Her Own Dark Angel

The Result

Clarissa Adele Morgenstern stared at that stick. She stared at it for god knows how long. She was crumpled in a heap in her bathroom at the institute, laying in the results of her shame. Her regret.
She took more than one test, after she started vomiting in the morning. She didn't tell Jace about any of it. Because Jace might come to the conclusion she had. And then he'd realize the big fat truth: She and Jace have not had sex. She only had it once, at a night at the Bone Chandelier. A night where Clary, intoxicated by fairy drugs, danced with Sebastian, and ended up doing far worse with her brother. She knew that if Jace found out, he'd be heartbroken. And if Jocelyn knew, Clary knew her mother would never be be able to look at Clary and her child without disgust or sadness. Clary knew Alec or Izzy would tell Jace or would want her to get rid of it. Clary knew in her heart that even if it was Sebastian's, she would never have an abortion or give it up. The Clave will kill her child if told.
Clary knew what she had to do. If she ran away by herself, she would be found by Jace or demons in the end. There was only one person who could know and would give her protection. Jonothan Christoper Morgenstern.
"Sebastian." Clary portaled, to the man who was responsible for her pregnancy. She was standing in the room of an apartment that she knew should be gone. Sebastian must have somehow fixed it. "Clary." There, in the middle of his messy room, was Sebastian Morgenstern. He looked incredibly shocked and even vulnerable to see her, alone and unarmed. His cloud white hair was tusseled gorgeously, his midnight black eyes wide and his baby pink lips slightly parted. "Clary, what are you doing here? Alone? Unarmed?" He actually looked genuinely bewildered. Clary finally lost the frog in her throat. "Because you are the only one who will protect me while knowing." Sebastian looked even more confused. "While knowing what?" Clary started crying silently. "That I am pregnant with your child."
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After her confession, in his shellshocked , but smirking state, Sebastian openly welcomed her to the apartment that she once destroyed. Instead of the room Valentine kept for her mother, Sebastian had a room made with her in mind. It was stocked with art supplies and had a great oak four poster bed with a red satiny comforter with a rose design. She sighed and flopped on it and let herself be taken by slumber.