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Jace Morgenstern's Unlucky Streak 6a/? 
13th-Feb-2015 04:23 pm
Chlace---Chloe/Jace Wayland -SV/TMI
JaceChloeSequel2
Title: Jace Morgenstern's Unlucky Streak
Sequel to: Jace Wayland's Unstealthy Stalking
Characters: Chloe/Jace, Lois, Clark, Magnus/Alec, Jocelyn, Luke, Isabelle, others...
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Chloe is settling into life as the last Wayland. Lois is training. Jace is highly annoyed with Lois and Jocelyn, who tend to interrupt him and Chloe when he least wants them to. But with Valentine still loose, the Inquisitor breathing down their necks, and an unexpected arrival, they all have more important things to worry about.
A/N: The Inquisitor's description is taken from the book.

Chloe stared at the stele in her hand. Jocelyn had given it to her soon after she'd taken over Chloe's Shadow Hunter training. The woman hadn't wanted the Institute training the blonde, and the girl had allowed her to become her mentor without any fight. From what Jocelyn had taught her about steles, Chloe now knew that they were not only the tools used by Shadow Hunters to draw runes on their skin, weapons and other materials, but that they were made of adamas (heavenly metal found beneath Idris used to make tools for Shadow Hunters) and that they were crafted by the Iron Sisters (which were like the female faction of the Silent Brothers and who made weapons for Shadow Hunters).

Steles did not harm demons due to the fact that they weren't designed to be used in direct battle with them, yet demons tended to recoil when exposed to a stele due to the heavenly adamas... or so she'd been told. According to the books on her obligatory reading list (all prescribed to her by Jocelyn) the first stele was believed to have been a rough oblong of adamas used by Jonathan Shadowhunter himself to inscribe the first Marks on his own skin.

In general steles looked like long, slender twigs, but their length and style varied depending on the owner's preferences. Apparently there were many different models of steles, and they had a sort of aura to them, a ghostly imprint of their owner's personality. Chloe wondered what that meant about her stele considering that its 'aura' was dark, a purple that was almost black with strands of silver woven throughout.

"Have you learnt those runes I showed you yet?" Jocelyn appeared in front of her.

Chloe contemplated telling Jocelyn she'd already known those runes, that somehow, without knowing how, she'd known every single rune Jocelyn had 'taught' her before the woman had ever shown her them. But every time she thought about admitting that, to anyone, she realized just how many questions that admittance would bring, questions she had no answer to. Until she could understand what was happening to her and why she knew all these runes she shouldn't know as yet, she wouldn't tell Jocelyn. Jace thought that it had something to do with the Mortal Cup having been inside of her, and Chloe hoped that it was true, because otherwise her only other answer was the taint in her veins.

She had nightmares sometimes of the night in her uncle's library, of what she'd done to that guy, images which had been repressed thanks to the block on her mind. She'd somehow used a letter opener to do something to that guy. She wasn't sure what though, much less how. Jace told her that it could've been a stele, considering that her uncle was half Shadowhunter but lived in the mundane world Jace thought it made sense that the General would have a stele that was bewitched to look like a normal letter opener.

Chloe wanted to believe that that was true, but she couldn't help but worry.

"Chloe?" Jocelyn prompted when the girl didn't answer. "It's okay if you haven't learnt them already. These things take time."

The girl looked up at the woman she'd forgotten was there and quickly burnt the runes on the stone in her hand. She then handed it back to Jocelyn.

The woman eyed the runes and shook her head. "Perfect." She bent on her knees in front of Chloe. "So why are you so down?"

"I'm not down."

Jocelyn reached out and chucked Chloe's chin. "Talk to me, kiddo." She took in a deep breath. "I know I'm not your mother, but I want you to know that I'm here for you whenever you need me to be."

"I'm fine, just a little tired. I have to make a bad interview and shoddy pictures work for the next edition of the Torch and my mind's on that." Chloe smiled at the woman who had been the only mother she'd known for too long, and while she felt guilty as always that Jace couldn't have this same experience with her, the girl smiled in her assurance that she'd work things out so that Jocelyn and Jace could be mother and son to each other. "Sorry for worrying you."

"No, don't be." Jocelyn moved to sit next to her. "Will Clark be coming over to help you with the Torch later on?"

Chloe nodded. "We're going to go to Java John's and get some coffee while looking over some things."

Jocelyn smiled. "He's a good guy."

"Yeah, he is." Chloe thought about her best friend and couldn't stop her smile. "I'm very lucky to have him."

Jocelyn patted her shoulder. "Well, don't stay out too late, and I would feel better if you-."

"-texted you every hour to make sure that I'm fine." Chloe finished that with a smirk, having heard this before. "I know. I'll do it." She eyed Jocelyn. "Maybe this will give you and Jace some time to talk to each other, one to one."

Jocelyn nodded yet didn't meet her gaze.

"He's a great guy, Joce." Chloe let out a sigh. "If you're able to care for me enough to worry the way you do, you must realize that means you're capable of caring for him too."

"I know." Jocelyn ran her hands down her face. "I'm trying."

"He's your son, and he has just as much at fault as whatever's running through his veins as I do." Chloe bumped her shoulder into Jocelyn's. "And you're being an amazing mother to me so I can't let you not be the same to him."

Jocelyn turned to her and looked like she wanted to cry. Instead she merely wrapped her arms around Chloe and hugged her tightly.

Chloe smiled and hugged the woman back.


Maryse had wanted Jace to say he hated Valentine, but the boy couldn't. The only person he'd been able to confide that to was Luke, and the werewolf had understood him because, like Jace, he'd once loved Valentine as well. Jace knew that this meant he was 'less trustworthy' than he would've been if he'd said he hated Valentine, but he'd have been lying just to make her feel better... and wouldn't that in itself make him more untrustworthy than he was now?

It was a lot to take in, and he sighed.

He didn't hate his father. He didn't hate him at all. Sure, he didn't trust the man completely, and sure, he didn't agree with some of his principles (because Luke just went to prove that Downworlders weren't a horrible species to be exterminated) but Jace could understand many of his father's teachings. He could understand his resentment and dislike of the Clave, could get why he wanted to change things and that he felt that the Mortal Cup should be used to create more of their dying race instead of being kept under lock and key where it was of no use to them.

He understood so much of what his father was trying to do. He realized that even if he hadn't been raised by his father the last couple of years, he was still very much his son. A part of him was revolted and another quite proud. He understood that what his father had done was wrong, that he'd done some things that people wouldn't be able to forgive, but Jace loved his father and knew without a doubt that if it hadn't been for Chloe he'd be at his side right now.

Funny thing was that he didn't resent Chloe for it. No. How he saw it, he'd made the decision on his own (although Lois had given some shoves here and there using his own insecurity against him) and until he knew everything his father had planned (especially for Chloe) Jace figured that this was the best option for them all.

Moira's words from the garden haunted him. "I know what he's told you... and I know what he hasn't told you." Then of course, there was always the: "She wasn't made for only you."

That thought always made Jace clench his fists in anger.

He leaned his head against the wall and stared up at the ceiling as a specific memory of that night drifted into his mind.

Jace felt cold as confirmation hit him straight in the gut. Chloe was a Wayland. She was his sister. He-he was in love with his sister. He desperately wanted his sister.

"Don't worry, that doesn't change the fact that I do not plan on killing her. Her not being my daughter makes her much more valuable to me than if she had been." The man spoke no sense. "You mightn't believe it now, Jonathan, but I want nothing more than for the both of you to be safe and sound."

Jace's eyes widened further. "How do you-?"

"We will find a way to remove the Mortal Cup from her without damaging her. She is not to be hurt, by anyone. That girl, and the Cup within her, are the corner stones to everything. And they both must be protected."

He was confused and disoriented. "What are you-?"

"I must admit, I am curious as to what your relationship is with her though." He once more didn't let Jace finish his question. "She is scared of me, erroneously so, obviously believing the lies that have been told about me, painting me as the villain in this story. And yet she tried to trade herself for you, for your safety." There was a pause. "You must be very important to her."

Jace felt his stomach clench at this. "That idiot did what?!"

There was a soft chuckle. "I see that she is important to you as well."

Jace didn't like this. "I don't know what your game-plan is, but if you think I'm going to fall for your words and just let you-."

"Jonathan." Valentine stepped forwards into the moonlight, letting it bathe him for the first time and reveal himself completely. "It's me."

Jace's breath left him in complete horror as he stared at the man he'd never thought he'd ever see again. "Father?"

"It is me, Jonathan." Valentine, his father, stepped closer.

Jace stepped back hurriedly as he shook his head. "No. I saw you killed!"

"I had to protect you, my son. Someone knew that I was alive and was threatening me. I knew the only way to keep you safe was to do what I did." Valentine's face was conflicted as he moved closer, carefully, as if approaching a wounded animal. "I have watched over you from afar and you've made me so proud."

Jace couldn't swallow past the large knot of emotion in his throat. "Why have you decided to make your move now?"

"Because I now have what we need." Valentine motioned to the girl sleeping in the bed. "I have my son, the Mortal Cup, and the girl who was created for such a time as this." He stepped closer. "Do you know how hard it was for me to keep from acting, to leave the both of you in the hands of the Clave?"

"You didn't even know what she was until a few days ago."

"And I regret that every day of my life." Valentine stepped forwards. "Had I known, my son, things would've been different. She would've been raised by her mother and I, would've been taught the way of the Shadowhunter, would've known why she was alive and that she was special. She would've been secure in knowing how fundamental she is in the new world order."

Jace's eyes narrowed. "And what makes her so important?"

"Don't you understand by now?" Valentine asked in confusion. "Don't you feel a tug to her, a need to be with her, damned whoever wishes to come between that? Damned the consequences? Damn everything and everyone else?"

Jace gulped. "What did you do?"

"I made her," Valentine smiled, "for you." He reached out and placed his hand on Jace's shocked shoulders. "That girl was created to stand by your side."

Jace stared up at the man and found he couldn't speak.

Valentine smiled. "That feeling in your chest, in your gut, when it comes to her? It's right." He squeezed Jace's shoulder. "I knew that you would not be able to accomplish what you needed to alone, that you would need support, and I made sure that you would have it. Together the children of the House of Morgenstern will be a mighty force that no one will be able to destroy. They will usher in a new era of enlightenment to this jaded, corrupt world. And I will be there to teach you, to show you the way." He smiled. "The Angel has brought you, the Cup, and her back to me. It is a sign, Jonathan."

Jace, seduced by those words, couldn't help but silently agree.

It was a sign.

The sound of Chloe humming Once Upon A Dream jerked him back to the presence, and he looked down at his phone. He'd recorded that on the sly when she wasn't paying attention to him, and had made sure she didn't have his password so she couldn't get back in and erase it as his ringtone, which was exactly what she'd wanted to do once she'd discovered what he'd done.

"Isabelle?" He answered the call.

"It's the Inquisitor," his adoptive sister spoke quickly. "She's here and she wants to meet you."

Jace took in a deep breath and nodded. "I'm on my way."

She paused. "She wants to see Chloe at the same time."

He narrowed his eyes. "Well, life is unfair, and we don't always get what we want."

Isabelle sighed. "I know you're trying to protect her, but you're making it look like she has something to hide."

Jace hesitated because Chloe did have something to hide. There was that fact that she might have the ability to make active runes without the help of a stele, and he didn't know how the Clave would take to that news.

"Bring her, Jace." With that Isabelle hung up.

He closed his eyes and cursed.

Comments 
14th-Feb-2015 02:01 am (UTC)
Ohh there are secrets being kept.. I can't believe that the Inquisitor is already there. I hope she doesn' t punish them.
16th-Feb-2015 09:53 pm (UTC)
She definitely is not going to waste any time.
14th-Feb-2015 03:25 am (UTC) - Pressies while you were on Vacation?!
Wow, you gave US a new chapter while you were on vacation. Thank you Much!

I know the Inquisitor is supposed to be scary and be intimidating... and is out to make Chloe and Jace an example of negative reinforcement, but I still crack up a little and think about the Metropolis Inquisitor and nasty paparazzi. Since you took the Inquisitor's description from the book, I looked at the wikia and ceased all laughing.

I accept Jace's desire to protect Chloe from the Inquisitor, but it would only be delaying the reaper.

But back to the beginning of this chapter. The stele issue is mighty huge. Do you think Chloe can tell Lois to investigate the letter opener without getting General Lane's or Lucy's hackles raised? Lois is a like a bull in a china shop, but if Chloe snoops the jig is up.

Chloe's tampered memories are slowly coming back. I wonder if the Inquisitor will be able to see all her memories or only those she herself is conscious of.

I am so looking forward even more to the trial

16th-Feb-2015 09:54 pm (UTC) - Re: Pressies while you were on Vacation?!
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Yeah, I had thought about that Metroplis v Idris Inquiditor. One is laugh-able, the other definitely isn't!

The stele situation IS very big. Wont say more though :P
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