worried about Lois for a second, but then then she could hear the door creak open behind her and saw a flash of blonde reflected in the darkness in the mirror.

The blonde lowered her gaze, her grip on the edge of the sink as she stared at said sink and breathed in and out, in and out, feeling him drawing nearer.

He was behind her, she could both feel him and see his reflection in the sink.

Was he here to kill her? Was that it?

She closed her eyes as her grip on the edge of the sink tightened.

He was suddenly yanked away from her, and her eyes opened wide in surprise at the coldness left behind at his absence. The girl ran her hand through her hair and turned, seeing the two boys glaring at each other, but she ignored them as she walked between them and out of the bathroom into the bedroom, stealing one of Lois' nightgowns, dropping the towel to the floor while the boys argued softly in the bathroom, and slipping the nightgown over her head before she got back into bed next to her cousin.

The female Shadowhunter eyed her curiously before she moved towards the window.

The two males exited the bathroom silently, the dark haired one motioning for the blonde to follow him, now.

The blonde took in a deep breath before he did so.

The female eyed Chloe once more before she followed as well.

Chloe wondered, as she tried to go back to sleep, if she'd finally convinced them and if this was the last that she'd see of the Shadowhunters.


"What the hell was that in there?" Alec wanted to know, running his hand through his hair as he pointed with his other towards the house.

"What was what?" Jace was barely keeping his patience intact himself. "The part where you forced me to-?"

"The part where you went into her bathroom, when she'd just finished bathing!" Alec snapped at him.

"I gave her enough time to put on a towel." Jace snapped right back at him. "You saw her. She was having a nightmare. Something was bothering her."

"Are you concerned over the mundie, Jace?" Isabelle eyed him suspiciously.

"She's not a mundane." Jace couldn't get how they couldn't see it. "She knew we were there."

"Oh, so she just tore her clothes off because we were there?" Alec snarled.

"Yes!" Jace snarled back.

Isabelle looked very impressed. "You really think that?"

Jace palmed his face. "She's never done anything like that before. That sort of out of the norm behavior suggests that she was trying to prove something."

"Or that she honestly had no idea that we were there!" Alec shook his head.

Isabelle sent the house a backwards glance. "What is it about that mun-girl, Jace?"

"I don't know." And he hated to admit it. "I just don't know."


There it was again, that sound.

Eyes narrowed, Chloe sat up in her cousin's bed and listened intently. She'd watched the trio as they walked away and had been sure that they were gone, but if that was so then what in the world-there it was again.

Gulping, Chloe eyed Lois and then moved towards the door. She opened it and then turned the lock as she closed it behind her, protecting the sleeping brunette. Chloe looked around the dark hallway of her uncle's home and looked left and right, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from, and then she heard it again and moved towards the sound. What was it?

Turning the corner, the blonde reached the stairs and looked down. Below, the door to the library was ajar. She spent a lot of her time over at Lois' in the library because, despite the fact that The General didn't like her mother, he'd taken in a lot of her books after she'd left, and Chloe would come over to read them. It seemed like there was someone in the library, and that was weird considering that The General was in Michigan for some sort of special training thing.

Eyes narrowed, Chloe narrowed her eyes and saw definite shadows move in the library. There was someone there. The girl turned to leave. She had to get to a phone and call the police to report the break in immediately.


Chloe froze at the sound of her mother's hissed name and looked back down below. What about her mom? Were whoever were below there looking through her mother's books?

The blonde knew it was a stupid idea even as she began to make her way down the steps, one at a time, and as she drew further below she could hear a little more of what was being said inside.


"-last resort-."

"-so many years now-."

She narrowed her eyes and crept off of the stairs, her shoeless feet helping her to move soundlessly as she approached the door to the library, which was ajar. There seemed to be two people inside, males, and they were definitely looking for something.

"It has to be here."

"We've looked everywhere else."

"Maybe the brat knows."

"Mundie brat knows nothing."

"Hurts none to ask her. Especially when she's just on the other side of the door."

Chloe's eyes widened and she didn't have time to react for the door to be yanked fully open to reveal two burly men, one of them pulled her in and the other closed the door. "What do you want?"

The men looked at her, almost in shock.

She stood there, pinned against the door, one of the men's hands around her throat, not about to scream and wake up Lois.

"You look like-."

Were they going to say that she looked like her mother?

Chloe stopped struggling as she looked from one to the other in shock. No one had ever told her that before. She didn't really think she looked like her, maybe her light colored eyes, but otherwise the coloring was wrong considering she had blonde hair and pale skin.

The second male got over whatever shock they'd gotten when they saw her better than the first and he narrowed his eyes at her. "If you value your life, girl, you'll tell us where the Cup is."

"Cup?" She blinked in utter confusion. "Why didn't you tell me you were thirsty? I'll get you a drink of water."

The one holding her reacted and pulled from her the door only to slam her back against it. "Let's try this one more time. The. Cup. Where is it?"

The world was spinning. "Cup. Cup. Cup." She scratched at his hand. "World Cup? Soccer Cup? What Cup?"

"Don't play games with us little girl." His voice was a snarl as he tightened his grip on her. "You know what we're talking about. You must've seen Moira with the Cup when you were a child."

She was seeing spots dancing in front of her eyes, and wondered if maybe this Cup had something to do with the block on her mind. "Oh, right, that Cup." She gulped in air desperately when he loosened his grip greatly at that. "Why weren't you more specific in the first place?"

"Where is it?" He dropped her to her feet. "Give it to us and we will consider sparing your pathetic, mundane life."

"Gees, you two are so magnanimous." She rubbed her throat as she gazed between the both of them, stalling as she tried to figure out how to get herself out of this mess. "Why exactly where you looking for the Cup here?"

"Where is it?" They weren't going to be any sort of help, were they?

"Fine, but once you do take it leave this place. I don't want anything of my mother's close to me, I have abandonment issues you know and counseling fees are high." Chloe rolled her eyes and moved towards the desk, a weird buzzing in the back of her head. "Are you friends of hers?"

One of them stormed up to her and grabbed her arm, lifting her up. "Stop stalling and-!"

It was all she'd needed. She'd used the time to grab the letter opener and jabbed it up into his neck. When he dropped her to yell and bring his hands to the wound, Chloe acted on instinct, using the letter opener to slice up his skin, grunting as the blade carved through. She finished, vaguely aware that the wound she'd left was oddly in the shape of a design, in time for the other guy to backhand her and send her flying into the wall.

"That mundie bitch-!" But the one she'd carved up didn't have time to finish that sentence began suddenly his skin was bubbling, his eyes widening in horror as he turned to look at his comrade in scared confusion. "What's happening to me?"

His companion did nothing to help, he instead backed away from him in horror and only watched as his comrade dissolved into a pile of boiling blubber. He then turned to face Chloe, his eyes wide in shocked understanding.

For Chloe the world was breaking apart, shattering all around her, going dark and then shockingly white. She might have a concussion and thus was in no condition to fight back when the remaining guy stalked towards her and instead of killing her like she thought he would, he yanked the bloody letter opener from her hands, threw it far away from her, and grabbed and threw her over his shoulder. The girl weakly tried to hit his back with her hands but it was barely a tap as he turned to leave with her hanging upside down like some sack of potatoes.

"Never thought I'd see a living rendition of Beauty and the Beast." Never before had she been so happy to hear her stalker's voice before. "Now that I have, you can put her down, nice and easy."

"You know who I serve, Shadowhunter?" The one who held her snarled.

"Yeah, we know who you serve." That was a female voice. "Now put the girl down so we can kill you."

"You don't want to do this, don't want to anger him." The one who held her warned.

"What would he want with a mundie?" That had to be the dark haired guy.

The one holding her laughed darkly.

"How many times do I have to tell you two that she's not a mundane?" The blonde haired one snapped.

Suddenly Chloe was thrown violently into someone, and then all went black.


"I can't believe you marked a mundane!" Hodge Starkweather snapped at Jace. "Were you trying to turn her into a Forsaken?"

"Respectfully, sir, I knew she wasn't a mundane when I marked her with the invisibility rune. And it proved that I was right this whole time. She isn't a mundane, she survived the process without any complications and we were able to get her out of there without her cousin finding us, or seeing us take her." Jace held his hands behind him, standing in a military position. "The cousin had heard the ruckus was caused while fighting his servant, who escaped, and she'd called the police. If we were to take the girl without the cousin or the police finding us we had to use the rune."

"You took a great risk, you are only lucky that girl isn't a mundane or you'd have broken the Law, and even I couldn't have saved you then." Hodge ran his hand over his face as he took in a deep breath, his eyes on the boy, unable to believe that Jace was giving him this much trouble. Sure, the boy had always had a mischievous streak in him, but it had never been like this. "Are you sure that it was one of Valentine's men who attacked this girl's house? Who was trying to kidnap her?"

Jace nodded. "If I hadn't convinced the others to go back she would have been taken."

Hodge eyed the boy, not sure what to say. "And you say her name is Chloe Sullivan, and her birth certificate declares her mother's maiden name as Moira Lane? Neither Lane nor Sullivan are Shadowhunter names. What interest could Valentine have in the girl?"

"It could do have to do with how she can see the Shadow World without the Voyance rune, sir." Jace reminded him.

"And you've learnt nothing else about her during your… investigation… that could be of any use?" He narrowed his eyes. There was just something about the way Jace was reacting to this girl… "Go, I want you to be there once she awakens. Let me know the moment she does."

Jace nodded and left, a little too eagerly.

Hodge watched him go and his eyes narrowed suspiciously.


"Do you have the Mortal Cup?" Valentine stared at his servant.

"No sire." He shook his head, bowed.

Valentine stared down in intrigue. "I thought I told your faction not to return to me without the Mortal Cup or an antidote, or I would kill you. So why have you dared to show your face?"

"Because, Lord Valentine, I do not have the Mortal Cup, or the antidote, but I have news of equal value." He kept his head bowed.

This sounded interesting. "And what, pray tell, do you think could be of equal value to me as those two things?"

"Phelan died on this campaign My Lord Valentine," he took in deep breath. "Gabriel Sullivan's daughter killed him."

Valentine froze on his throne. "Say that again?" The last time he'd seen the mundane child she'd been screaming after Moira as the woman left her behind. The detestably pitiable kid didn't look capable of bringing anyone, much less Phelan of all people, to their deaths.

"She did, Milord." He sounded sure of it. "I saw it with my own eyes."

"And pray tell how did this girl bring Phelan to his bitter end?" Valentine wanted to hear this, disbelieving.

There was a pause, and then he took in a deep breath. "She used a letter opener and then carved a rune I have never seen before into his skin." He gulped, as if able to sense how Valentine went deadly still at this news.

"A… letter opener?" Valentine breathed in, breathed out. "Are you not sure it wasn't a stele?"

"No, I had looked at it earlier myself while searching through the mundane's library. It was a common letter opener." The man sounded sure, confident. "She used it to carve the rune into Phelan's skin-but she didn't have any runes on her-she isn't a Shadowhunter. She shouldn't have any runic training."

Valentine tightened his grip on the arms on his throne. "What happened to Phelan? What did this rune of hers do to him?"

The man bowed his head further. "His skin-his whole body-bubbled-boiled-away into nothing. There was no trace of him left, no evidence to be found of his existence. I do not believe that there was anything left of him by the time those from the Metropolis Institute arrived. I think they believe I acted alone, although I am sure the girl will tell them otherwise once she awakens."

Valentine sat transfixed on his throne as realization hit him hard like a sword to the gut.

She'd lied.

The child they'd left behind hadn't been the mundane's!

The revelation left him reeling and he was glad that he was seated because had he been standing...

He'd been so sure of Moira's inability to carry a child to term! It, and her fidelity to his cause, were what had made her the perfect initial guinea pig, as any child of hers would be stillborn and able to be studied! It was why he'd done all sorts of tests, all sorts of things he wouldn't have otherwise, hadn't done otherwise.

His eyes widened as he realized what tests, which exact experiments, he'd been conducting on the fetus Moira had been pregnant with before her disappearance. The fetus he'd been sure she'd miscarried, just like the others, due to the large amount of blood that he'd found in her home later on.

It took all of his years of practice to keep breathing normally, excitement boiling within him as he realized exactly what was running through that child's veins. But that excitement turned to darkness as he realized the betrayal on his hands.

Moira had known, she'd known, that that girl was his greatest victory, was the key to everything, and she'd not only kept the child (and even knowledge of the child) from him, but she'd let some mundane raise her for all these years! Years he could've spent molding that girl to suit his needs, to suit her true purpose in life! The very reason she'd survived her mother's treacherous womb and been born for!

Valentine rose from the throne, darkness and anger emerging from him in a sound so harsh it wasn't human.


Lois sat, chilled to the bone, as the police took her statement, but there wasn't much she could tell them, it wasn't like she'd seen much, was there? Chloe had locked her in and had gone to face whatever had been downstairs-probably those damned Shadowhunters-on her own. And now look at the mess the library was in.

The brunette brought her hands to her face and cried.


Jace stared down at Chloe, who had two runes on her, the invisibility rune and the iratze, which should help heal her concussion. If only she hadn't been so stubborn and had acknowledged his presence sooner, things wouldn't have escalated to this degree and he could've gotten her to the sanctuary of the Institute before any of this happened. But it didn't matter anymore, at least everyone knew he'd been right (like usual) and she was here, where she belonged. She obviously had some Shadowhunter blood in her somewhere in her lineage, either mother or father, and Hodge was looking into it, so that was a good thing. They'd figure this out.


The block was still strong enough to continue working, removing her memory of what exactly had happened in the library, all trace of the memory of the symbol she'd carved, and of what she'd done with the letter opener blurring. It removed Phelan completely from her recollection, blending him and his words with the other guy, leaving it so that in her mind there'd only been one attacker-one attacker who liked to talk to himself.

And, unfortunately, when later asked about the events of that night, that was exactly how she'd remember them, just as her mother would have wanted her to.

19th-Mar-2014 09:11 pm (UTC)
Great update! I'm very interested to see what happens when Chloe wakes up.
21st-Mar-2014 01:48 am (UTC)
There will be some things for her to digest once she does!
19th-Mar-2014 11:00 pm (UTC)
i'm sitting her on the edge of my bed... bitting my nails, it's soo freaking exciting.... i need more, please ;)
21st-Mar-2014 01:48 am (UTC)
The next chappie has been posting! Don't bite those nails anymore!!!!
20th-Mar-2014 07:19 pm (UTC)
Relying on Wikipedia regarding the Mortal Instruments mythology since I haven't gotten around to the books yet. Really am loving this. I wonder what happens now that Chloe's at the Institute. I'm thinking she can't ignore Jase now. Lol. Looking forward for more! :-)
21st-Mar-2014 01:49 am (UTC)
Haha! That's quick thinking!
Oh, there will definitely be no ignoring now---unless he annoys her!
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