When Life Chooses for You

Chapter Six:

The wisp had vanished and all was left was stone debris, but they soon vanished. Clary sat on the floor wincing. She looked up. Isabelle, Jace and Alec were staring out into space dreamy eyed. They snapped out and ran to Clary. Isabelle pulled out her stele.

“What happened?” she asked. Clary’s eyes rolled back.

“I threw the stones and you guys vanished, it was a private talk.” she weakly moaned and was laid down.

“What did the Queen say?” Jace asked kneeling on Clary’s other side. She smiled. It was their first conversation since that night. He smiled back.

‘Not much, she just wanted the book to herself.” Clary said as Isabelle drew the iratze rune.

“Did she get it?” Alec looked afraid. Clary shook her head pointing to the sofa it rested on. “Oh…” Isabelle sat up.

“Well then what’s she really say?” Clary poured out the whole story including when the queen left spraying out that bright red stuff. Isabelle looked dreamy.

“That bright red gas was faerie poisoning, it paralyzes shadowhunters. Lucky Isabelle had a stele.” Alec said, looking at Isabelle twirling her stele.

“As I always.” she said brightly. She looked over CLary and at the clock 5: 15 it read. She jumped.

“Oh I forgot.” Isabelle exclaimed running off. Clary felt that pain in her stomach the pain rushing up. She grabbed her stomach. Jace snapped up.

“Clary are you ok?” Clary shook her head.

“No…” she whimpered running off to the nearest bathroom. She plunged her head into the toilet vomiting. She heard the door open.

“Clary are you ok?” She knew that voice anywhere. Jace. He grabbed her hair and pulled it back as she vomited as storm. She flushed and sat on the floor.

“Thanks.” Jace smiled in reply.

“You would think the rune would have healed you by now.”

“I don’t think it’s the rune.” she stood up and washed her face off. Jace wrapped his arms around her.

“I know what I want.” he said his sweet breath blowing on her neck. She moaned.

“I don’t want sex. I’m hungry.” She shrugged him off and walked out to the kitchen. Inside the fridge she grabbed a bowl of ice cream and dill pickles. Jace held up and eyebrow.

“Pickles and ice cream, really.” Clary looked up after biting into a pickle.

“Yeah, could you get me some coffee.” she ate the Ice cream while biting into the pickles. She belched loudly, but ate. She finished the whole ice cream and six whole jumbo pickles. Jace looked down on her.

“Clary what is up with you?” Clary shrugged.

“I don’t know I just get hungry.” she yawned. "I' m going to sleep now” she whined standing up and going to the room.

“Clary, are you pregnant?” the question shook her like a earthquake. She turned.

“Why you want me to be?” Jace hesitated.

“I-I-I-I-I-” Clary laughed.

“No I’m not.” she walked off. Jace beads of sweat cleared out.

Isabelle pulled on a bright yellow swing dress-they call it-, she pulled her hair to a messy bun and pulled on a pair of high heeled boots. She walked out the Institute and waited by the curb. A large blue van pulled in front of her. The door swung open showing a dressed Simon. She laughed and climbed in. Simon sped down the road.