The Broken Generation

Friends

She closed her eyes when she felt herself falling, bracing for the impact that never came. Before she could hit the ground two strong arms wrapped around her waist, catching her.

'Please don't be who I think you are,' she whispered under her breath, sticking her arms out before feeling around blindly. Yep, that's a face for sure, she thought, shoulders, neck it all checked out. It was definitely a person. But it was not before she felt the soft curls wrapped around her fingers, that she knew, she seriously fucked up.

'Are you done with touching my face?' she heard the boy say as he steadied her on the ground, letting go of her. She scolded herself at the thought of missing his embrace. Fuck being touch starved.

'Hey,' she dragged out. 'Fancy seeing you here,' added Vic with an awkward chuckle and finger guns aimed at the blue eyed boy giving her a disapproving look.

'Get to the weaponry,' said Theo.

'Well aren't you bossy today mister? Someone might think you got yourself a mind of your own,' she said teasingly, hoping he won't notice her recent break-down. Of course he won't, no one ever does.

'Okay I give up,' he said while grabbing her arm and starting to drag her to the weaponry.

'Oh, come on Theodore do we really have to do this?' Vic asked while trying to keep up with the boy. Not that she was short, no she was very tall, almost as tall as her brother but Theo still had a good five inches on her.

'Well I would not have to drag you there if you managed to come on time. What were you doing anyway?' he asked, losing his grip on the girl.

'I was taking a shower if you must know.'

'For an hour?' he asked, looking at her full of disbelief as if he knew she was hiding something.

She knew he was asking just because her father asked him to keep an eye on her, she wasn't stupid. She refused to get her hopes up. Why should he even care about her. He was her brother's friend, not hers.

'Okay, you got me,' she said while pretending defeat. 'I started re-watching the fourth season of Sherlock and completely lost track of time. You got me Mr. Holmes. You are such a brilliant detective,' she continued, putting on a mask of snark and sarcasm.

He gave her a look, assessing her. Something in his eyes told her that he did not believe her but that he let it go. Still she noticed that he seemed to move a bit closer to her, reaching out as if to take her hand but stopping himself.

'If I am Holmes what does that make you? Watson?' he asked the girl teasingly.

'No, I am more of a Moriarty, you know? Brilliant, manipulative genius. Oh, maybe I can even be Eurus!' the girl called excitedly gaining looks from the shadowhunters scattered in the halls of the Institute.

'And always humble, I believe,' he laughed, opening the door to weaponry, allowing Vic to step through first, closing the door after them.

'By the Angel don't tell me we need to clean all of this. I mean I know we have a lot of weapons but that many?' the girl exclaimed looking at the huge heap of weapons that lay before them.

'Well it would go faster if you helped,' said Alex from somewhere behind the weapons, annoyed.

'Sorry, I was dealing with something,' Vic replied while hurrying to help her friend. 'I will explain later,' she whispered to her, nodding slightly at the boy.

'You okay?' her friend asked, her gaze darting to the girl's arm.

'Yeah, it's fine now,' the blonde answered.