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.
Jace didn't know if Magnus had deliberately left the shield down or what, but he didn't complain. He'd waited until those in the apartment had collapsed in sleep before he'd escaped. He hadn't been unseen. He'd noticed Lois in the shadows and he knew that she knew where he was going, but she'd merely turned and returned to bed. He'd been grateful at that moment, grateful that she wasn't questioning him why tonight, or asking to go along. This was something he needed to do on his own.
But he realized that Lois was right. They couldn't keep everything a secret much longer, especially not from Chloe. He needed to tell her. No matter how angry she might get it would be worse if she found out from any other source than him and Lois, together. Somehow they'd get her to understand.
Sneaking deep within the bowels of the large ship, Jace was surprised that his journey had been this easy. He'd expected someone to notice he was there. The security in this place was terrible.
"Why are we here?"
Freezing in horror, Jace turned towards the voice to see Chloe behind him. "What are you doing here?" He hurried towards her. "How-?"
"You've come to see him, haven't you?" Chloe hugged herself and pulled away from him. "I knew when you snuck out that you had to be doing something terrible, something you didn't want me to know about. And it's this."
"Chloe." He tried to reach for her but she once more pulled away from him, and damn it, that hurt! "Chloe, just listen to me."
"I trusted you, Jace!" She shook her head. "I trusted you and Lois and you both lied to me! You went behind my back and-! I can't even say it! You're-I don't even want to look at you!"
Oh Angel… it hurt. It hurt so badly to see that look in her eyes. The disappointment. The anger. "Chloe, please. I love you. Everyone I've ever done-."
"You're just like Valentine." Chloe's eyes narrowed as she sneered. "Jocelyn was right about you! The Inquisitor was right about you! You're a monster! Just like he is!"
He brought a hand to his heart. "Don't-don't say that! You don't believe that!"
"But. I. Do." She moved closer, eyes narrowed. "I can't believe I wasted so much time with someone like you."
"How long have you known that we were really brother and sister and you never told me?" Her eyes narrowed. "How long have you kept the truth from me? You sick bastard?"
"You're not my sister!" Jace snapped and charged her, grabbing her shoulders and giving her a sound shaking. "You never were and you never will be my sister! Who keeps putting these thoughts into your mind?"
"My life was perfect before you came into it."
He froze, remembering a night, long ago, when she'd told him something similar. "I-."
"I was happy. I was normal! I had a father who adored me! I was getting closer to the boy I should be with now!" She pushed him away, furious. "And then you started stalking me and ruined everything! You always ruin everything, Jonathan!"
"Is this about Clark?" He felt as if she'd stabbed a thousand knives into him and he was bleeding out on the floor.
"This isn't about Clark." Chloe shook her head. "Not really." She stepped closer. "This is about you, and how you destroy everything you touch."
"I'm so sorry. So sorry. I love you. I'll never hurt you—I'd never do anything to make you suffer. Hurting you would be like hurting myself." He needed her to understand that. He needed her to realize just how important she was. How he needed her. He couldn't breathe without her. "I love you. I've only ever loved you. I've never loved anything else in my life – never allowed myself to – never could."
A piteous expression covered her face as she reached up and cupped his face. "To love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be the one destroyed."
Jace was going to be sick.
"You destroyed your falcon, Jace." Chloe whispered. "You're destroying me."
"No." His voice was as broken as his heart.
"This is interesting." A voice that made him shiver murmured from the shadows. Valentine, dressed in Shadowhunter glory, walked into the light. "When I awoke to the sound of voices I never expected that my children would've returned to me."
"I always knew," Moira emerged by his side, wearing gold. "My test to let them go back and realize for themselves the truth of the Clave, and thus remove all doubt about you and your mission, worked perfectly; your son and our daughter are back where they were always supposed to be."
"Mother!" Chloe hurried to Moira and hugged her. She turned to look at Valentine. "Is that monster really my father?"
"No." Jace shook his head. "No. He's not-!"
"You know it's true, Jace." Moira turned to him, face sad. "You've known it for a long time now, and the only reason why you won't accept it is because you know that that means you can't be with Chloe anymore."
Chloe looked at him with utter disgust.
He shrunk backwards, his voice a mere whimper. "Chloe, it isn't true."
Chloe shook her head. "I don't want to see you ever again."
"Chloe…" He reached for her.
She looked him straight in his eyes as she moved towards him, determined. "You might be my brother, but I have no love for you."
Desperate, shaking, Jace saw the grin on Valentine's face over Chloe's head, and something snapped in him as he reached for the struggling blonde and kissed her.
She pushed away and slapped him. "I'm your sister!"
He reached for her and pulled the girl closer. "I. Don't. Care." And with her eyes wide on his, he slanted his mouth over hers and gave himself over to sin.
With a desperate gasp for air, Jace sat up. He looked around him, confused. What had happened? Where was he? Where was Chloe? What-?
"What did you see?"
In a split second Jace was on his feet and turned to find Valentine leaning against the wall, his expression curious.
"Where's Chloe?" Jace glared at his father. "What have you done to her?"
"You saw Chloe?" Valentine looked surprised.
"If you've touched her I swear by the Angel that I'll-!" Jace realized his seraph blade was still with him, and he yanked it free, tip pointed menacingly at his father. "I don't care if she's my sister, or if she hates me; you can't take her from me! I won't let you!"
"That is your biggest fear?" Valentine couldn't have looked more shocked if he tried.
Jace hesitated at his father's genuine emotion. "My biggest fear?"
Valentine took in a deep breath. He seemed to be thinking things over as he stared at Jace as if he hadn't ever truly seen him before. "It would seem that the Morgenstern influence is stronger in you than I ever would've imagined." He eyed Jace with his black gaze as he ran his fingers through his pale blonde hair. "I did not expect this." He tilted his head. "When you said that you saw her I expected you to say that you saw her dying."
"I would never let anyone hurt her." Jace sneered despite the fact that he was still somewhat confused as to what was going on.
Valentine gazed around him before he took in a deep breath. He seemed to be deep in thought, calculating. "What if I told you that that girl was my child?"
Jace froze, his eyes wide in terror. "You'd be lying." Even though he said that, his voice shook slightly. "You told me that she was made for me. You wouldn't have said that if she was my sister. You—she is not my sister!"
Valentine merely eyed him curiously. "But what if I told you that I lied? That she is? That I was ashamed for cheating on my wife with her best friend? That I blame myself for what Jocelyn did to me because I feel that, because of my cheating, I deserved it?"
"No!" Jace surged forwards and his seraph blade's trajectory was blocked by Valentine's own seraph blade. "Take it back! Stop lying to me!"
Valentine seemed completely unemotional, merely eyed Jace with that calculating glint of his. "The reason why I said she belonged to you, that she was yours, was because she was to be your right hand, the only one who could understand you. She was made so that you wouldn't be alone; a daughter to match my son in every way possible. To bring about a new era of Shadowhunters. Together. By my side." His eyes leveled with Jace's. "As a family."
"If you don't shut up I'll cut your lying tongue out myself." Jace's voice was hard stone, his eyes narrowed, and his hand shook with his fury as he held the seraph blade as tightly as physically possible.
"Moira was right." Valentine took in a deep breath. "When I sent her to you after you disappeared from Idris, she told me that your attachment to Chloe was much more than I had calculated. She is not to be your weakness, Jonathan. She's meant to be your strength."
"No." Jace shook as much as his voice did.
"I am so sorry, my son." Valentine whispered. "It was never my intention for you to grow so extremely attached to the girl."
"You said she was mine." Jace's voice broke. "What did you expect?"
"But she is yours. She belongs to the Morgenstern family and all within."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Jace sneered. "You enter her dreams and kiss her – brand her with runes… I don't know what you're playing, but even with a mask no one else has your shade of blonde, father. So don't play innocent."
Valentine paused for a second and tilted his head to the side, before he let out a soft breath, his lips curled.
"Do not smile about that! Father!"
Clearing his throat, Valentine looked at him. "Your fear… It wasn't actually of her being your sister." It was as if something had suddenly dawned on him and he was both staggered and fascinated. "Your true fear is that her being your sister wouldn't matter to you - but it would to her." Valentine moved towards him like a serpent about to strike. "You're afraid of yourself, of what you'd do if she had a valid reason to turn away from you."
Jace's grip on his blade shook. "It doesn't matter, because you're lying; she isn't my sister."
Valentine merely stared at him in nearly awed silence.
Jace hated the way his voice broke when he hissed: "She isn't."
"Son, join me." He stepped closer. "None of this would matter if you do." He reached out and placed his hand on Jace's shoulder. "Join me and I will let your friends live." His grip tightened. "Join me and she never has to know the depths of what you are capable of."
Jace looked up at his father, silent.
"I don't know!" Lucy kicked at the table before she sat down on the chair with a huff. "The Inquisitor is making this harder than it has to be. She's blinded by the death of her son." She cracked her neck as she listened to the person on the other end. "At least we have one thing going for us: Magnus Bane is exactly like you said he would be. He's distracted by the situation and the boy. He hasn't suspected a thing." She smirked at the comment that received. "He's eighteen. Get off your high horses. Plus, I doubt Bane is taking advantage of him. I get some serious he's mine vibes whenever he's around." She chuckled. "I think he believes that I'm interested in Bane - which I'm sure I can use to my advantage."
She looked around the house and wondered if the General was ever home. She had the place to herself most of the time, if not all of it, and figured that while it would be easier to get the information she needed if she accepted Magnus' offer of lodging, there was no way she was going to be under the roof of the house that the Inquisitor and her people were watching so tightly. There were definitely things she didn't need that woman, or the Clave, knowing about.
A sigh escaped her lips. "No. But I figure I'm going to be asked soon. I might've graduated early, but I'm still a nobody, and I only asked for permission to leave Alicante so I could check up on my family. And you know that the Clave want me to report back to them - that's the only reason why they've let me out without issue. But if things hold out much longer… I don't know… I'm going to have to come up with a better reason for still being here." She tilted her head to the side. "I don't want his help. He's incompetent. I put him on Chloe-duty while she was in Idris and we all know how well that went." She took in a deep breath. "Can someone, other than an angel, create a rune?" She listened intently and then frowned. "She thinks she can." The brunette groaned. "I don't know if she can for sure, I was getting her to test it out when the Inquisitor came along and there is no way I want the Clave finding out about this if it's legit." She narrowed her eyes. "I need to have a couple of minutes alone with her, and I'll find out." She nodded. "Of course, I'll keep you informed." With that she hung up the phone and looked at the picture of her mother which hung on the wall. "Oh mom." She let out a sigh. "Things are getting horribly complicated."
Chloe awoke to the feeling of warmth around her, and fingers running softly through her hair. Her cheek rested against a calmed heartbeat. She didn't have to open her eyes to know who it was her arms were wrapped around. Since staying in Magnus' she'd gotten used to going to sleep next to Jace, to waking up to him already awake. She was used to the scent of his skin, to the fell of his hands, to watching him as sleep claimed him – to watching him asleep.
So far they hadn't done anything other than sleep together, and yet it'd strengthened their bond so much. So while she was happy to be able to see Luke again, she was terrified of the thought of moving to his apartment and not being able to see Jace as often as she had while under Magnus' roof.
"Morning," Jace's voice was a soft rumble.
"How do you always know when I wake up?"
"Your heartbeat speeds up," his voice went teasing. "Then again, you do wake up with me, so I don't blame you."
Slapping his taunt stomach, Chloe laughed as she pushed away and sat up with a yawn. When Jace moved to kiss her she turned her head away and batted him back. "Morning breath. Stay away." With a squeak she suddenly found herself on her back on the bed, her hands pinned above her head, and Jace looming over her. There was an odd expression on his face as he merely stared down at her. "Is something wrong?"
He stared down at her, face serious, almost pained. "I love you."
She stared up at him, worried. "And I love you."
"Everything I do - have done since the moment you tripped and fell into my arms – will continue to do… it's all for you. It's because I love you more than I knew I could love – because I love you so much it scares me." He paused and then looked away, almost looked disgusted as he shook his head. "And yet I'm lying because I'm being selfish. I'm not doing it only for you – I'm doing it for me, because I can't ever go back to being the person I was, or living the life that I did, before I met you. I couldn't."
She'd never seen Jace open himself so much, be so vulnerable. He'd always made her known she was loved and desired, but he'd always have his arrogant protection in place. Now though, there wasn't a bit of arrogance in him.
Slipping her hands from his grip, Chloe reached up and cupped his face. "You never have to. I'm not going anywhere, Jace." She licked her lips. "I know your defects, and I love you for them. You're arrogant and selfish and you sacrifice yourself for those you love. It makes me want to hit you over the head and kiss you, all at the same time."
"What if I'm too selfish?" He whispered softly. "What if I'm willing to do anything to keep you by my side?"
"What's really bothering you?" She wanted to know.
"I'm scared," he admitted softly.
That shocked her intensely. Jace was not one to admit fear. Never. He always had some arrogant comment ready instead of ever admitting doubt.
Chloe stared at him. "Of what?"
"Of myself." He took in a deep breath. "I don't think I can be trusted to be the good guy anymore," he hesitated. "Not when it comes to you."
"I trust you more than I've ever allowed myself to trust anyone." What was bothering him so badly? "I love you more than I ever allowed myself to love anyone. It's you, Jace, it's always been you."
He stared at her, his expression almost afraid, before suddenly his lips were on hers, warm and needy. His hands delved into her hair and clutched handfuls of her blonde as his body pinned hers to the mattress.
Chloe's breath caught in her throat as she kissed him back as desperately, her heart racing. She didn't understand what was happening, what was bothering him, but she needed to comfort him, to make him know that no matter what the Inquisitor or anyone else did she wouldn't let them tear them apart. She loved him, loved him so much, and she wouldn't be able to go on in this crazy world if she didn't have him by her side.
Suddenly the door flew open and the scandalized cry clued them in on the fact that they weren't alone.
Chloe and Jace tilted their heads towards the door to see the Inquisitor standing there, shadowhunters flanking her.
"Get off of her, Jonathan Morgenstern." The Inquisitor motioned to the men with her, who moved and grabbed Jace, yanking him off of her and the bed. "You are under arrest for treason against the Clave."
"What?" Chloe sat up, horrified. "He hasn't even had his trial yet! You can't just-!"
"We can do what we want to traitors who meet with Valentine Morgenstern, just as he did, last night." The Inquisitor's eyes flashed with feverish glee. "We told the Downworlder to lower his shields and we bugged Jonathan Morgenstern to see what he would do. We saw images of him meeting with Valentine on some sort of boat." She stepped forwards. "We couldn't hear what they spoke of, but we now have proof that the son is in league with the father."
"That's ridiculous!" Chloe glared. "Jace wouldn't-!" But then she saw the closed-off look on Jace's face and she brought a hand to her heart. "Jace?"
"I went to see him, and he offered me a place with him, but I told him no." Jace's gaze rested on her. "I did so for you."
She stared at him, shocked numb.
"Don't continue to lie, son of Morgenstern, no one will believe you now. Even she sees you for who you really are." The Inquisitor stepped forwards and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her. "We will send a missive to your father for a trade: you for the Mortal Instruments." She tightened her grip on his chin. "And you better hope that he agrees to the trade, because if he doesn't he's signed your death warrant."
"You can't!" Chloe found her voice as she hurried off of the bed.
Jace's eyes were on the Inquisitor. "He's not going to exchange me for the Mortal Instruments."
"Of course he will, he's your father." The Inquisitor gave him an ugly smile. "He won't let us kill his son."
"Son or not, this mission means more to him." Jace glared. "He won't give you want you want."
"You better hope he does." She let go of him. "Take him away."
"No!" Chloe moved to help but Shadowhunters moved in front of her, and she was unable to do anything but watch in horror as Jace was taken away.