Morning Star (Being rewritten)

Chapter 6

On the third night of Jonathan being Amelia's new "neighbor", as the Lightwoods liked to put it, she woke up to a scream and the sounds of crying. The clock beside her bed that she had brought from London read 3 a.m. She quickly got out of bed.

She walked towards the crying, which she could soon tell it was coming from Jonathan's room. She knocked on the door twice with no answer. She slowly opened the door to see him in a mess of blankets and pillows everywhere, his face in his hands, sobbing.

Amelia sped over, sitting on the bed, and wrapped her arms around him. She felt him tense a bit when he noticed she was there.

"Hey, its okay. Its okay." She repeated softly until he calmed down.

When he finally stopped crying, she let go of him and he looked at her with teary eyes.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. Its just that every night when I close my eyes I see all of those horrible things I did. I just can't get them out of my head." He said as tears rolled down his cheeks.

"They're just dreams now. You would never do something like that again." She tried.

"But I did do them, and I want to forget and put it all behind me, but I can't."

"It will take time. A lot of time. They may never go away," She said honestly. "But you can't let it get the best of you. I've already told you that that isn't you anymore. That was Sebastian. You are Jonathan."

After a moment, he said, "Thank you. You should go back to bed."

She looked at him doubtfully.

"I'll be okay," He reassured.

Amelia nodded and looked at him for a moment, before going back to her own room.

The next morning, Amelia was out of bed earlier than everyone else. To be honest, she never even went back to sleep. She was worried about Jonathan, she really wanted to help him, but she didn't know how.

She decided she was going to make breakfast for everyone, because no one could stand any more of Isabelle's cooking, and she was tired of eating American Poptarts every morning.

She was nearly done making the last pancake when the Lightwoods, besides Alec, and Clary walked in.

"Woah, what smells amazing?" She heard Clary say before putting the pancake on the plate and turning to face them.

"I made breakfast for everyone." Amelia smiled.

"I think I'm starting to like you," Jace said before grabbing his own plate and stacking pancakes on them.

Once everyone else had their plates, Amelia got some pancakes for herself and sat with them.

"Mmmm, these are so good. Isabelle, take notes." Jace said through a mouth full.

"Hey!" She yelled.

"Jace, don't be mean," Clary said, but she couldn't help but smile, too.

"So where's Alec?" Amelia asked.

"He stayed over at Magnus's place," Isabelle said.

"He's there nearly every night. Why doesn't he just live there?" Amelia asked.

"That is a question I have been asking him for a while now." Jace said.

"And where is Jonathan?" Clary asked.

"He's probably sleeping in," Amelia said. "He was up pretty late last night."

"Yeah, I'm sure we all heard it." Isabelle said.

"I feel so bad for him," Clary said.

"I'm sure he'll get better soon. It just takes time," Amelia reassured her.

When they finished their breakfast, Isabelle stood and said, "We are going to train for a while. Do you want to come with us?" She asked Amelia.

"No, thanks. I need to clean this up." Amelia said.

"Maybe we can stay and help," Clary suggested.

"No, its fine. You guys go train."

Clary nodded and followed Isabelle out of the kitchen.

"Thanks for the breakfast," Jace said before leaving. She truly thought Jace was finally starting to warm up to her.

A few minutes after they left, Amelia was cleaning the sticky plates of syrup when she heard Jonathan walk in.

"I'm guessing I missed breakfast?" He asked.

"Yeah, but I saved you a plate before Jace could eat it all." She smiled, handing him a plate with a few pancakes.

"Thank you," he said before eating his pancakes. "These are really good. Did you make these?"

"Yes, I did. I think that's how to win Jace's heart, too," She said.

"Last I checked, that was rare," He chuckled. "I thought you lived in the London Institute."

"I did. Why?" She asked.

"I thought you had like a hundred year old cook there that did everything," He said.

"We do, her name is Bridget, and we just can't seem to get her to retire. But I did learn to make some things for when I finally left."

"You weren't planning on staying there, like the Lightwoods?" He asked a bit curiously.

"No, I wanted to see the world. I couldn't take Bridget with me to do that."

He smiled a bit. "I did get to see the world. I wish it had been under different circumstances."

"Well maybe we can go together some day, when I am no longer head of the Institute, and when there is not a price on your head in a lot of places." She said.

"That sounds great." He said.

Amelia thought about that conversation a few times in the next several days. Could she really leave this place, now that she was finally starting to think of it as home, no matter how much she had wanted to travel in the past? But the real thing she thought about was if Jonathan could really go anywhere in the future without someone trying to kill him. If not a Shadowhunter, then a Downworlder who lost family or friends because of him, or the Seelie, who he was now a traitor of.