Dirty Little Secret

Searching and Documents

Jason's POV

   My brain races as I leave the papers in the bins and head towards the wooden box on the table with our doctor stuff from over the years.

   I set the box on the floor and sit down next to it, my body surrounding the bulky object. I left the top of, and sigh in relief when I see my dad got his hands on it. While it's rare for a wolf to have the same mental disorders have humans, my dad taught us it's entirely possible. Thankfully his OCD doesn't get too bad, and times like this it's definitely handy.

   I pull out moms tabbed folder and flip through the papers, grinning when I see they fate back to me being born.

   I flip through the documents and stop when I come to one in particular.

    I was four years old when I broke my arm. I was trying to climbs a tree and show off to some friends like all little kids do, and I feel, only holding out one arm to catch me.

    It did the job.... and broke in the process.

   But I remember when I came home, crying for mom to take me to the hospital she told me no. She said she wasn't going to go to the hospital and that if I wanted to be a real a real wolf then I would have to work on my healing ability so I could heal my arm myself.

    I cried and wailed making Clary join in, she was barely three and she followed me around everywhere.

    When dad came home I was still pleading with mom to go to the hospital when he walked in. Mom refused to go, claiming that hospitals do no good for people like us and it was better to heal on its own. In the end my dad ended up taking me to the hospital that day.

   I shake the memory away, but the feeling stays as I flip through the assortment i doctors visits, all papers baring the same signature on the parent line.

     And then I find it.

     Sixteen years ago, Shannon Moon has a miscarriage at eight months pregnant, the baby suffocating in the womb. Nick suffocating in the womb.

    My heart thuds in my ears, my brain scrambling all over the place as I try to make sense of what I just read. I look up and over at my brother... my mate. A part of me panics, wondering if everything will work out. No name. No identity. Wrong family. How can I protect him from that?

     I can't.

    And I hate that.

     Words don't form in my mouth no matter how hard I try, I can only stare at him helplessly. Him. Nick. Robin. My Mate. I watch as his head starts to raise up, his hands pausing in its shuffling. My chest squeezes with a phantom pain, and I reach out to Nick with a pained frown, hating that I can't take it away, my words glued to the walls of my throat.

    "It's not here. I can't find it." He says quietly, and Clary stops her trip down memory lane and tunes in. "I don't have a birth certificate." He says and the breath spills out of my mouth making me want to scream it out and yell at the world but only one thing comes out.

     "Not here." I say, reminding him of the certificate back with Sara with the family that claimed to be is. That's his.

     His eyes are red and flooded, tears barely being held back as he stares at me, his whole world falling apart and it's all I can do to watch it happen to him. Before I can call him to me or take care of him, there's a loud thud upstairs.

    Instantly I'm on high alert, my ears letting further sounds reach them, hoping to know what that was. I stand up, Clary and Nick going to love as well, but I shake my head. 

    "Stay here and don't move." I say and though I can tell they don't like it, they don't argue with me.

    Slowly I get up and turn round the couch, walking around the support beam near the kitchenette. Quietly I make my way towards the stairs, slow footsteps I can barely hear keep pace above me.

    'Something feels wrong, Jace.' Ryan warns and I agree but I know there's nothing I can do now, we're trapped.

    Before I can go any further, the footsteps race towards the door and the split second they have on me is more than enough. They get to the door just as I start the stairs and something gets thrown down before the door gets closed.

    A second later, gas spills out and before I can get in a good breath, I inhale the gums and instantly, my legs start to give out on me.

    Fuck.

   Wolfsbane bomb.

    I try to turn around and hold my breath, needing to get to Clary. To Him. But the breath I take to hold is the last mistake I make before the smoke overtakes my lungs until I'm coughing, each inhalation making the dizziness worse and worse. And as the bane pulls me into a swarm of unsettling trippy dream, the last clean breath that leaves my lips holds his name.

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Omg guys what should we call him? Nick? Robin? Should he make his own name? What do you think is going on? How are you guys feeling the final angst is finally here!

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