A lying shadowhunter and a big bad ball of goo

...stupid...

Hi hi!

Here is the fourth part – I just finished writing the story this weekend and the final part should be up in the couple of days.

Once again, thank you all for your support and comments – you always make my day, and lift my spirits. So, I'll continue on with the story... and you keep on giving me feedback ;)

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Always yours,

Moony

"Front and centre, Jace."

Alec finally let him go at the door leading to an office. Jace rubbed his wrists and turned his shoulders to relieve the soreness. Then, at the slight push from Alec, he walked to the intended position.

He already knew what to do on instinct.

Legs spread at the shoulders' width, arms behind his back. Head high and eyes up front, staring at the exact one spot on the wall he's been staring at for years. And, of course, mouth shut, except when asked a direct question.

Alec turned his back on him and searched for something on the upper shelves before sitting in a chair on the opposite side of desk.

"Alright." he sighed, opening a small notebook he took on a first blank page.

"Let's see what we're dealing with first, huh?"

Jace knew better than to let himself be caught staring at a notebook, averting his eyes just in time for Alec not to catch him.

"Tell me what happened, starting from the moment you got an oh-so-bright idea to take on those demons alone."

Jace just started opening his mouth to tell him how he, in fact, had backup and that was what brought him into this mess in the first place, when Alec cleared his throat.

Jace breathed out through his nose, face curling into a sneer. He recognized a warning when he heard one.

"It started when I heard you talking about the mission. Actually, no, wait, it started when I heard you were going on it without me..."

He talked and talked, not daring to leave out a smallest of the details, and Alec listened without interrupting. He occasionally nodded or frowned, asked a question or two, and Jace continued talking until his back started hurting from how stiff he was standing.

"...and then, well, you walked into the room... so you know what happened next."

"Hm." Alec hummed thoughtfully. "I see..."

He spent another minute writing something down in a notebook. Soon after, he finally cracked his neck and let go of the pen. Then he cracked his knuckles, one by one. Then all of them, at once. Then one wrist, and the other.

Jace shifted his weight. Alec cracked his back.

"Jace..."

Jace stilled.

"Now..." Alec finally looked at him.

"What are we gonna do with you?"

Unfortunately, Jace knew this wasn't a rhetorical question.

Deciding taking initiative might serve to get him some extra brownie points, he cleared his throat and hoped for the best.

"You... you mentioned something... back in the room?" he mumbled, not really going in detail. Alec hummed. He moved his hand from chin to his mouth, attempting to cover up a smirk.