|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.
"What is the news on the girl?" Valentine wanted to know, gaze on his wife's portrait.
"She is in the Metropolis Institute." Pangorn was on his knees once more. "We can't get to her unless she steps outside."
Valentine turned to face him. "Then we'll just have to make sure she does step outside, won't we?"
Alec had no idea why he was here.
No, actually, he did know why he was here, and it made it all the more humiliating.
The Shadowhunter took in a deep breath and cleared his throat, unable to believe he was doing this, sinking to this level. He knocked the lion door-knocker and waited, hoped that his information had been right, because otherwise this could get awkward.
"I WAS SLEEPING!" A voice yelled at him.
He blinked in surprise. "Uh, um." He cleared his throat. "I'm, uh, I'm Alec from the, uh, Institute? And I was-."
"Wait." Magnus Bane interrupted immediately. "Are you the Shadowhunter with the pretty blue eyes?"
Alec blinked in surprised. "I don't know if I'd call them pretty…"
"It is you!" Suddenly the door swung open, and Magnus Bane appeared in front of him, somehow managing to look amazing despite only wearing a kimono robe and gold eyeshadow. "Hello. Come in."
Alec cleared his throat as he looked around him, suddenly wished he'd told someone he was coming here, and then ventured inside. "I'm sorry for waking you up."
"No problem." Magnus smiled at him. "Anything for those pretty blue eyes."
Alec fought the blush and reminded himself why he was here. He opened his mouth.
"Mags?" A voice yawned from down the hallway as Lois Lane padded down barefoot, wearing boyshorts and a muscle shirt, no bra. "Who is it? It's an ungodly time of the morning."
"I know, I know." Magnus nodded.
Alec blinked. It was midday.
Lois blinked when she saw who it was, brightened immediately. "It's pretty blue eyes!"
"Exactly." Magnus grinned.
Alec felt less and less sure as he looked from one and the other. Demons and monsters he could handle, and yet facing these two alone kinda terrified him.
The Shadowhunter cleared his throat and steeled himself, glad that his info had been right and the mundane girl had moved in (and taken Moira Lane's things) to the warlock's place, it meant that she was being looked after (Valentine couldn't use her against Chloe - and the Clave didn't have to bother protecting her themselves) and he didn't have to hunt her down to talk to her about this situation. "It's about Chloe."
Chloe tapped her fingers against the desk.
She moved her foot.
She put up the volume of the music that was already blaring in her earphones.
She closed her eyes.
Finally a growl escaped her lips as she yanked the earphones out of her ears and and turned to face the boy who stretched out languidly on her bed. "Why are you always so at home on my bed?"
Jace brought a finger to his mouth in a shushing motion. "I'm studying."
Her mouth fell open in shock. He had not just done that!
The blonde breathed in, breathed out, and then decided that no amount of breathing techniques didn't make her not want to hurt Jace Wayland, so she gave up on the attempt all-together. She twirled around on her chair, just to give herself something to do, but that just made her dizzy, and in the end she was just annoyed and dizzy, and that just made her extra annoyed.
"Don't you have a room of your own?"
He completely ignored her this time, turning the page.
Chloe glared at the guy who had been her shadow ever since she'd become an unwilling guest at the Institute. She didn't leave this room, she didn't want to. Alec didn't really like her, Isabelle was indifferent, and Hodge probably saw her as yet another way to redeem himself in the eyes of the Clave. All in all, it didn't make her want to hang out with these people, and mostly they seemed happy to give her the space she obviously desired. And she said "mostly" because no one told Church, the cat, where to go, and apparently that rule applied to Jace Wayland as well, because he came and went with as much stalkery as he had before.
Only this time he actually interacted with her.
"Shouldn't you be out doing something Shadowhuntery?"
"I am." He waved the book. "Studying."
She hadn't thought he was being truthful when he'd said he was studying. That caught her reluctant interest as the blonde stood and made her way to the bed. She hesitated for a second, gaze on the book. She could feel his golden orbs raise from the text and rest on her but she ignored the feeling, breathed in, and laid down next to him on the bed so she could peek at the text as well, realizing that it was a rune manual. "I remember that one. It's the iratze, right?" She smiled. "I drew it on you with the stele that night you collapsed on my tiles."
He blinked and angled his head towards her in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
She tilted her face to his, not surprised that he didn't remember considering that he'd been pretty feverish. He'd probably thought the whole thing had been a dream. "You know, the last time you dragged yourself all beaten and bruised into my room and decided you had nothing smarter to do than to collapse unconscious on it?" She raised an eyebrow at him mockingly. "Oh come on genius. How do you thinkyou woke up halfway better the next morning? I had to put at least ten iratze on you the night before, and let me tell you, you were out of it." She smirked at him, seeing on his face just how much it horrified him that he didn't know what she was talking about, and that he believed her because a part of him must have suspected that he couldn't have been the one to put the Marks himself.
Jace suddenly smirked. "Are you telling me you accosted me while I was vulnerable?"
Chloe snorted. "If anyone did accosting that night, it was you."
Jace's smirk disappeared. "What do you mean?"
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Nothing." She reached out to turn the page. "What other runes are there? I should probably learn some in case I need to save your butt again or-."
Jace reached out and grabbed her wrist lightning fast. "What do you mean?"
Chloe licked her lips as she looked up at him at the harshness in his voice. "Don't get the wrong idea, Shadowhunter, you didn't rape or force me or anything unpleasant like that." She tried to pull her hand free but he kept her tightly gripped. "What's wrong with-."
Jace stared at her oddly. "Are you saying that whatever I did to you was well received then?"
She hated herself for the blush she could feel on her cheeks. "I won't be traumatized by it. Let's just leave it at that."
He stared at her before his lips curled in a small smile. "I'll have you know I'm known as quite the ladies'-."
She shifted her body so she could cover his mouth with her free hand. "No more ego-filled crap, please." She then cried out and laughed in horrified amusement as she pulled her hand away, flinging said hand around as if it'd been burnt. "Did you just lick me?"
He smirked down at her and made a point to trap her palm and lick it provokingly.
She made the sound of a child who might be crying out in horror from an onslaught of a severe cooties attack, and yet it the sound was tinged with laughter, true laughter, and even she had to admit that since she'd come to stay at the Institute she hadn't really laughed.
Jace's golden eyes twinkled in devilish amusement at her.
Chloe scrunched up her nose at him.
His amusement grew, and the specks of amber in his golden eyes mesmerized her. "You like my eyes, don't you?"
She scoffed. "You like the sound of your own voice, don't you?"
"Don't feel self-conscious about it." He grinned brightly, somehow managing to shift them so that he half leaned over her, the girl on her back and resting with her weight on her elbows. "I've been told I have captivating eyes."
She raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure, deep down inside, you're a puddle of insecurities, aren't you?"
"Sure, of course I am." He leaned in closer, shifting his body so that it rested more fully over hers, his eyes darkening, his voice lowering as his face drew closer. "Wanna be the only one I allow to give me a hug and tell me it'll all be better some day?"
Chloe's heart raced ridiculously fast in her chest as she stared up into his stupidly captivating eyes, her throat dry. "I like girls."
"I'll bare that in mind and make sure to keep you away from Isabelle." His gaze lowered to her lips.
She would've sputtered at that, was about to announce that she was joking, couldn't he tell she was joking, when suddenly Jace swooped down and kissed her deeply. He didn't ease her into the kiss, he didn't seem the type to ease her into anything. No, one hand was palm-down on the bed to sustain his weight as the other wrapped around her and pulled her to him, his mouth searing hers like uncontainable fire.
Chloe whimpered as she arched into his touch, her hands going to his face before trailing up to sink into his silky golden locks. She cried into his mouth, her body electrified as she pulled herself closer to him, desperate need filling her body.
A rational part of the girl tried to remind her that this guy was an arrogant member of the group who were keeping her against her will so she could be interrogated, that this was the same guy who'd stalked her long before that, and yet it didn't matter. All that mattered was his obvious hunger, his need, his overwhelming desire... and its twin within her. Her mind tried to tell her that rationally he was everything wrong for her, and yet something else inside of her told her he was perfection.
A part of her wondered suddenly if her mother had been in love with Valentine, if this was why she'd been able to abandon her husband and child so easily for him and his cause. Chloe tried placing herself in her mother's place, which was surprisingly easy considering that Jace had similar coloring to Valentine's except for the eyes. Was this what had made her mother so weak?
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and the two teens pulled apart rapidly, each on opposite sides of the bed, eyeing the other.
Jace's eyes were molten gold, hungrier than ever before he shut off all emotion in his face, cleared his throat, and went to see who was at the door.
She watched him go with trepidation.
Something within Chloe had responded so instinctively to that look of hunger that it terrified her.
"The Clave don't believe that the block you placed on her mind can't be removed and isn't related to the Mortal Cup." Alec licked his lips."They suspect that you might be in league with Valentine, if he truly is rising, and that you're trying to stall on his behalf."
Magnus snorted. "I fought in the Uprising, against Valentine. Many of you Shadowhunters can't say the same."
Alec shifted uncomfortably on his feet.
"And how could the Clave have decided all of this if they haven't even arrived yet?" Lois wanted to know.
"They aren't going to come as yet." Alec knew he shouldn't be telling outsiders, a Downworlder and a mundane, this. "They just sent word to Hodge that she needs to be taken to the Silent City to see the Silent Brothers."
"I'm guessing the Silent Brothers aren't an emo grunge band." Lois looked between them.
Alec was unable to understand how the mundane came up with these odd things of hers.
Magnus sneered, apparently used to the mundane's oddness by now. "The Clave believes that the Silent Brothers can undo my block. That's insulting. Comical, but insulting."
Lois hugged a pillow shaped like a lollipop to her chest. "How will this effect things, Mags?"
Magnus frowned darkly at her. "I now expect those issues to be graver than anticipated."
Lois went pale and shot out of the sofa unexpectedly, throwing herself at Alec as she grabbed the shocked Shadowhunter's hands. "You've got to stop them! You've got to tell them they can't do this! They're going to hurt her!"
"Hurt?" Alec didn't particularly like Chloe much, but he didn't want her to get hurt. "The Silent Brothers wouldn't-."
"The block is fragile, okay?" Lois gripped his hands tightly, the mundane's eyes wide in terror. "If they mess with it, once it comes down, she'll go even more coocoo for coco puffs than she'd be if it came down naturally."
Alec hadn't understood a word that had come out of her mouth, but he'd gotten the gist of the urgency. He turned to Magnus in surprised reproach. "What you did to the girl will harm her?" Again, he didn't like Chloe, was jealous as hell of the way Jace was with her, but that didn't mean he wanted her to get hurt.
"It wouldn't have had these effects if certain people had done what they were supposed to, and others hadn't interfered." Magnus eyed him pointedly before he took in a deep breath. "No use crying over spilt milk. What's done is done and what's left to do is to deal with the repercussions, especially once the Silent Brothers are done with her." His gaze went to Lois. "Hodge would've sent them to the Silent City the moment he received the message from the Clave. Pretty Blue Eyes can do nothing to stop what will happen to your cousin, or the effects it will have on her psychologically."
Lois let go of Alec, visibly stricken as she stumbled back onto the sofa.
Alec realized what Magnus was saying, and he felt a vicious sense of relief, knowing that there was no way Jace would have the hots for a crazy girl. And yet that relief turned into guilt when he saw the destruction on the mundane's face. "I'm sorry." And he truly was.
Lois merely nodded faintly, staring ahead of her, apparently catatonic.
A tiny cat jumped onto the female and rubbed its head against her in an obvious effort to comfort her.
"Ah, he has a conscience," Magnus teased soft enough for only Alec to be able to hear. "Not just a raging libido."
Alec looked up at him, eyes narrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"
The warlock didn't answer, but his smile was too knowing for Alec's comfort.
"Magnus said that the block couldn't be removed and that it was best to just leave it alone to fall on its own."
"Magnus Bane could have his own, self-serving reasons for wanting your memories to remain blocked for however long he wants them to remain that way."
Chloe scoffed as she gazed at the entrance of the crypt, completely wary with this plan considering they were in the middle of a cemetery. That never ended well, in her experience. She'd had too many misadventures in cemeteries, and talking about said misadventures, Chloe knew that Magnus had magicked her father, but he hadn't magicked her friends, and she knew that by now they had to be asking questions about her disappearing act and the fact that she wasn't contacting them. "As if you lot don't have self-serving reasons for wanting them unblocked."
Jace placed his hands on his lean hips as he turned his golden eyes on her, eyebrow raised. "You say 'you lot' as if you're not one of us."
"That's because I'm not one of you, genius." She rolled her eyes, unable to understand why she was attracted to this guy.
Jace frowned. "You're a Shadowhunter, you are one of us."
She scoffed and raised her arms. "Do you see runes tattooed on me? The Enkeli? The Voyance? How about any other rune needed by a Shadowhunter?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "No? Right." She lowered her arms. "Not a Shadowhunter."
He frowned darker, apparently disturbed by her declaration. "You're the daughter of a Shadowhunter, you have it in your blood. You are a Shadowhunter."
"What happened to Mundie?" She was being difficult and she knew it.
"You're not a Mundane and you never will be, even if you have assimilated yourself incredibly well into their world and can pass for one of them." His gaze went to the grounds of the cemetery. "But you can't hide from what's in your veins."
She gulped. That was what she was afraid of. She wanted to think she was nothing like the mother who abandoned her, and yet as she admired Jayce in the sunlight, admired the wrong guy for her, well, she couldn't help but agree with him. She couldn't hide what was in her veins, in her DNA. Bad choices. She was made up of very bad choices.
Jace licked his lips.
Her gaze followed the action before she stopped herself and took in a deep breath as she forced herself to look away. "Why are you so on edge?"
"I'm not on edge."
"Yes, you are."
He sent her an annoyed look before he returned to gazing around them. "What do you know about the Silent Brothers?"
She fixed him with a raised eyebrow. "Well, I hear it's the most killer death metal rock band out there."
He blinked in confusion and turned to look at her oddly. "What?"
She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from bursting out in laughter at his utterly perplexed expression. "Sex symbols, the whole lot of them. Draco Malfoy, the guitarist, with his platinum blonde locks, Blaise Zabini at the electric violin with his sinfully sweet chocolate skin, Tom Riddle - the face of the band and drummer, and Severus Snape with his voice." She could see that she had him completely befuddled. "And there's their number one hit: A Hundred Points From Gryffindor."
"No." Jace shook his head. "Have you been talking to Isabelle? I think she was messing with you."
The only one who was messing with someone was her, but she let it slide without correction, for now.
Jace cleared his throat. "The Silent Brothers aren't musicians, far from it, they can't even speak."
All laughter left Chloe at that. "What do you mean they can't speak? How will we-?"
"Telepathy." Jace took in a deep breath, visibly disturbed by these Silent Brothers himself. "It's one of their abilities. They're a powerful group of male Shadowhunters who serve as archivists and medics, and to strengthen their minds they have taken upon themselves the most power of runes… Runes which has left them… highly disfigured."
She gulped loudly. "I don't want to do this anymore."
Not that she'd wanted to do this in the first place.
Jace turned to her. "Despite what they may appear, they are good men."
"I don't care." She glared at him. "Magnus said the block should stay, and I don't trust any freaky guys with Jedi Mind tricks to play with my head! I don't want to do this!"
Jace frowned as he stared at her. "You are scared."
"Of course I'm scared!" She snapped at him.
Jace's face darkened. "You do not trust me to protect you?"
"Why would I trust you?" Her voice was a snarl. "I have no reason at all to trust you!"
Jace flinched as if hit before he nodded and looked away as he gulped. "You are right. You have no reason to trust any of us."
"Damn straight I don't." She hugged herself.
"You have much so lose and we do not." He seemed to be speaking to himself. "What if-what if I gave you something you could hold over me? A secret that no one knows, not even Alec?"
Chloe frowned as she turned to look at him curiously. "Why would you tell me something like that?"
"To prove that you can trust me, and that I trust you."
She frowned harder. "Why would you trust me? Just because you stalked me doesn't mean you know me well enough to trust me with your deepest, darkest secrets you know. I could be a total flake and post it all over my facebook wall."
He seemed both amused and confused at her. "Woman, you're never happy, are you?"
Chloe glared at him. "You're not taking this seriously!"
"I know the man who tried to kidnap you, I recognized him as one of the men who killed my father when I was a child." Jace's face went serious, he wasn't joking anymore. "I haven't told anyone the identity of the person, just that it was one of Valentine's men, because if Hodge knew that it was one of the men who killed my father…" he took in a deep breath. "I now know who ordered my father's death all those years ago." His eyes went dark, vicious. "Valentine."
Chloe stared up at the young Shadowhunter as the pieces fell into place around her. "You're planning on killing him… Valentine, I mean… For what he did to your father."
Jace nodded curtly. "I was ten when it happened, we lived in a manor house out in the country since my father believed it was safer from people that way. I heard that man, and others, coming up the drive and I went to tell my father who told me to hide, and I obeyed him without question. I went and hid under the stairs and saw that man and his comrades come, heard them say that they were working under the orders of their master, and then they cut my father's throat. His blood ran across the floor and soaked my shoes but I didn't move because he'd told me to."
He'd delivered that whole emotional speech with such stoic emotionless one might think he didn't care, but his eyes, they were gleaming with all the emotion his voice lacked.
Chloe licked her lips, suddenly unable to see him like she had before and doubting she ever would again. "Hodge wouldn't let you go after Valentine, so that's why you're keeping what you know secret."
He gave a swift nod, not looking at her.
"You know it's probably suicidal to go after Valentine, right?" She eyed him curiously.
He snorted. "You haven't seen me in battle." His lips suddenly curled and his expression went from dark to flirtatious. "I've been told I'm quite the sight to behold."
"I'm sure you are, Romeo." She patted his cheek patronizingly. "I'm sure you'll dazzle Valentine with your masculine beauty right before you gut him."
Jace grinned brightly. "Well, whatever works."
Chloe chuckled, unable to believe that the sombre mood had passed that quickly. She chanced it returning though as she licked her lips. "So, tell me about your dad."
"His name was Michael, and he was nothing like your father. Your dad could have used some fathering from mine." Jace shook his head in disapproval.
Chloe slapped Jace's arm. "Don't badmouth my dad!"
"He leaves you alone constantly." Jace appeared unrepentant. "He's lax even for a mundie."
"We're not talking about my dad, we were talking about yours." She glared at him. "Start."
Jace took in a deep breath and glanced away as he played with the ring he'd only started to wear recently (that she'd seen at least), a W with some sort of design on it. "He died when I was very young, as you already know, but he expected me to be well-rounded educationally. I learnt to play the piano from a very young age-."
"You know how to play the piano?" Her eyes widened.
He paused. "You like the piano? I'll play for you sometime." He then continued. "He also indulged me though and taught me everything a young boy could ever want to know - weapons training, demonology, arcane lore and ancient languages were only some of the things I learnt under his tutelage. If there was anything I wanted he gave it to me, horses, weapons, books…" there was a pause. "He even gifted me a hunting falcon."
"Sounds… nice." She wondered what it might've been like to grow up knowing about her Shadowhunter heritage and realized she was somewhat jealous of Jace. "What do you miss most about him?"
Jace shrugged. "Knowing he was there-that I had a father-that I belonged."
Chloe was shocked that he'd answered so honestly. It made her want to respond in kind. "I miss how my mother would pull me up into her lap and hold me against her heartbeat and make me feel like I was the only thing that mattered to her."
Jace eyed her. "Chloe, have you not asked yourself why Valentine is searching for the Mortal Cup?"
"Not really." The blonde shook her head. "Hodge seems to think it makes sense that the bad guy wants a magic cup that makes good guys, and he knows more about this then I do so I'm just going with the flow."
Jace shot her a look before he tried again. "What I meant to say is: Hodge insinuated that your mother either took the Cup when she left the Circle of Raziel, or knew who took the Mortal Cup from Valentine." He licked his lips. "So why didn't she give him the Mortal Cup when she went back to him all those years ago? Or at least told him its location?"
Chloe's eyes widened in shock, unable to believe she hadn't asked herself this question. "Maybe I'm not the only one with a block on my mind."
"Maybe the antidote you remember the man talking to himself about… maybe it's an antidote to the block." Jace stared at her.
Chloe looked up at him, seeing the truth in his eyes. "You really think that, don't you? You don't believe Magnus Bane when he says this could hurt me."
Jace nodded solemnly.
For the first time since this had all begun, true doubt began to creep within the recesses of Chloe's mind.