Title: Jace Morgenstern's Unlucky Streak
Sequel to: Jace Wayland's Unstealthy Stalking
Characters: Chloe/Jace, Lois, Clark, Magnus/Alec, Jocelyn, Luke, Isabelle, others...
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.
"Why are you all so worried?" The small boy with dark hair and glasses wanted to know as he stared up at is older siblings. "Is this about the fey child that was found murdered in Edge Park?"
No. It wasn't that. Max Lightwood might be nine but he knew he was a smart, and thus he could tell by the looks on his brother and sister's faces that the newest Downworlder murder was not the cause for their anxiety. He had a feeling it had to do with Jace somehow. He didn't know what had happened and why he wasn't here, but he knew it was somehow connected to the fact that that scary Inquisitor was around. Jace had probably been awesome and had mouthed off and gotten himself in trouble.
Church suddenly hurried into the room and began to mewl urgently.
Isabelle frowned and stood. "What is it Church?"
The cat flicked his tail in agitation before he hurried out.
Isabelle and Alec hurried after it.
Max raced after them.
When they found out that there was a distress signal coming in from the Silent City he didn't understand why Alec and Izzy looked so distressed, but he sensed it wasn't time to argue that he was battle-ready. No. He just stayed at the Institute with Church and hoped that no one he cared for was in danger.
Chloe was sure Idris was amazing. Under any other circumstance she would've loved to come and visit. But this was a terrible way to be introduced to the Shadow Hunters' home country. She'd always been curious about the country which was a sanctuary hidden from the mundanes and given to the Shadow Hunters by the Angel Raziel himself. Jocelyn had told her that the country was surrounded by mountains with passes which could only be traversed through during high summer.
According to her mentor and mother figure, most Shadowhunters came from Idris, and many grew up and trained there. Also, Jocelyn had explained that the reason why Hodge Starkweather's ban on ever returning to Idris was worse to him than never being able to leave the Institute was because most Shadow Hunters had grown up there and those that did always longed for their home country.
If Chloe could remember correctly, Idris was located in Central Europe, between Germany, France, and Switzerland. Because of the wardings placed around the country and all of its borders, mundanes who came close to crossing it were instantly transported through to the other side of the barrier; therefore few mundanes knew about it. A counterpart to mundane globes could be found in Institutes' libraries, which included other lands that were a part of the Shadow Realms. Chloe had studied the globe in the library at the Metropolis Institute and had a general idea of the geographical outlines.
But still she didn't need to know all of that right now. What she did need to know was how to get back home.
She'd been escorted to a large (and admittedly majestic) room, informed that she would be taken to meet the Clave in the morning, and then told to sleep. They'd then welcomed her to her 'new home' and locked her in her room. From the occasional murmur and shuffle of feet from the other side of the door she guessed that there were guards. The official story would probably be that they were there for her 'protection' but the blonde knew it was to keep her from leaving. Through the front door.
This, of course, only made her turn off the lights and head towards the windows. They were a story up so she figured they didn't think her desperate enough to climb out, especially with her stele having been inadvertently left with Jocelyn in Metropolis. These people obviously didn't know they were messing with the Editor of the Smallville Torch who still needed to go over the article Justin and Dan had messed up. There was no way they were going to keep her locked up in here.
Thankfully, the Shadow Hunters as a whole didn't seem much into movies, so she figured they never really saw the whole "tie your bedsheets together, with one end around the bed's post and the other out the window" thing coming. Admittedly it wasn't as sturdy as she would've preferred, but as she landed on her feet on the ground she was proud of her movie-like escape.
Of course, despite the fact that she was out of her room, Chloe still had the itsy bitsy problem of being in a different country than the one she wanted to be in.
"Multi-task, Sullivan." She began to stride away as quickly from the building she'd been kept in as possible. "WWJD... What Would Jace Do?" She continued to ask herself that as she ventured further into Idris.
The girl kept twirling the Queen's ring on her finger in a self-conscious movement as she moved throughout the streets and tried to blend in with the people. Thing was that she didn't exactly dress like Shadow Hunters, so she got a few curious looks where she went, but she ignored it and tried to act as if she was supposed to be there. Jace would have an arrogance that would assure everyone that he belonged, and she tried to emulate that as she traversed the darkened streets. The ring was warm around her finger and she kept twirling it on her finger, worried at the thought of losing it in Idris.
Ever since the Queen of the Faeries had given it to her as a token she'd been scared to death to take it off, scared to let it out of her sight. The thought of losing it filled her with horror and reminded her of all of Isabelle's warnings about fey retribution. She really needed to go back to the Land of the Fae and give this back to the Queen before something terrible happened and she ended up fairy-cursed or something.
An alarm rose through the air, and Chloe knew, she knew that they'd discovered she was gone. Nerves choked her and she stumbled a second before she pulled into an alleyway and leaned against the wall. She closed her eyes and clenched her hands against the wall behind her as the world began to feel like it was closing in on every side. She was dizzy and disoriented with nerves, the only thing keeping her sane was the feel of the ring around her finger as she moved her fingers against the rock wall. Funnily enough, not only was she terrified of getting locked up and never seeing Jace again, but she also feared not being able to give the Queen back her ring. She'd be locked up and lonely and cursed.
It sounded a lot like how Hodge Starkweather's life must've been at the Metropolis Institute, and it terrified her so much she lost her footing and skidded down to the floor. She folded her arms over her knees and hid her face in it as she shivered and wished to escape, to get out of there. She wished she at least had her stele, wished Jocelyn had been allowed to come with her, wished to all holy that Jace was by her side. He'd know what to do. He always knew what to do.
She missed him so much!
Tears filled her eyes as she clung on tightly.
"Chloe Wayland," a surprising voice declared in front of her.
Green eyes widened and Chloe jerked her gaze up to see Meliorn, of all people, standing in front of her. She was about to ask him what he was doing in Idris when she realized in shock that she wasn't in Idris any longer. No. She was in an underground cavern. Shock filled her as she realized that she was in the Fae Realm. But how?
The girl suddenly yanked her hand which bore the ring and then frowned when she realized that there was blood dripping from her fingertips. She must've pressed them harder against the stone wall than she'd thought she had, because the skin was broken. "Meliorn." She looked up at him. "This ring is spelled to take its wearer to the realm of the Fae, isn't it?"
He raised an eyebrow at her before he spoke. "The Queen will see you."
Of course he wouldn't be helpful.
She pushed to her feet and followed after him. The place was not decked out for revelry and dancing, but it was still eerily beautiful in its own dark way.
"You must be famished," Meliorn spoke as they reached the entrance to the Queen's chambers. "I will have food and beverage brought to you."
"Thank you, but I'm fine." She tried to not insult him, but while she was hungry she wasn't hungry enough to forget the warning about accepting food or drink from the fae.
"I smell blood." Those were the first words of the Fairy Queen.
Gulping, Chloe stared at her fingertips as they still dripped droplets of blood, and then turned to look at the beautiful redhead as she stood from her throne. "I'm sorry, your Highness, I hurt myself."
The Queen strode to her and reached out a hand.
Chloe gulped, not sure what the fey policy on human blood was, and reluctantly placed her bleeding hand on the Queen's. Her blood had fallen to coat the ring the Queen had given her with its thick red, and when the blonde realized it she gave a jolt of horror and tried to jerk her hand from the Queen's, but the leader of the Faeries clutched at her wrist and kept her hand prisoner as she eyed the blood and the bloodied ring. She whispered a series of words in a language Chloe didn't understand, and then the ring suddenly began to glow a bright purple.
"It is as I suspected." The Queen stared at the ring, an odd expression on her face, before she cleared her throat and let Chloe's hand go. "Meliorn. Bring our guest something with which to clean herself."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Meliorn bowed and left.
"I'm so sorry for getting blood on your ring." Chloe tried to yank it off so as to rub it against the material of her clothes, but she found it impossible to free her finger from the ring. "What-?"
"Come and sit." The Queen sat on her throne and mentioned to a small tree that seemed to grow out from the ground in the form of a seat.
Not sure how comfortable it would be, Chloe cleared her throat and made her way to the seat next to the throne. She eyed it and then took a seat on it, surprised that it wasn't uncomfortable. She turned to the Queen as fae of different sorts arrived with a bowl of warmed water and what looked like a large flower petal, with which to clean her hand. She watched as her blood tainted the water, which glowed purple to the whispers of all, and then her fingers were cleaned and healed by what had to be fae magic.
Chloe thanked them, declined yet another cup offered to her, and tried to remove the ring once more. Yet like the first time, the vines that were the ring's band would not budge. The girl fought a case of hysteria as she turned to look up at the Queen. "I can't-."
"That is your ring." The Queen raised her chin. "You will wear it at all times."
"Do you refuse the gift bestowed to you by the Queen of the Fae?" Her eyes narrowed.
Chloe gulped, severely intimidated by this Downworlder. "Of course not, my Queen. I just-I have done nothing to d-deserve a gift from you."
The Queen smirked, obviously able to see through the pretty words, and reached out to cup her chin. "I will be the one to decide that."
"O-of course." Chloe forced a small smile on her face. "T-thank you." She looked up at the ring in an admiring way. "I am... honored... that you would gift me with a ring that lets me enter the Faerie Realm. I will not abuse it."
The Queen eyed her thoughtfully before she merely smiled.
Completely intimidated and not sure what exactly she was supposed to say or do, Chloe looked around her.
"One of our children was killed tonight."
Chloe turned to look at the Queen in shock. "What?"
"The child was murdered and drained of blood. We know this is not a kill of a Child of the Night. This has... this has happened before. Once." The Queen kept her eyes on Chloe before she raised her chin. "We believe Valentine Morgenstern, your creator, to be the one behind these attacks on Downworlders."
"There's been more attacks?" Chloe hadn't heard about any of this.
The Queen nodded. "A Child of Lilith and a Child of the Moon have been killed in similar fashions recently."
"And you're sure it's not vampires?" Chloe blinked. "That sounds like their modus operandi."
"We know of things." But the Queen wouldn't say exactly what it was that they knew. "Valentine Morgenstern is up to his old wiles."
Chloe gulped at the thought. A suspicion filled her as to the reason the Queen wanted her here. "I don't know what he's planning."
"Obviously." The Queen scoffed at the mere thought that Chloe would know anything of the such.
Chloe cleared her throat. "I, uh, I should not impose on you any longer, especially since I came without any invitation." She rose from the living seat she'd sat upon and bowed. "You have tended to my injury and bestowed a beautiful gift to me, My Queen."
"It is true." The Queen's voice was thoughtful. "You are in my debt."
Worry bulged in her throat. This was why the Queen acted the way she did, to force Chloe to be indebted to her. But why? What could possibly give her the idea that Chloe could be of any sort of use to her?
"You must be tired." The Queen's voice curled around her like a spell. "Rest. I will send Meliorn to that Shadowhunter friend of his and let her know that you are here and that they must come for you. I refuse to let you leave alone."
Chloe gulped and wanted to tell the Queen that she was fine leaving on her own, but suddenly she did feel somewhat sleepy. "I-uh-." She straightened and brought a hand to her forehead. "I'm actually feeling a little dizzy."
"Take her so she can rest," the Queen ordered before she spoke to Meliron, who was in the shadows. "Go."
"Yes, My Queen." Meliorn nodded and disappeared further into the shadows.
Chloe opened her mouth to try and tell him to just take her to Isabelle, but she nearly stumbled and would've fallen if someone hadn't caught and lifted her into his arms bridal style. The girl tried to speak, tried to push away, but her eyes were closing on their own and she felt the desire, the need, to sleep.
Unable to fight it any longer, her eyes finally closed and she drifted off into sleep.
The Inquisitor wanted to blame Jace for everything, to say that he'd been in on the plan with Valentine and that his father had taken the Sword so that it couldn't be used on his son. It was utterly ridiculous. How exactly would Jace have even gotten word to Valentine? Then again, from the way the woman had looked at her, Lois had a feeling that she was being considered an accomplice. The woman kept saying "how convenient" it was for them all that Valentine had come and taken the Sword before they could be tested by it.
"How exactly is it convenient?" Lois growled after the fourth time the woman had declared that. "Because of this we can't get our names cleared! Believe me! This is far from convenient!"
"Lois..." Jocelyn tried.
"No! I won't be silenced!" They were all in the Metropolis Institute, Lois having found out about Jace's situation through Alec, who'd told Magnus. She'd had it to here with all the things that'd happened tonight, and she blamed it all on that damned woman. "It's not our fault that they were incompetent!"
"Silence your tongue!" The Inquisitor snarled at her. "The Silent Brothers, good, faithful men, were slaughtered tonight!"
"Doesn't that go to prove that you've got bigger problems than us?" Lois snapped back, not at all worried about pissing this woman off. "I know why you keep looking at me, and I was with Magnus this whole time. There is no way that I could've gotten a message to Valentine. And even if I could've I wouldn't have done so. Why? Because we're not the enemy." She stepped towards the woman. "You keep wanting to see us as the bad guys instead of focusing on the real issue."
"And what, pray tell, would that be?" The Inquisitor raised an eyebrow, visibly holding onto her last straw of temper.
Lois didn't give a crap. "For crying out loud-Valentine Morgenstern!" She threw her hands up in the air. "How in the world did you get this job?"
"That's it." The Inquisitor turned to Maryse. "Have her locked up in the same cells as Jonathan Morgenstern for her lack of respect towards her superior."
Maryse let out a little sigh but turned to Lois.
Lois' expression dared Maryse to touch her.
"This is getting ridiculous!" Jocelyn glared at the Inquisitor. "You can't keep locking up everyone just because they're mouthy! They're kids, Imogen!"
"I am the Inquisitor to you, Jocelyn Morgenstern." The woman glared. "And I will have you know that-."
There was a knock on the door before it opened and a kid around 9 years old with large glasses hurried into the room.
"Max." Maryse frowned darkly. "I told you that-!"
"A message came from Idris!" The kid brother Alec would sometimes talk about hurried forwards towards his mom as he raised up the missive. "It says: URGENT!"
Maryse frowned and unfolded the letter before her eyes went wide. "Impossible!"
"Let me see that!" The Inquisitor snatched the missive from Maryse's hands and read it before her own eyes widened. "This cannot be!"
"What's going on?" Lois narrowed her eyes. "Was Idris attacked? Because you just sent my baby cousin there so if you-!"
"She's not there." Maryse turned to Lois and cut her off. "Chloe disappeared from captivity, escaped under the nose of two active guards."
Lois grinned brightly. "I'm so proud right now my heart could burst."
"She's been hurt." The Inquisitor's words froze Lois' heart. "The guards followed the trail by eye witnesses and it ended in an alleyway which had a wall covered in freshly split blood."
Lois' eyes widened in horror as her knees wobbled. "What?"
There was a knock on the door despite the fact that it was already open, and Isabelle Lightwood entered. "I've just received word from, uhm, a Downworlder contact." She lowered her gaze before she raised it. "According to him Chloe's with the Queen of the Fae. They believe Valentine is after her, and that he has people working for him in Idris. The Fae will not hand her over to just anyone, and if their conditions are not met they'll consider it a breach of the Covenant and proof of our allegiance with Morgenstern."
The Inquisitor's face betrayed her utter shock and slight outrage, yet her voice was even when she spoke. "Did they say how she ended up in the Fairy Realm?"
Isabelle shook her head. "Only that she was hurt when they found her."
The Inquisitor narrowed her eyes. "How do they even know her?"
Isabelle's gaze lowered. "I took her to a Fae party once."
"What?" Jocelyn and Maryse gasped horrified at the same time.
The Inquisitor eyed the young female before she raised her chin. "What are these requirements that the Fae wish to impose on us?"
"The first is that she not be sent back to Idris, as it is obviously not safe for her there." Isabelle ignored the cries of outrage from the Inquisitor's attendants as they hissed that the Downworlders needed to be shown their place. "And the second is that Jace, Clark, Lois, Alec and I be the only ones to come and take her back since we're the ones she trusts."
"Who is this Clark person?" Maryse wanted to know.
"He's her mundane best friend," Jocelyn supplied the answer. "He knows about the Shadow World."
The Inquisitor kept her eyes on Isabelle. "How do I know this isn't a plot of yours to free Jonathan Morgenstern?"
"I'm a Shadowhunter." Isabelle raised her chin. "I will bring both Chloe and Jace back."
The Inquisitor eyed her with thinly veiled disregard before she sniffed. "Fine. But know that if you fail to do this you will be branded not only a traitor to Shadowhunters, but an accomplice of Valentine Morgenstern's, and will be treated as such."
"Imogen!" Maryse hissed.
The Inquisitor didn't react.
Neither did Isabelle.
For the first time ever, Lois felt some respect and admiration for the abrasive girl for showing such maturity and not snapping at the Inquisitor like Lois would've.
Lois pulled out her phone and searched through her contacts before she found the one called: Smallville and texted him.
We need you. Where are you?
The answer came back quickly. Sleeping. Chloe stood me up at the coffee place but I think I managed to fix the article but still need her to check it over.
Lois rolled her eyes. She didn't stand you up. She got kidnapped. Twice. I'm not too sure about thedetails.
The answer came quicker than before: WHAT?!
She sighed. Get your butt to the Institute, we need you in order to get her back.
Clark didn't answer after that, but she didn't mind since she figured he was hurriedly getting ready to come.
"He's on his way." She put her phone away as her hazels narrowed on the Inquisitor. "We'll go and fix your mess."
A muscle jumped in the woman's cheek, and Lois had a feeling she was going to regret her "cheek", but that was worry for another day.
What really worried Lois was the fact that her cousin was hurt and in the custody of fairies.
Jocelyn reached into her pocket and handed something to her. It was Chloe's stele. "Please give this back to her."
Lois looked up at the pretty redhead and nodded. "I will." She pocketed the stele and then her eyes widened. "We've got to go and spring Jace from his prison!" Without giving anyone else a second thought, Lois reached for Isabelle and yanked the girl out behind her.