Title: Jace Wayland's Unstealthy Stalking
Fandoms: Smallville/The Mortal Instruments - City of Bones
Pairing: Chloe Sullivan/Jace Wayland
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.
Lois and Alec had the attic and uppermost floor, the two going through the boxes that had been up here. Alec kept sending looks out of a window down towards the front of the house, before he'd frown and shake his head, continuing with the search.
Lois sent Alec a look over her shoulder. "Yes."
He looked up at her in visible confusion. "Huh?"
"I'm agreeing with what you were obviously thinking." The brunette picked up a small statute of some guy or the other. "Their relationship does not seem like that of a brother and sister." She sent him a sideways look. "You were hoping that this revelation would help make Jace behave how he used to, and yet you saw the way he still looks at her." Lois made a face as she eyed the statue, turning it upside-down. "He has a thing for his sister, and if the way she acts around him is anything for me to go by, she's definitely got a thing for him."
"But that's wrong." Alec frowned, not even trying to deny that that had been what he'd been thinking. "They're siblings."
"They only just found that out." Lois rolled her eyes. "If you could just flip a switch and not feel anything anymore it wouldn't be… You out of all people understand what I'm talking about."
He flinched and looked away.
Lois sighed. "Sorry, it wasn't my place to say that."
"Doesn't make it less true." The Shadowhunter sighed as he leaned against the wall. "I'll admit it, I was ecstatic when I found out that she's his sister-but now I'm beginning to worry. What if he ends up like me? In love and yearning for someone who can't be his?" Alec ran his fingers through his hair. "I wouldn't wish that on Jace for the world." His blues rested on Lois. "If it ends up that way, I would've preferred it for them to not be siblings."
Lois eyed the guy before she smiled tenderly. "You're a nice guy, aren't you, Alec Lightwood?"
"Hardly," he huffed as he folded his arms over his chest.
"You are." Lois put down the statue. "And, Magnus is hot in a very eccentric way."
Alec looked up at that, face flushed. "I don't see what those two things have to do with each other."
Lois snickered at his embarrassed expression. "Of course you don't." Her lips twitched. "And the reason why you keep looking at him whenever he isn't looking at you is because you're contemplating using eyeliner too."
Alec flushed darker. "I do not look-."
"-totally intrigued and tempted to take him up on his many indecent, flirtatious offers? Yeah, you do." Lois was outright smirking at him. "Why don't you just do it?"
His eyes widened. "You can't seriously-!"
"No one's asking you to fall in love with Magnus." Lois rolled her eyes, hands on her hips. "But what's the harm in having a little fun and living a little? Especially with someone who has so much experience when it comes to fun."
Alec suddenly frowned. "Are you and he-?"
"Mags and me? No." Lois' eyes widened in shock and she snorted. "But I definitely love him. He's sassy and original and has the best alcohol."
Alec tilted his head to the side. "Are all mundanes as odd as you are?"
"Nah, they're not that lucky." Lois winked at him. "You're just blessed to know me."
Alec's lips twitched before he cleared his throat. "We're here to find that card, not to gossip, so let's get back to work."
Lois merely smirked as she nodded.
Chloe still remained outside of the house, hand in Jace's, the girl feeling a tugging towards the house, an intense need to go inside, and blamed it on the fact that this was her father's house.
Jace took in a deep breath, gaze on the manor. "I suppose that this hasn't been my most manliest moment."
Her greens turned on him. "You experienced a horrifying experience in this house. It's to be expected that you'd find it hard to be here again."
He let out a dark chuckle. "I've seen worse while hunting demons."
"Nothing's worse than watching your father being murdered right in front of you." She narrowed her eyes on him as she tightened her grip on his hand while bringing her other hand to rub his arm comfortingly. She rested her head against his shoulder as her gaze returned to Wayland manor. "Just take your time, don't worry, we won't go in until you're ready."
Clark and Isabelle had the second floor, and were at this moment going through what looked like a woman's room. It had accumulated years of dust and was a definite deathtrap for anyone suffering from asthma.
"You know, you're taking this whole thing very well." Isabelle was going through the closet, through dresses. "I'd thought that Lois was an exception to the rule when it came to accepting the odd with nonchalance, but you've accepted the existence of the Shadow World and such with just as much ease as she did."
"Well, I don't know what you've heard about our lives before the Shadow World came into play, but Chloe and I were always waist-deep into some weird mystery or misadventure." Clark peered behind a body-length mirror. "It's made this a lot easier to take in and accept."
Isabelle nodded as she pulled out a dress and eyed it before putting it back in. "You'll have to tell me about these meteor freaks some time."
Clark nodded with a grin. "And you'll have to tell me about the things you've fought."
Isabelle smiled and nodded. "Sounds like a date."
"Or at least a nice war-story exchanging time." Clark was apparently the most oblivious guy in existence.
Isabelle liked a challenge though, so she didn't let it bring her down. "I bet I have more stories to exchange than you do."
He snorted. "You're on."
The female Shadowhunter smirked and let the silence return to them as they continued searching.
She'd let Jace lead her into the house, and as Chloe stepped over the threshold that feeling, that urgency, ripped through her like a hurricane and left her breathless and disoriented as she brought her hand up to her head. It took her a couple of minutes for the dizziness to leave and for her to get her first glimpse of the inside of her father's home. Like the outside, time and abandonment showed plainly on everything, but still it was gorgeous and breathtaking. Just this entryway alone outshone everything in her home in Smallville, and the girl couldn't imagine what it might've been like growing up in such an amazing place like this one, with her mother, father and Jace.
She licked her lips.
Things would've been so different if she'd grown up here, with her parents, knowing that Jace was her brother.
Suddenly something inside of her coiled, burnt and boiled, Chloe gasping as she brought her hand to her chest as she cried out.
Jace's narrowed gaze swung to her immediately. "What's wrong?"
His voice was distorted, as if it was a recording played on slow. The room shone brightly before going black and then back again, the girl finding it hard to catch her breath. She pressed her hand hard against her chest, feeling as if there was a huge lump in her throat that made it almost impossible for her to get oxygen into her body.
"I'm taking you out-."
Chloe pulled her hand from Jace's, that urgency building inside of her, driving her to stumble forwards, almost as if following an invisible thread as she grabbed the bannister of the magnificent staircase ahead of them, the blonde staring up the steps before hurrying up.
"Where are you-?" Jace called from below before the sound of his footsteps joined hers as he quickly caught up with her on the stairs.
Chloe couldn't concentrate on him or what he said, the girl lost in a haze, in a daze, following that sensation, that call. She reached the top of the long staircase, breathing heavily from having run all the way up as she looked from one side to the other, before hurrying towards the right and after turning, found yet another staircase which she hurried up. Her breaths were coming out loud by the time she made it up at the top and she didn't even have to wait, that call so strong that she immediately followed it and turned to the left.
"What is going on?" Jace wanted to know, easily keeping up with her, his seraph blade in his hand.
Chloe couldn't answer him even if she'd wanted to, the girl bypassing room and corridors before finally she collapsed onto her knees, extremely tired, in front of a specific door.
Jace's eyes widened as he stared at the door. "This is my father's room."
Chloe looked up at him in shock before she forced herself to her feet and turned the handle as she stepped inside.
Jocelyn had claimed the library saying that it had more than enough places to hide the card, but really she'd claimed it as a searching place for one reason and one reason only, and that reason was in her hands, still where she'd left it hidden inside of the cookbook.
The Book of the White, a small chapbook, like a family Bible, bound in white leather, was an ancient tome of extreme power. The title was written in gilded Latin letter while the interior was written in Greek. Jocelyn had hidden it in here so many years ago, knowing that no one would look for it in Michael's home, especially not in a book filled with recipes, and true to her hopes, it was still here, safe and sound.
She brought the book to her heart, wondering if she should leave it or take it with her. On one hand this had proven to be a good hiding place, on the other things were getting too dangerous now and it might be better with her.
The woman brought the book to her lips as she contemplated what exactly to do.
That urgency from before was maddening inside of this room.
Chloe grabbed at her chest as she looked around, confused, unable to understand what was happening to her or why it was happening. She circled slowly, taking in her father's room, wondering why that feeling had brought her to Michael's room of all places.
Jace stared around the room, a lost and sad expression on his face as he put away his seraph blade.
Chloe brought her hands to her head as a loud throbbing sound attacked her, a loud scream erupting around her.
"What is it?" Jace asked her as he came to place his hands on her shoulders, worry visible on his face.
"You can't hear that?" Chloe cried over the sound of the high-pitched screaming, hands covering her ears as the agonized sound rose higher and higher in urgency.
"Hear what?" Jace looked around them in confusion. "I don't hear anything."
Chloe closed her eyes tightly and dropped to her knees as the feelings encompassed her from every side suffocatingly.
"That's it." Jace lifted her in his arms and stormed out of the room. "We're getting out of this damned house."
The screaming grew worse with every step he took her away from the room.
"No… No…!" Chloe tried to tell him but all that came out were sobs as the sounds and feelings grew too much for her to take and the girl blacked out.
Jocelyn recognized a red book and pulled it out, a small smile touching her lips as she leaned against the bookshelf and opened it to see the pictures of Moira and her from their school days. Michael and Luke and others were in the pictures as well, as well as Valentine, and Jocelyn felt nostalgia towards that easier time. Things had been so wonderful back at the academy, and a part of her wished that everything that had happened since they'd graduated had been nothing more than a horrible nightmare.
And yet it hadn't been a nightmare, it had really happened, and Jocelyn realized that in essence she'd switched places with Moira, who'd had a loving family with her during all these years while Jocelyn was the lonely one.
Had it been her fault, though? She'd been so scared to have another child after what had happened with Jonathan, hadn't wanted to risk any of that taint being inside her and going into another child. It was that taint that had kept her from loving her own son, but now that she realized just how much Moira had been able to love her tainted child, and since Jocelyn had been able to meet the girl herself, she couldn't help but wonder darkly if maybe the fact that she was alone was her own fault. Maybe, if she'd been able to look passed what had been done to her son (who'd been a victim and even more innocent of his father's actions than her) maybe she would've made sure he was safe during the Uprising, and he'd have survived the manor's burning down. Maybe she could've gotten passed whatever Valentine had done to him, maybe she should've gotten passed it, and tried harder to love the child who hadn't been to blame for what had been done to him.
But it was too late already, her son was dead, and she had Moira's daughter to protect.
A picture of Moira and Jocelyn laughing together caught her attention and caused a lump to thicken in her throat. She flipped the page to see a picture of Moira and Luke making faces at each other on the other side, causing a little laughter to escape Jocelyn's lips.
She flipped the page and then realized that this one wasn't as thick as the previous one had been.
Turning back the page, Jocelyn frowned and reached in, pulling the pictures out, realizing with wide eyes that there'd been something shoved in between them.
The pictures fluttered to the ground as Jocelyn held the card she'd painted all those years ago.
"Dear Angel…" Jocelyn's eyes widened and her lips curled in a smile before suddenly she really looked at the card, and horror filled her. "It can't be."
The Mortal Cup was missing from the painting.
And that was when she heard Chloe's scream from above.