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.
"Get upstairs and lock yourselves in my room! Now!" Luke snarled at them as the screaming grew louder around them.
"But Luke—!" Chloe didn't want to leave him, not as the screaming grew closer and closer.
Luke's gaze turned to Clark as his eyes started to turn lupine. "Take her."
Clark nodded and grabbed Chloe's forcing the struggling blonde up the stairs towards Luke's room as the sound of the glass front of the bookstore breaking. He hauled her into the room, Chloe wasn't even sure how he knew that one was Luke's, and slammed the door shut, bolting it closed.
"No!" Chloe fought against him. "We can't leave Luke! We have to help him!"
"I have to protect you." Clark grabbed her and gave her a shake. "Listen! Chloe! You need to get out of here. They're after you. You know they are! So if you have a way of getting to the Faerie Realm, go now." He cleared his throat. "I'll stay behind and help Luke."
"No." Chloe shook her head. "I will not leave you! Either of you!"
A wolf howling in pain, in fear, could be heard below.
Both turned towards the door, and Clark had to hold on tightly to Chloe to keep her from racing towards it. "Chloe, go! You have to go!"
"I'm not going!" She yanked her stele out from her pocket. "I have to help!"
"That's not a seraph blade, you can't—!" Suddenly Clark looked up and yanked Chloe and himself out of the way in time for the door to be kicked off of its hinges and come flying into the room. When he turned to look at the doorway he whispered one word "no" and let go of Chloe as he collapsed to his knees.
Chloe followed his gaze towards the doorway and her eyes widened in horror as Jace stood there, bloody and beaten.
"Chloe," he whispered as he collapsed to his knees. "You're okay."
"Jace?" Her voice was horrified, and in seconds she'd put away her stele and raced towards him, catching him as he was about to fall face forwards onto the floor. "What happened to you?" She cradled his broken, bleeding body. "I'll use my stele—you'll be alright."
"No." Jace raised his hand and stopped her. "It's too late. You can't help me. You'll only prolong the pain."
"No." Chloe shook her head. "It'll save you! It has to!"
"Chloe." He stared up at her as if she was the most precious thing in the world. "When I heard you were in danger I had to - I couldn't let them keep me away. I'll always come for you - to save you - and dying for you is an honor."
"Don't say that!" Chloe screamed at him. "You don't need to die! Just let me—!"
Jace coughed up blood, crimson around his lips. "I love you."
"Jace—!" Chloe stared in horror as his eyes rolled in the back of his skull and his body went limp in her arms. "No…" She let out a sound she'd never heard before as her tears fell onto his face, washing away the red. "NO!"
Lucian Greymark was in the hospital, in critical condition. Lois hadn't moved from his side since he'd been placed in his private room. His pack were around as well, and while they weren't that trusting or welcoming of those who weren't 'pack', they seemed to instinctively know better than to try and tell Lois to leave. Even the Inquisitor hadn't told Lois that she had to return to Magnus'. Maybe it was because she'd seen the girl's eyes, seen the horror, the terror, the brokenness, and recognized something there that she knew all too well. Whatever the reason, Lois was under watch at the hospital, but at least she was there, seated by Lucian's side. She hadn't said a thing since the news of what had happened at Lucian's had come out. The only sound she made were sniffles. She was obviously trying not to cry and yet was having a hard time of it.
Leaning in the shadows, Lucy hugged herself. She wanted to go in, to let her presence be known, to hug her sister, but she knew that she couldn't do that. Not now. Not with all that was going on.
Please, Angel, let Lucian survive this.
Looking up at the ceiling, Lucy fought the desire to cry. She couldn't cry. She hadn't cried since she was a child, all alone in a foreign country in a cold Academy, far from her family and all those she loved or who loved her. Going to Idris had taught her to be tough, to never let her weakness show, and she wouldn't start now.
Clearing her throat, Lucy left, grabbing her phone as she dialed the number she called above all else. "The situation here is critical. My cousin's safe-house was attacked. The Shadowhunters posted around were massacred, cut clean through, and Lucian… The werewolf mightn't make it." She cleared her throat. "Chloe and her friend Clark were taken." She moved towards the door. "I'm going to Magnus'. Jocelyn has been returned to the Institute. They believe that she or Jace will be the next target, and want to make it harder for Valentine to get to them. Most of their people are there. And you know what that means." She nodded at the answer. "Exactly." The brunette ran a hand through her hair. "Magnus needs to be brought in on this. I know we wanted to keep as many people in the dark as possible, but given what we know, we need him." She breathed a breath of relief at the agreement in her ear. "I'll call you after I speak to him. I'll call you if I need backup." She sighed. "I'll also call Raphael and let him know what's going on." She hung up.
"How about you letting us know what's going on as well?" A voice said darkly from the side.
Lucy froze and then turned to see Isabelle and Alec Lightwood emerge from the shadows.
"What the hell are you up to?" Alec moved towards her, vicious. "What do you want with Magnus?"
Damn. How had she let her guard down enough for these two to catch her?
A dark chuckle escaped her lips.
"Believe it or not, I'm a good guy." Lucy ran her hand over her face. "Come on then, I'm not saying this twice, so the quicker we get to Magnus' the better."
Chloe sat up with a gasped breath. She looked around her in confusion. Where was she? What had happened?
And then she remembered: Jace had died in her arms.
A stuttered breath escaped her before a sob followed it.
"Are you hurt?"
She looked up at the unexpected voice. "Mom?" In seconds she'd flown out of the bed and wrapped her arms around Moira's stomach, holding onto her tightly as she cried. "He's dead! Jace is dead!"
Her mother's arms wrapped around her and she pressed a kiss to her head. "Honey, Jace isn't dead. The Clave still have him imprisoned, but he's alive."
Confusion mixed with hope as she looked up at her mother through tear-filled eyes. "But I saw him die! He died in my arms!"
"My beautiful daughter…" Moira brushed her tears away before she cupped her face. "What you saw was your greatest fear. It wasn't reality."
Relief seared through her and left her weak as she collapsed to her knees. "Thank the Angel."
Moira followed her to the ground. "Were you hurt? We were merely trying to rescue you, but Agramon might've hurt you during the rescue." She then paused when she noticed the rune seared on Chloe's inner wrist. "Where did you get this?"
Chloe opened her mouth to answer, when the door opened and Valentine Morgenstern entered. "You." She stood. "This is all your fault!"
"I see she's fine." Valentine chuckled as he came forwards and circled them as Moira got to her feet as well. "We were worried after you fainted. Your mundane friend has been accusing us of hurting you and we were beginning to worry he was right when you wouldn't wake up."
Fear speared through her. "You have Clark?"
"He is untouched." Valentine assured her. "Merely being detained in one of the rooms until we could prove that you're well." He came towards her and caught her hand, his gaze going to her inner wrist before he grinned and pulled her into a hug. "I am relieved to know that you are well, my child."
She squirmed in his touch but didn't push him off. She couldn't antagonize him, not if she wanted to secure Jace's safety. "They have Jace. They want you to trade the Mortal Instruments. Or they'll kill him."
"I know." He pulled away and looked away. "They will not kill him."
She stared into his dark eyes and fought a snarky response. "You'll trade the Mortal Instruments for him?"
"Of course not." Valentine snorted as if that was the silliest thing he'd ever heard. "I'll kill each and every one of them, and then set him free."
Lucy Lane let out a sigh as she stared at the faces eyeing her. "The Clave sent me here to spy on everyone and report back to them." She could see everyone bristling and groaned as she covered her hand with her face. "But while I've been feeding them information I've only given them enough for them not to question my real reasons for being here… or who I am reallyworking with."
"Valentine," Alec hissed.
She snorted. "Please." She removed her hand from her face and turned to face Mangus, who'd been silently watching her since this had all begun. "We have a friend in common, Ragnor Fell."
Magnus' cat-eyes widened. "You're working with Ragnor?"
"Ragnor?" Alec as in confusion.
Isabelle blinked. "Wait. As in High Warlock Ragnor Fell?"
Lucy nodded with a sigh. "He and I have the same goals."
"Which would be?" Magnus seemed intrigued and a little amused.
"A true alliance, a friendship, between the species." Lucy let out a breath. She couldn't believe she'd been found out. But then again, she'd need these people's help. Still. Ragnor was going to be so annoyed with her. And he'd never let her live down the fact that she'd be found out. "Downworlders and Shadowhunters have an alliance, but the Covenant is just in name alone. We all know that there's distrust between us all, and that we don't work together - we don't accept each other, not really." She sighed. "But Ragnor and I - we want to build a society where Downworlder and Shadowhunter are truly united, are brothers in arms. If we were, scum like Valentine Morgenstern wouldn't be able to succeed in their plans of destruction."
"Why should we believe you?" Alec wanted to know. "You could be making this all up."
"Because she's not." A new voice announced as Raphael waltzed into the house and made a face. "Dios, Magnus, you need to clean up a bit more."
"Raphael?" Magnus stood, and then his mouth fell open. "That damned Ragnor! He is behind this!" He pouted. "Why wasn't I included in all this?"
Raphael snorted at the thought.
Magnus glared at him. "I resent that snort. I am dependable." At Raphael's look he smirked. "Okay, it would've been interesting. This whole cloak and dagger thing is just me. I mean, I have the perfect outfit for it."
Raphael turned to Lucy, as if begging her to change the subject.
Taking pity on the vampire, Lucy did. "Ragnor, Raphael and I have been working together, representing the Warlocks, Vampires and Shadowhunters who share our views. We call ourselves the Guild." She cleared her throat. "We were going to approach Lucian Greymark. He would be the perfect representative for the Children of the Moon. He already had an idea of what was going on… He must've smelt both Ragnor and Raphael on me, and known that there was more than I was saying."
Isabelle eyed the younger girl. "You want to make a new Covenant."
"We want a real alliance, not the ridiculous treaty we've had all these years." Lucy stepped forwards. "We want a true chance at peace, at brotherhood. A world in which a Shadowhunter can love a Downworlder and it not be shameful. We want equality." She licked her lips. "Ragnor and I have fought together in Idris to try and change the backwards mentality that reigns in there, both in the Downworlder and Shadowhunter sides, but if Valentine Morgenstern wins this war the little progress we've made side by side won't mean anything."
Magnus suddenly let out a snort. "That damned hypocrite."
Lucy blinked and turned towards him in confusion. "Excuse me?"
"How old are you?" Magnus wanted to know.
She blinked. "I just turned seventeen."
"Hypocrite!" Magnus threw his hands in the air before he pointed to Raphael. "You too! You're complicit in this!"
Lucy was truly confused as she looked between them. "What—?"
Magnus looked completely indignant. "Ragnor and this guy have been going on and on about me 'cradle-robbing' because Alexander is eighteen… but Ragnor and you… and you're seventeen!"
Raphael palmed his face.
Alec went pale and turned to look at his sister.
Isabelle merely winked and gave her brother's shoulder a little whack as she mouthed: Finally.
He blushed hard and looked down, but a small smile touched his lips.
A hot blush covered Lucy's face. "Ragnor and I are not… We…" She couldn't look anyone in the face. "He's a gentleman."
Raphael glared at Magnus. "Have you no tact, Warlock?"
Magnus pouted. "It's obvious on her face that there's something between her and—."
"There isn't anything between us!" Lucy's voice went shrill, her face even hotter, before she cleared her throat. "Back to the important part." She took in a deep breath. "We know where Valentine Morgenstern is, we followed Jonathan Morgenstern when he went to visit his father the other night." She cleared her throat. "We have reason to believe that he will perform his profane ritual tonight, and we must stop him before he does." Her eyes narrowed. "I don't know what use he has for my cousin, but I know that we can't let him have her." She took in a deep breath. "I won't let him have her."
"Jace needs to know." Alec reached for his jacket. "Don't do anything until I come back." He hesitated for a second before he moved to Magnus, grabbed his shirt, and pulled the surprised Warlock down in a deep kiss.
Raphael covered his face with mumbled Spanish.
Isabelle grinned brightly.
Lucy knew the action for what it was. It wasn't a he's mine signal to her or anyone else. It was just, for the first time, Alec was around people who not only knew about him and Magnus, but who had already voiced their approval. For the first time he felt accepted, not condemnable or condemned. It'd given him a bit of freedom, of courage, and it made her smile. This was what she was fighting for… for others like Alec, who loved people they "shouldn't". She wanted a world in which they were free to do so.
Alec pulled back, smiled up at an apparently shocked-silly Magnus, and headed towards the door, leaving them.
Lucy and Isabelle exchanged looks, and for the first time genuinely smiled at each other.