City Of Bones

Chapter 16

A cloud of white smoke floated across Clary's vision and suddenly, she was sitting on a swing in a clean serene park. She wasn't really swinging, just sitting there comfortably staring at the trees that were rustling in the wind before her.

The weather was magnificent, humid with a cool breeze. The sky was a clear blue and all Clary could hear was the soft movement of leaves as the cool breeze wafted through the park. It felt as great as the day looked, everything was going just as Clary wanted it too. Her mother was back home, Valentine was gone, Luke was reunited with Clary and Jocelyn and Simon and Clary had plans to go to the movies later in the day. It was all perfect.

Until she woke up.

"Have a good dream?" A voice spoke sweetly from above Clary's face as she slowly opened her eyes. Light pierced her retinas as her eyelid cracked open to view the person before her. Pain consumed her head and she wished she could go back to the perfect dream she had moments ago, but she knew it was too late. She was prepared for the sudden ache in her head but what she wasn't prepared for was the face of the high warlock of Brooklyn leaning over her.

"Magnus?" She croaked hoarsely as she attempted to sit up. Magnus snapped his fingers; the sound was loud against the quiet room, and with that simple click Clary fell back against the soft white bed.

"Welcome to reality darling," he grinned and handed her a glass of some sort of substance from the bedside table. "Drink this up and you'll feel better, but try not to move a lot." Clary obeyed and sipped the drink. It tasted like water mixed with sugar with a bit of strawberry flavor added to it.

"Gave them all quite a scare did you?" Magnus laughed and took the drink from her, placing it on the table. "One of those shadowhunters, the blonde one, kept on checking on you. Barely ever left your side. Is he your boyfriend?" Clary felt blush creep up her face as she understood what he was saying. Jace had stayed with her when she was unconsciousness, waiting for her to wake up. That means nothing Clary, she snapped at herself. Stop getting your hopes up.

"No he's not," Clary replied firmly, feeling relieved as the pain in her mind started to decrease.

"Do you like him?" He asked playfully, clearly amused.

"No," she responded quickly and immediately regretted it. Magnus's smile grew at her hasty response.

"Ah denial, the first sign of love," he chuckled and Clary rolled her eyes.

"What happened?" Clary asked, rubbing her head as she thought of the pain she had felt. She couldn't remember any of the events that had occurred recently and why she was in this pain in the infirmary.

"That's exactly what we want to know," a voice said from the doorway. Clary's head snapped to the side to see Jace leaning against the door.

He was wearing a plain t-shirt that clung tightly to his muscles and jeans that fight him perfectly. Blush crept upon her face once more as she wondered if he had heard what Magnus and her were talking about.

"One touch in your mind by Brother Jeremiah and it all went downhill from there." He unhinged himself from the doorframe and entered the room to sit in the chair beside Clary. She examined him closely and finally came to the conclusion that he hadn't heard considering the fact that he wasn't looking amused and cocky.

"What do you mean?" Clary asked Jace confused. He was about to answer when suddenly, something clicked in her mind.

Falling through a portal. Seeing Pangborn, Blackwell and Marshall interrogate Luke. Returning to the Institute. Meeting Brother Jeremiah. Getting her memories look through then a big flash of darkness. Everything came back to her in a rush causing the pain to return. She clutched her head as her memories flew through her mind and when they stopped so did the pain. Jace looked at her with concern, as did Magnus, but Clary shook it off before speaking to Magnus.