Chloe woke up with a gasp for breath. She sat up in bed and grabbed her shirt, yanking it up to reveal a fine line down the side of her stomach. It was white, almost silvery, similar to the scars that all Shadowhunters had from years of battle. She stared at her stomach in shock, unable to believe it. The Mortal Cup was out of her, and she was still alive. The blonde let out a little gasp of relief, of disbelief, and leaned hard against the bed's backrest. She was back in the bedroom she'd awoken in the first time, and the candles had burnt down almost to nothing, which proved that quite a while had passed since she'd left with Valentine and Jace to remove the Mortal Cup.
"You stupid, stupid girl." A voice hissed from the shadows.
Chloe gasped as she yanked down her shirt and turned towards the voice, surprised to find Jace sitting on the floor, knees to his chest, his golden eyes glaring at her in the flickering candlelight. "Excuse me?"
"If my father and I hadn't spent hours placing iratzes on you, you would've died." Jace's voice was cold, ugly. "You stupid girl!"
"Hey! You don't have the right to talk to me like that!" She snapped, flinging the sheets off of her and getting up out of bed, only to have her legs give out on her. The girl fell to her knees hard on the ground.
In seconds he was on his feet and kneeling in front of her. "You're weak. The Mortal Cup was tied to your life-force, it nearly killed you to have it removed."
He lifted her in his arms as if she was weightless before laying her back down on the bed and slipping the covers up to her chest. "You need to rest. We're going to Idris tomorrow and I'd like it very much if you were able to touch the soil of your homeland with your own feet and not have to be carried through the Portal straight to a sickbed."
"Sickbed? Don't you think you're being a mite exaggerative?" She then made a face. "And who said I'm going to Idris? Because I'm not." She stared up into Jace's shadowed face. "This is my 'homeland'."
"No it isn't. You're a Shadowhunter, you're a Wayland, Idris is your home." Jace sat on the edge of the bed and stared down at her. "We'll live there, the four of us."
"Four?" Chloe stared up at him in confusion.
"Your mother, I've seen her. She was here looking after you before she left to make sure things are ready for us when we go to Idris." Jace stared down at her.
Chloe's eyes widened. "My mother's here? She's alive?"
"Chloe, she's been by my father's side all these years, faithful to him, as she always was." Jace reached out to cup Chloe's face. "My father isn't the monster you were led to believe."
She didn't understand anything. "Then why didn't she tell him about the Mortal Cup? Why did she block me so he couldn't see it? Why-?"
"She took something and her memories are blank when it comes to the Mortal Cup. She did it so that no one could find the Cup. She didn't do it to hide the Cup from my father specifically like we always thought." Jace's eyes were sincere. "Chloe, she joined Jocelyn and Luke in the Uprising on his orders."
"What?" Chloe was confused.
"He knew that my mother was plotting against him so he sent yours in as a spy." Jace whispered. "Your mother informed him of the planning of the Uprising and wanted him to stop it before it happened but he was so sure that they would win, he said he let his ego prevail and it was why he lost. He'd told Moira to take the Cup and make sure that whatever happened, she would end up with it, so that when he found her again she would be able to give it to him. And if you think about everything she did, she did exactly that."
"Except she didn't. She hid me from him when he came back for her." Chloe shook her head, refusing to believe what Jace was telling her. "Why would she have done that if she was faithful to him?"
"She didn't remember you had the Mortal Cup inside of you, Chloe, she thought the reason she kept bringing you to see Magnus was only because she was trying to keep you blind to the Shadow World so you could live a normal life. And the only reason she didn't take you with her was because she didn't want you to live a life on the run with them. She knew that my father would've insisted that she bring you and not leave you with a mundane, and that was why she hid who you were from him at that time. She wanted you safe, wanted to be able to concentrate on making a home, a world that was safe for you to come to. That's why she left you there, but it was always her plan to bring you back when she didn't have to hide for her life from the Clave. My father understands that now. It's exactly what he did to keep me safe." Jace's voice was pleading for her to understand, to believe. "Our parents did what they thought was best for us, no matter how hard it was for them, because they loved us." He hesitated before he placed his hand on her scarred stomach. "We'll never be able to understand what they've gone through or what they were willing to do until we have children of our own."
Chloe stared up at him, so confused. She got why Jace believed all of this so easily because a huge part of her wanted to as well, especially if it meant that she got to be with her mother again.
"I know this is hard for you Chloe, believe me, it's hard for me too." Jace's voice was so soft. "But you have to remember that we got all of our information from their enemies. Of course they'd make us see things that way." He leaned closer to her and rested his forehead against hers. "But we know the truth now, and we can't let them keep us apart from our families any longer. We have a chance to be with our parents, who love us."
He knew exactly what to say, Chloe wavering as she lifted her hands to clutch his shirt. "I don't-I don't know what to think anymore."
"Think about the future, our future." He moved to press his lips against her forehead. "We can be together, with them."
Chloe could feel his heart beating so steadily beneath her hand, it lulled her, seduced her to the idea, and yet… "What about everyone else? Alec and Isabelle? Lois and Clark?"
He pulled away enough to look her in the eyes. "If they truly loved us, they'd want us happy, wouldn't they? I think they'd come to understand after a while, even though it would be hard for them at first. But they have their parents. Can they really fault us for wanting to be with ours?"
Chloe gulped as she stared up into his face. "You should become a senator. Your way with words is truly amazing."
He gave a soft chuckle and shook his head. "Only with you."
Chloe cupped his face and smiled softly when he leaned into the touch. "Lois said I'm in love with you."
He froze, his eyes flying open from where they'd closed to better enjoy the touch. "Did she, now?"
She flushed. "I said Lois said. I never said I agreed with her."
His lips curled in an amused and pleased smile. "I see."
"You don't see anything." She grumbled and would've pulled her hand away from his face but Jace countered the move by placing his hand against hers and pinning it against his flesh. "Can I have my hand back?"
"No. It's mine now." He leaned closer and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. "You can't have them back either." His free hand cupped the back of her head, long and lean fingers delving into her hair as he angled her head and pressed a series of lazy kisses down the side of her neck. "Or this… I quite like this, I'm claiming it as mine."
Laughter bubbled up in her throat but it emerged from her lips as a whimper when Jace began to nibble.
He pressed his teeth against the pulse in her neck, his tongue teasing her skin before he pulled away with a groan. "I'm supposed to be letting you rest."
She bit back a whimper of disappointment.
"But I'm very bad when it comes to rules, or maybe I'm just bad when it comes to you." And with that Jace surged forwards and kissed her, his hands in her hair and holding her captive as he took the kiss deeper.
Chloe gripped his shirt tightly and pulled him to her as she leaned back against the pillow, chuckling into the kiss when Jace hissed in frustration when the hands at her shirt failed over and over with her top button.
Suddenly a howl echoed throughout the night.
The two drew apart and shared looks before Jace pulled away, hurried to the window, and drew the curtain across to gaze down at the front yard. "We need to leave for Idris. Now."
"What? Why?" Chloe looked up, eyes narrowed in concern, still not sure whether she actually was agreeing to go.
He turned to face her, his expression dark like the shadows around him. "We're being attacked."
Jace. Jace at a window looking down. Jace visibly disturbed. Jace coming towards her and pulling Chloe out of the bed, holding the girl in his arms.
The images were hurting her more and more to receive, but as Lois ducked and hid, Clark helping keeping her standing as the werewolves fought some seriously grisly looking things that Luke called "Forsaken", she knew enough to know now that both Jace and Chloe were alive and that they were somewhere in one of the upper floors.
Jocelyn and Luke (the latter who was still in human form) fought the Forsaken around them, keeping them from Lois and Clark as the two stumbled inside of the place that looked like a rundown and abandoned piece of shit to them. They'd been informed that what they could see was only a glamour, and that the place was actually very much a grandiose, gothic castle in its true form.
Jace and Chloe arguing. Jace kicking open the bedroom door and rushing out of the room with Chloe still in his arms.
Why wasn't the room guarded or even locked? And why was Chloe being carried around by Jace? Had she been hurt? If she had, Lois hadn't seen it happening, and the thought terrified her.
"Upstairs. They're upstairs." She pressed a hand to her forehead and wiped at the blood that trickled down her nostril. "He's carrying her. I think she's hurt."
Jocelyn nodded to Luke.
Gretel and Alaric, Luke's second and third in command, entered behind them just in time for more of the Forsaken to attack.
"Up the stairs!" Luke ordered Clark, who took Lois with him.