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City of Bones, Alternative End
Clary sat on her bed, shock covered her face and ran through her body. She felt numb and alone, her whole life had been turned upside down in a week. Not even bothering to change into her pajamas she turned off her light and curled into a ball on her bed.
Her mother, missing.
Luke, didn't want anything to do with her.
Simon, was more than angry. She was alone with strangers, and Jace had gone back to being his normal arrogant, sarcastic self.
Sighing she rolled over and tried to get some sleep, willing herself not to think about that kiss of all things.
It had been three hours and still sleep was out of reach. Clary had counted every crack on the roof, every line on the floor over and over. Deciding that she couldn't take it anymore she got out of bed. After changing into her pajama shorts and singlet she wanted a walk. Needing to clear her mind she began wandering the halls of the institute. So deep in her thoughts Clary hadn't even realised where she was headed unt
Alt end: City of Bones pt3
By the time Jace had reached the bottom of the stairs Clary was no where to be seen. He wanted to make sure she was ok, to reassure her but thought it would be best not to. Damn! he thought To love is to destory, if not me then her..
He went back to his room quietly.
Clary didn't want to go back to her room in case Jace came looking for her. She decided to get dressed and pack her bag. Now that Simon was angry at her, she had nowhere to go she just felt as if she should leave. They didn't really care about her or her mother just there precious shadowhunter things. They probably wouldn't even notice her gone or care if they did.
Clary quietly entered the elevator and pressed the down button. She silently cursed herself for the noise it made taking her down.
Jace thought he heard the elevator start up, his heart missed a beat but instead of getting up he decided to roll over and try to get some sleep.
Clary POV <
City of Bones Alternative Ending: The End Jace POV
Jace held onto the tightly as Simon sped around the corner. He knew Simon was going as fast as he could, but was still anxious to be there already. "How much longer mundane?" He snapped.
"We're here!" Simon replied getting out of the van. It was a yellow, beaten vehicle, but the had done the job. They all stood at the back of the van preparing there weapons. All Jace wanted to do was run in and make sure she was ok, but he knew he couldn't help if he wasn't properly prepared.
As they started heading over to the building he noticed Simon following. He spun around blocking Simon's path. "Where do you think you are going?"
Simon glared at him, "Clary is in there." was all he said. Jace rolled his eyes and pointed at him.
"You need to stay in car, keep it running." Simon went to protest, but Jace cut him off. "If she is hurt we are going to need to get her back to the institute as fast as possible. That means we need you to keep the car running." Even though he had said i
Alt end: City of Bones pt4
It was cold out on the streets, but Clary didn't care, she kept walking. She had no idea where she might end up, but she forced herself to keep moving forward instead of running back. She knew deep down she would have to eventually return, she couldn't survive on the streets for long.
She walked absent mindedly for a while before she recognised where she was. She was three blocks away from what use to be her home. Even after all the terrible things that had happened and the possible danger that lurked there she couldn't help, but go home.
It was really early in the morning by the time Clary entered her apartment. She quietly looked checked out the place making sure she was alone before collapsing in her empty bedroom. She was so exhausted that she immediately fell asleep.
Jace nervously walked toward the kitchen wondering what the day would hold. As he got closer he made sure his expression was neutral. Just before he was about to stride in he stopp
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Clary gathered things back into her backpack and raced down the stairs. She pounded on Madame Dorothea's door three times before realizing that it was still early in the morning. Luckily for her Dorothea seemed to be a morning person. She opened the door with a bright smile. "Clary," she said in a clear ringing voice, "how lovely to see you again. Please come in."
"Thank-you Madame Dorothea." Clary replied as she followed her into the parlor.
"Now, what brings you back here child? Did you find the Mortal Cup?" She asked while pouring Clary a cup of tea.
"Not exactly," Clary began slowly, "but I know where it is." Madame Dorothea paused, then looked up at her wide eyed.
"Where?" She whispered.
"It is in this very room." Clary replied. Madame Dorothea's expression turned angry.
"Here? Are you accusing me of hiding the Mortal Cup!"She yelled, her cheeks turning red.
"No, that's not what I meant." Clary rushed, "I meant that my mother hid them
Jessie Comes To Shadow Falls: Safe Jessie POV
I snapped awake with a horrible feeling of fear and panic crushing down on me, I could barely breathe. As I looked around the room trying to figure out where I was the feeling faded away with the dream. This happened almost every time I slept. I would wake up with this terrible feeling of horror and panic, but it would always fade and I could never remember the dream.
I became aware of Lucas’s hands on my shoulder. Again I tried to speak aloud, and again I was unsuccessful. It was like the only noises I could make were screams.
I lifted my hand to his warm cheek, I’m ok, just a bad dream. I went to move my hand away, but he covered it with his, holding it there. “Are you sure?” I nodded.
I heard a noise behind him and realised we weren’t alone. Embarrassed I moved away and into a sitting position. There was a beautiful woman with red flowing hair. “Hello, I’m Holiday.” She introduced herself, “I co-run t
Clary opened her eyes and sighed. Why was he always right? Slowly, so slowly, she rose from her bed. A hiss of pain escaped her lips and she stood rigidly. Every muscle on her body pulsed and ached, but she had to get into more comfortable clothes. She couldn't sleep in jeans. He knew that this was going to happen. He had told her not to come. Her mind went back to the beginning of the day, in the kitchen of the Institute.
"Absolutely not." Jace hissed.
"It's not your decision Jace!" Clary yelled back. Isabelle cut in.
"Jace, it's just one demon that snuck into the city. Besides, she has to start sometime, she is a Shadowhunter, and she' s been training." Clary smiled at Izzy, thankful for the support.
"She.... is... a..... novice," Jace growled. "She is not ready."
"And how would you know what I'm capable of?" Clary practically screamed. It had hurt how much he hated the idea of fighting along
Almost Coincidence ::4::Alec busted down the door to Jace's room, without noticing Clary. His face looked red and sweaty. Almost as if he was running a track. He was breathing heavy also, his chest rapidly heaving up and down. Jace instantly covered his and Clary's bodies up with the sheets on the mangled bed.
"WHAT THE HELL, ALEC?!" Jace screamed at him as if he was about to murder him right there in front of God and everybody.
"I-It's Isabelle. She went to see Simon, a-and he just called saying he was out and he smelled he smelled ," Alec could finish the sentence, but the hurt and pain was written all over his face. He fell to his knees and started heavily sobbing. Jace and Clary was staring at him in bewilderment, and then it hit them both like a ton of bricks. They both shot up out of bed and scrambled around the room to put on their clothes without Alec noticing their naked selves.
"W-we Have to go to...h-her," Alec said between sobs. He sounded so hopelessly useless. It was sad, Cl
Clary's Real NightmareCLARY'S REAL NIGHTMARE
WARNING MAY BE SPOILERS!!!!!!!!
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE BOOKS!!!!!!!
This is a week after Jace and Clary meet at Taki's and Jace tells her that he only want to be her brother.
Sitting in Luke's spare room on the bed, looking at her finished drawing, a stab of pain twists through her abdomen, she leans over the bed glad that she hasn't eaten anything and also glad Jace isn't here he'd make a fuss over her keeping quiet about being sick, 'Stop thinking about him' She chastised herself, this is the second time today, as she finished leaning over the bed the shrieking sound of the telephone rings, hoping it's not Jace again.
"Clary," yelled Jocelyn
"Yes" Clary called back as she walks into the lounge room where mom and Luke are.
"I'm not here, I don't want to talk to him" Clary whispered, shaking her head, hoping he didn't hear her.
Walking back to her room, she remembers that afternoon at
The Mortal Instruments Fanfic2Clary woke up to the booming snores of Jace, he was lying next to her sound asleep. His arm was wrapped around her torso, holding her close to him. Clary moved her head up from where it was resting on Jace's chest, looking up at his face; it had that look of serenity; with his wispy blonde hair hiding his forehead, and his cheekbones stood out making him look like a model of sorts. Not the misguided shadowhunter that had faced the tragedies and lies of life; and he looked gorgeous to Clary. She dropped her head back onto his chest and moved closers towards him as she could feel the warmth of his breath on her forehead. This moment was perfect to Clary, nothing could ruin how she felt about him, not anymore. Clary felt Jace's arm tighten around her, bringing her closer to him.
"Clary?" he whispered groggily
"Yes?" Clary mutter
"How long have you been awake?"
"Long enough to want you t"
"You'll always want
Jace and Clary baby"Jace, it's your turn." Clary said with a yawn before falling back to sleep. She was right of course, since she had gotten up last time. Groggily, Jace got up out of bed and walked to the room across the hall and smiled. Even if she was being fussy, she was the most beautiful baby ever. Gently he picked up the crying 4 month old and sat with her in the rocking chair, rocking back and forth, back and forth until she started to fall back asleep.
Of course she had a name, Anabelle, meaning lovable in Latin which described all of her wrapped into one. Everyone would always argue and debate over who she looked like more. To Jace however, she was just a perfect combination of himself and Clary. Her soft hair was Clary's brilliant color red however unlike Clary's hair it wasn't curly, she had Jace's soft waves. She also had Jace's luminous gold eyes, but they had her mother's eyelashes on them, his eyebrows, her nose, his lips and smile, her facial stucture, and so on.
As Jace kept rocking th
Love-11"It worked!" Izzy exclaimed as Clary stood up from the bed and tested her legs. She saw the joy in Clary's smile. God, Izzy thought, to think about never walking again, never fighting, to almost stop living. A shudder went up her spine.
"What you didn't trust me?" Magnus feigned hurt, "I'm the high warlock of Brooklyn. I'm the best," he paused and turned to Alec, raising one eyebrow, "in more ways than one." Alec's entire face turned red.
"I didn't trust Simon." Jace said as he too rose from the bed. Clary's surge of happiness broke when she heard her best friend's name.
"Simon.." she whispered, looking around.
"I took him outside after he, uhhh, while you were...he's outside collecting his..thoughts." Izzy almost laughed at herself.
"I have to see him, I have to thank him." Clary started for the door. There was no pain, nothing, it was like she had never even been hurt. His venom had cured everything. But the vision of Simon in pain, his agony, would not leave her mind.
"No!" Jace gra
The Game-3Clary could feel the sunlight on her face. Slowly she opened her eyes, and smiled as the memories of the previous night flooded her brain. She looked over to where she thought Jace would be laying, but realized that he wasn't there. Panic consumed her and she flung herself out of the bed, instantly regretting it. Without Jace's hands on her muscles, they ached like fire.
"You really have to stop doing that, you'll never heal." Clary looked up to see Jace, fully dressed, leaning against the window sill, hands crossed and smirking at her. His eyes were light and happy, smiling at her, but if she focused she could see something else smoldering beneath the gold. Slowly, she crossed the room to him. Jace braced himself for her touch. He knew that the next couple of days were going to be difficult. They finally had the freedom to love each other openly, and she had to go and get her spine injured.
Clary's Real Nightmare Part 2Clary's Real Nightmare
WARNING MAY BE SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!!!!
Continuing from Part 1, Clary has become more sick than she thought so there's more to her sickness in this.
Running for her life, as fast as she can, knowing she carn't keep it up any longer, the pain in her abdomen is increasing, dots of black are covering some of her vision, she has to stop running, she see's another alley, runs into it, hides in the corner where it's dark, she's becoming increasingly sick which is not good, ready to scream out in pain and also ready to collapse. Jace walks past checking down the alley's, cause there are a couple on this street, the last of the alley's he checks, also checking every dark corner there is, when he spots a moving figure. Clary.
"Clary" Jace said with reconition
She cringes against the wall at the sound of his voice, in to much pain to answer, he walks closer to her see her properly, her legs carn't hold her up anymore, slidi
The Mortal Instruments FanFic1"CLARY!" Jace yelled furiously at Clary as she walked into the room, she saw the expression on his face was none to pleasant.
" Yes?" she asked.
"Can you please, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, stop leaving your undergarments on the floor?!" he asked sternly but with that little hint of calmness in his voice. Clary snickered and just laughed as Jace was motioning to her blue, sequined bra that was sitting on his forefinger; then suddenly Isabelle walked in.
"Hey Jace, I was wo----"her eyes went wide as they saw the bra in Jace's hand," okay just because you two have sex every other night doesn't mean you can fling Clary's lingerie everywhere Jace." Jace looked flustered then gave Clary a glare that bore through her as she turned pink.
"Sorry Izzy, Jace gets very excited when he sees me na---"Clary started when Isabelle interrupted her. "OKAY! I get it, do whatever you want!" Isabelle waved her hands in front of her trying to stop Clary from continuing,"
Alt end: City of Bones 2
Clary didn't want sweet. She needed a distraction and more importantly she needed him, to feel like someone cared. She reached up and pulled him against her as the kiss grew harder and more intense. A small voice in the back of her head warned her that he was probably just using her and that he did this with a lot of girls. She pushed that thought aside and pulled him against her harder, the kiss had gone beyond soft it had turned to what she thought was passion. Jace laid her gently on the ground without breaking contact.
Clary grabbed his shirt and unbuttoned it. His hand moved down her ribs to her waist while his other arm pulled her harder against him. She had never felt anything like this before, it was amazing and felt so right. She started moving her hands across his back, fingers tracing the permanent scars left behind from a life of fighting, war and pain. He shuddered pressing harder against her and let out a quiet moan. Clary's hands moved down his ribs an
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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