Missing Mother (The Mortal Instruments Fanfic)

Chapter Four: The infamous Alec and Magnus

Esme stared down at her palms, wondering what the future may hold for them. Will they be cut up or dry to the bone? To the others Esme thought this seemed like a wonderful adventure where they could be real shadowhunters and not just train in the boundaries of London town - but to Esme, it was a rescue mission. Her phone beeped wildly as she pulled up her phone to her ear,

"Hello Dad, how are you?" Esme asked politely, calming her voice and decreasing the tension in her throat just like Jace had taught her.

"Great - just great. Are you there safely, has Alec came to pick you up yet?" Jace asked his daughter, he was clutching onto the phone with sweaty hands. Both his children were gone, and the institute felt ever so empty.

"Tilly says he is on his way, New York is so different Dad; even more magical than London." Esme claimed, imagining visiting Broadway at a less stressful time.

"You have to visit central park; it's a nice place to do yoga. Oh, and don't forget to visit Grandma and Grandpa while you're around. They should be living at the library." Jace mentioned, jotting down some runes that Clary had taught him after they'd got married. Esme remembered her Jace telling her the story of how they had just had their biggest argument yet,

"Jace, you cannot be serious. I am not moving to London, ever. My home is here, with Luke and Mom." Clary had yelled, pouting in her usual angry way.

"Baby, please just listen to me. We need a fresh start; it would only be for a couple of months." Jace begged, grabbing onto her hand and pulling her towards him. Their bodies intertwined and became one, just as they usually did when they embraced. "Think about it, visiting the London institute - seeing big ben - wondering around the maze that is England." Jace gently stroked Clary's face, smiling gently down at her. Jace had a way with words that Clary could never understand, he was able to convince a man to buy his own briefcase. He was also able to convince Clary to do almost anything with good reason.

"It is my birthday soon; it would be nice to spend it in London." Clary thought out loud, grinning up at her boyfriend.

"Twenty years old, you're getting old my Clary." Jace joked, kissing her forehead. "There is a question I must ask of you..."

"And what may that be Jace, how many weapons can you sneak into my suitcase? The answer is only five, otherwise I couldn't fit in my own." Clary giggled, placing her hand on top of his own which lay on her chiselled expression. Jace's face fell into a stern serious look as he let go of his beloved. They were in Jace's room at the institute, it was now quite a plain room with mostly black furniture and 'emergency' weapons hanging on the walls. Clary always though it smelt of Jace, in a pleasantly nice way. Jace took his own hand and pulled off his Herondale ring,

"In shadowhunter culture, instead of buying an engagement ring, we often give something of ours to our partner. It is often our family ring, which is if you have one. Clary, are you willing to become a Herondale?" Jace asked nervously, staring into her eyes intensely.

"Are you asking if I'll marry you, Jace?" Clary asked, smirking up at the beautiful Jace.

"Well, will you?" Jace responded, holding the Herondale ring up to her hand.

"Of course, why wouldn't I?"

Esme shook at the memory, they must have been so happy. At that moment, she was determined to bring that happiness back upon her family and reunite her parents.

"Alright Dad, I see a car that is probably Alec's. Speak soon, bye." Esme muttered, walking towards her friends and family.

"Alright love you sweetie... Wait, you mean you don't know if..." Jace began, being as overprotective as always