Author's Note: I want to give a big shout out to JustCan'tStopReading and blazzer12 for being my first reviews. Also, I don't own Percy Jackson series or The Mortal Instruments series. This is my first fanfiction. I'm only ten so try not to judge it to harshly. I hope you enjoy it.
I woke up with Clary right next to me in bed. Her red fiery hear was spread all over the pillow like a burning halo. Her lips were curved in the faintest of smiles and I couldn't help but wonder what she was dreaming about. Whatever it was it seemed peaceful, and I refused to be the cause of that coming to an end. Quietly, I slipped out of our bed and made my way over to our closet. I dressed as quickly and silently as I could, slipping into my tried and true wear, t-shirt, blue jeans and my black leather jacket. I grabbed a pair of socks from my drawer then stooped down to pick up my favorite black sneakers that I'd kicked off onto the floor before climbing into bed with my beloved last night. I made my way quietly from our room then closed the door softly behind myself.
I made my way down to the kitchen, where my best friend Alec, who resided in the institute along with Clary and I as well as a few of our fellow Shadowhunters, was already stationed at the kitchen table, scarfing down eggs and bacon as if it were his last meal.
"Took you forever," he muttered between bites without looking up from his plate.
"Missing me were you," I teased as I took a seat across from, then leaned over and began to put on my socks and shoes. "You know you're still my favorite little Shadowhunter….sans boobs."
"So what's up?"
Alec peered up at me. His big blue eyes were brimming with uncertainty. "There has been news that a few rogue Shadowhunters have been popping out kids like pop tarts then abandoning them like they were crappy Christmas present from their senile grandparents who wouldn't know the difference between an iPad and a maxi pad."
I shuddered at gross image his friend's words had conjured. "Dude, I haven't even had my breakfast yet. Can you tone down the overly descriptive metaphors until I've at least had my first cup of coffee?"
Alec laughed and sat back in his chair. "I make no promises."
I reached over and snagged the last piece of bacon off of Alec's plate. "Fine. Continue."
"Well I think this is something we should look into and if it's true, we have find them bring them here to train."
Even though I knew Alec was right, I couldn't help but feel a little disgruntle. "Do we ever get a break?"
"Oh yeah…remember last weekend. We almost got through an entire episode of Games of Thrones, before the supernatural world went all pear shape."
"Right." I sighed happily. "That was wonderful. We should try that again sometime."
Standing, I made his way over to the counter and snagged the loaf of bread that was sitting on top of the microwave. After opening the package and taking out four slices I dropped them in the toaster before closing the bag again and setting it back into its place. Just as I was about to butter the toasted bread, I heard footsteps and glanced over my shoulder to see Isabel, Alec's sister and fellow Shadowhunter entered the room. The sable haired beauty appeared as if she'd gotten up on the wrong side of the bed, and from the angry look on her pretty face, I could tell it was going to be one of those days. And I hadn't even gotten the jelly out yet. I should have stayed in bed.
"Is Clary up yet," she grumbled when she spotted me. "She and I need to talk."
"What? No good morning Jace. No how are you or did you sleep well," I teased.
If looks could kill, I would have been six foot under by now. "Those questions would imply that I care…and I don't. So, is Clary up yet?"
"No, and don't wake her. She didn't have a good night and she's just finally resting comfortably."
"She's not the only one who had a bad night."
Intrigued, I abandoned my toast making, turned around and leaned back on the counter. I crossed my arms over my chest and peered at my long time friend. "Did something happen I don't know about?"
Isabel snorted. "I'm sure lots of things in this world happen you don't know about."
"That's not a real answer."
"It's the best you're going to get."
I glanced over at Alec and arched an eyebrow, silently asking him what was going on. His face was a mask of confusion and he shrugged his shoulders in lieu of a reply. Great, this day just kept getting better and better.
I glanced over at the coffee pot longingly and then headed out of the kitchen. There was nothing worse than when the women in my life were fighting. The institute might be big, but it wasn't big enough for two warring teenage girls. "I'll be back.
I went to our bedroom where Clary was finally awake and dressed. She was filling up her backup with her art supplies as she did every time before she went to her mother's. Gone was the peaceful expression she had just moments before and its place was a look of firm resolve.
I closed the door behind me, and leaned against it. "Hey sweetheart are you ok?"
"I am fine. I just have a lot on my mind."
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, even though it was the last thing I wanted to do. I would rather face a Greater demon with nothing but my bare hands than talk about emotions with my girlfriend, but if she needed to vent I was here. The things we do for the people we love.
Clary slipped her backpack straps over one shoulder and came towards me. "No. I just need to get out of here for awhile."
My gut clenched. "Awhile like in hours…or days."
"Hours, I swear." she stood on her tip toes and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. "Let's meet up later this afternoon at dinner. I'll give you a call later. Love you."
"Love you too." I brush my lips across her forehead then stood out of the way so she could leave. I was no closer to figuring out what the heck was going on, but there was one thing I knew for sure. It was definitely time for coffee.