|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.
"So Magnus explained the whole Angel Raziel being summoned by Jonathan Shadowhunter and then bleeding into the Angel Cup and that's how the first Shadowhunter was created." Apparently Lois was way more up to date than Chloe when it came to Shadowhunter lore, the brunette gazing at the different things on display in the archives. "And I get the whole - you need the Cup, thing - but shouldn't you guys still be okay and grow your ranks by, you know, having sex?"
Chloe snickered. Of course Lois would ask blunt, sexual questions.
"Women aren't only breeding tools, you know." Isabelle raised an eyebrow. "We're warriors in our own right."
Lois nodded. "So they're too busy battling demons to have kids. Gotcha."
Isabelle narrowed her eyes. "That is not what I meant. My mother has three children and yet she is still active in the Clave and doing her duties."
"You have another sibling?" Chloe was surprised to hear that.
"A little brother, Max. He's with my mother and father in Idris." Isabelle didn't seem bothered with the fact that most of her family were gone for so long and so far away.
Alec stared out of a window and seemed to be ignoring them.
Chloe eyed the young Shadowhunter and wondered if she read his resentment correctly or if she was completely off-base when it came to him. She hadn't spent enough time with him, but sometimes when he'd look at Jace, or the way his voice would change or his features would soften when he spoke to his fighting partner, well, she had a suspicion as to why he kept himself apart the way he did. It made her feel extremely sad for him, because it was obvious that Jace didn't even notice that something was bothering Alec, the blonde instead being his stalkery self withher.
She turned her gaze, her greens on Jace, and found him watching her, just like she'd known she'd find him. It was almost a given, that he'd be watching her, like it was a fact. It was flattering as hell, but now, with this suspicion about Alec, she began to feel a little guilty, not that any of this was her fault.
"Oh, so they're good enough not to kill because they have souls, but they're not good enough to mix with?" Lois' voice was steel.
"At least a mundane can be turned into a Shadowhunter, but a Downworlder can't, and they can't be marked with a rune either." Isabelle raised an eyebrow. "I'm not saying anything-I've dated my fair share of Downworlders-but it's not like Shadowhunters are the only ones who look down on them, they don't like us much either."
"So what's the deal with the Accord then if you guys all secretly hate each other?" Lois wanted to know, making up her face. "Isn't that you guys all being hypocritical? Like mean girls smiling at each other's faces and then mumbling about how much weight the other has put on behind their backs!?"
Jace let out a deep sigh, as if he were having to put up with the burdens of the world.
At least Alec had finally turned away from the window and was eyeing his sister and Lois with mild interest.
Jace's golden gaze turned to Chloe and he let out another sigh as he raised an eyebrow as if blaming this all on her and telling her to do something before things got physical between the two dark haired beauties.
A jolt of pain rocked Chloe's head, similar to when she'd been in the presence of the Silent Brothers, and she hissed as she brought her hand to her head rapidly.
He stalked the room back and forth, back and forth, like a caged lion. His black eyes were narrowed, his white-blonde hair slicked back. His movements were agitated and precise as he kept going to the testing tube to wait for the results, to see if anything had changed, and when he saw that nothing had he growled and moved away.
His gaze rose to the stairs that led to a door that barred from the inside, a door only he had the key to. He took in a deep breath before he turned and went back to the test tube and gazed, waiting for results. Nothing. Another failure.
He cursed and moved to a pedestal, where the Mortal Cup stood, the man snapping it up and staring at it, at the centerpiece to his plan, toeverything.
"And then they had the nerve to tell me that everything was fine!" Lois hugged the cushion to her chest. "She fainted, Magnus! She screamed, fainted, and spasmed a little for good measure while bleeding from her eyes and ears!" She closed her eyes. "One of those creepy Silent Brothers came, apparently they're the Shadowhunter equivalent of medics, and he said that it was just backlash of their having messed with the block and all she needed was rest to get better, but I knew better. The block-they destabilized it, didn't they?"
Magnus took in a deep breath. "Don't ask, Lois. There's nothing I can do. It's passed that stage."
"Look, I'll take a look at it, but there's nothing I can do about it as it is." Magnus shook his head at her. "We need to wait for it to come down completely on its own."
She hugged her cushion tighter. "And then?"
Magnus stared at her. "And then we see just how bad the damage is."
Chloe wondered what it said about her that the moment she awoke in the dark of her room later that night her first thoughts were wondering where exactly Jace was. She figured that considering her last memory was of Lois and Isabelle arguing something must've happened, and if something happened Jace should be around being his stalker self, so when she couldn't immediately make him out in the darkness around her the girl was both surprised and a little disconcerted. She'd seriously expected to see him somewhere in the room. Where was he and why wasn't he being a creeper? Wasn't she interesting anymore?
The girl sat up slowly and turned on the light, proving that Jace truly wasn't in the room. Wow. This was something new. She had no idea how she felt about this. On one hand she'd been telling him to go to his room and leave her alone for a while now-on the other hand she'd never thought he'd actually do it.
The door to her bedroom opened and Jace stopped when he saw her.
So there he was.
Jace's eyes narrowed as he entered the room and closed the door softly behind him. "What are you doing out of bed? Get back in now!"
"Get in." His eyes were dangerous as he stormed towards her. "No matter how much better you might feel, you're still weak right now.
"Not as weak as my bladder!" She glared at him.
Instead of backing down, Jace let out a little growl before swooping her up into his arms bridal style and moving her towards the bathroom.
Her eyes widened in horror. "You've got to be kidding me!"
"You had an epileptic attack. I'm not about to take chances." He informed her curtly, a muscle ticking in his cheek as he kicked her bathroom door open and deposited her onto the toilet seat. "I'll be outside." With that he left the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
Chloe stared at the door.
An epileptic attack?
The girl used the toilet, flushed, and somehow managed to wash her hands in the sink before Jace opened the door and picked her up once more despite her protests that people with epileptic attacks did not need others toting them around like prized pups.
Jace laid her down on the bed and then yanked the sheets around her chin. "Go to sleep."
She blinked once more. "You can't just-."
"Brother Jeremiah said that you need to stay in bed for the next couple of days, with minimal movement or strain of any sort, and just recuperate. He also said you should sleep as much as humanly possible." He leaned in closer. "So sleep."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "I understand the logic behind it but I'm not sleepy. I just woke up."
"Fine. Then I'll tell you a bedtime story that will send you right off to sleep." He turned off her lights, moved around the bed and threw himself onto it. "Once there was a boy-."
"Jace, I'm not sure a bedtime story-," she tried.
"He was a Shadowhunter boy, of course." He totally ignored her and plowed on as he got comfortable on top of her sheets, hands behind his head, gaze on the ceiling. "When he was six years old his father gave him a falcon to train. Some people calls falcons the Shadowhunters of the sky." He gave a soft chuckle. "This particular falcon didn't like the boy and it would slash at him with its beak and talons and leave the boy bleeding whenever he got near it, which made the boy not like the falcon all that much either at first. But the boy tried hard because it was his father's gift and because his father had told him to make the falcon obedient. He wanted to please his father, to make him proud."
Despite her words to the contrary, Chloe was finding herself lulled by the sound of his voice, the girl turning to face Jace as she listened intently to the story.
"He was supposed to keep the falcon blind, but instead he stayed with it constantly, keeping it awake and talking to it, even going as far as playing music to it because supposedly a tired bird is easier to tame. He dedicated himself to that bird, to learning all to it, and in the end the bird that would bite and scratch at him allowed him to stroke its wings happily, would feed from his hands trustingly. He grew to love that falcon and knew that that falcon loved him too."
Chloe's lips twisted in a soft smile.
"He took the falcon to his father to show him his progress and expected his father to be proud and yet his father took the tame bird and broke its neck."
Chloe's eyes widened.
"His father dropped the body of his pet and said: 'I told you to make it obedient. Instead you taught it to love you. You didn't tame it, you broke it.'" Jace paused as he took in a deep breath. "It was only when his father was gone that the boy cried over the body of his pet until his father sent a servant to take the body to be buried. That was the last time that the boy ever cried, and he never forgot what he'd learnt: that to love is to destroy, and that to be loved is to be the one destroyed."
Chloe raised an eyebrow. "I think what he should've learnt was that his father was an abusive bastard."
Jace frowned. "His father wasn't abusive. He was trying to make him stronger. Inflexible."
"Please, that man was a monster." Chloe narrowed her eyes. "That boy did an amazing thing. He faced his fears and he tamed that creature and made it love him, and his father probably didn't know the meaning of love-or if he did he was jealous of what the boy could achieve and he couldn't." She shook her head. "In that story, the only broken thing was that father."
Jace frowned as he stared down at Chloe. He then cleared his throat and looked back up at the ceiling. "Go to sleep."
She nodded, his voice having lulled her back to that sleepy state anyway. "Don't get used to me following orders."
His lips twitched. "Heaven forbid."
They stayed like that in silence as Chloe rested the crown of her head against his arm as she closed her eyes and began to drift off to sleep.