Through The Portal(A Mortal Instruments Fanfiction)

He Is Golden Like Their Destiny, She Is Red Like Their Blood

Clary was never supposed to find out.

She was never supposed to question her mother or the strange man with the odd eyes, never supposed to ask what Luke did when he wasn't at the bookshop, never supposed to lift objects from a two dimensional space to three, never supposed to go to the clubs, never supposed to see a demon or a Shadowhunter or a warlock or a vampire or a werewolf or the fae but she's here, and she's seen it, and now her blood his spilling and she is shaking and her hair cannot be distinguished from the crimson that poors from her wounds.

She sees Simon, and Izzy, and Alec, and Magnus, and Maia, and Jordan, and they are all smiling in her mind, but she sees them, they are lying on the ground around her, someone wheezing and someone gasping and someone screaming and someone crying and somone muttering and someone cold and lifeless, but Clary cannot make out who is doing what, because they are all dying.

Her vision is blurry, and her tears fall like pure crystals, the only cleansing thing she feels.

Except.

There is another presence. She feels heat, and shifts even though it is so painful, and she sees fire. Now there is fire and blood and her hair, and she doesn't know what is what.

Jace has his blazing eyes set on her, compassion and love crashing over her in a tidal wave. He is smiling slightly, only miniscule, and she smiles back, infinitely small. A small twitch of lip up, as to say, Yes.

Jace and Clary had a plan. They were going to survive. They were going to live happily ever after; marry, have children, teach them to fight, and die next to their friends in battle. Only one accomplishment was achieved in this set of dreams and desires. But it was supposed to wait its turn, to go last.

But I guess that's just it, Clary thinks. You only get one wish granted; the one that is laced with your destiny.

Jace could read her then, This is our destiny.

He knew that. He knew he was going to die young, always had, always wanted to, but then he had met Clary and it wasn't fair. All he ever wanted was love, and love did he get, but first, first, Jace, you must achieve your destiny. Then you can look ahead.

That's what he was always taught. And now he had dragged Clary into this.

Clary could read him then, I'm so sorry.

She shook her head, This is our destiny.

Her eyes sparkle, like spring grass in the morning, and his blaze, like a bonfire on a hot summer night.

Jace thought of Sebastian, Jonathan. He thought of the brother Clary could've had. He thought of the way she looked when she had seen him for his true self, for Jonathan, and he smiled at the thought that soon, Raziel, soon we will all be together, and there will be no more pain, no more competition, no more heartbreak or loss or misery or regret, no more, no more, no more, no more...

Jace blazed up in heated glory, and made sure he carried everyone around him with him to that beautiful, star filled sky of angels above them.