The Mistakes We Made

The Kitchen Talk

(A/N: This chapter is rly jumpy and bad so bear with me :/ )

Kits POV

Kit wasn't exactly sure why he was going to Los Angeles for his travel year. It had been a tennis game of arguing with Jem and Tessa. They said he should go "because it's a great environment to live in for a while" Evidently forgetting that Kit lived there for 15 years of his life. He had countered that L.A was too traumatic for him. With his biological father having been ripped to shreds by demons in front of his very eyes, Kit had lived at the L.A Institute with the Blackthorns for a while.

He had grown close to Livvy and Ty Blackthorn during his stay there until Livvy had been brutally murdered- again in front of him- and Ty had convinced Kit to help try and resurrect her. During the resurrection he had confessed to Ty his true feelings for him, I love you, Ty. I love you. And with those words still in Ty's mind, he had pushed Kit away and carried on with the spell, much to Kit's exasperation. Upon accidentally resurrecting Livvy's ghost, Ty had gone on to tell her that there was nothing without her by his side.

Kit had taken it to mean that he fell into the nothing category and had left a few days later. It had caused him so much pain to leave the people he had grown so close to but he couldn't stand being around them knowing that his feelings had just been carelessly tossed to the side and forgotten about. But the worse thing about it was he didn't even say goodbye. He had just left.

Of course, he couldn't tell Jem and Tessa any of that when he arrived in Devon. Dabbling in Dark Magic was against Shadowhunter Law and Necromancy was forbidden everywhere. Instead, he had simply told them he needed a break from California when they had invited him to live with them.

When they were persuading him to take his travel year (although 3 years late for an average Shadowhunter), they had told him that it was good to go back. "For clarification" Jem had said, ever the wise one. Not that Tessa wasn't wise. Goodness no. Both his parents were over a century old with a wealth of experience between them. But Jem had a way of convincing people when they needed to be convinced. Sometimes, like this particular occasion, it was annoying, because Kit knew he was right.

So he packed his bags while Tessa called the Los Angeles Institute to let them know he was coming.

"Are you completely ready?" Tessa said, pulling him back to the present. Kit broke free of the embrace and nodded. In the kitchen, he could hear Jem talking to someone. "Mom, who's Dad talking to? In the kitchen?" he asked.

Tessa smiled at him. "Oh yes, sorry I forgot to mention. Someone from the L.A Institute came to escort you there. You know, to make sure you get there safe!" She said brightly. Kit shrugged and made his way to the kitchen to bid his farewell to Jem.

"Dad! Hey, I just wanted to say goodb--..Oh..." he trailed off noticing the figure dressed in Shadowhunter gear. He had dark, tousled hair and extremely pale skin. But it was only when the man looked up to face Kit that he fully recognised him. The person standing before Kit had silver eyes. Not unlike Tessa's sharp metal ones, but more of a softer, more calming grey. The man in front of him was none other than Tiberius Blackthorn. Ty. Ty. Ty...

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Tiberius Blackthorn was standing in the Devon Institute's kitchen talking to the former Silent Brother, Jem Carstairs, when he heard loud stomping above him. He deduced that someone was running down the stairs in a rage. He heard shouting, following the elephant-like sounds upstairs. He heard with a jump, Kit yelling Mina's name and something about a...Drevak Demon?? The noise -thankfully, as it was like glass to his brain- stopped. The conversation became quieter. Wanting to listen in, in case it was important, Ty asked, "Jem? Hey, sorry. Have you got any glasses?" Already knowing where they were (the Institute layout was the same) he walked over to the cupboard near the door and got out a crystal-cut drinking glass. 

Almost imperceptibly, Ty edged closer to the door. "That witchlight means a lot to me..." he heard Kit say, and "You can't steal Kit's witchlight" He also caught Tessa saying. Jem moved his chair, so Ty lost most of what was said but snagged something about "Precious." Why can't Kit just replace the witchlight? They aren't expensive. Ty thought to himself. Not unless...

Ty pushed the idea from his mind roughly, not believing it even as he thought it. He turned back to Jem. "Is something happening outside?" Ty asked, smiling.

"Mina probably stole Kit's witchlight again, or something of the sort!" Jem replied chuckling. "Kit is very protective of it. It's his first witchlight, so it holds some sentimental value. Jace must have given it to him." He added.

Kit. First witchlight. Protective. Jem's words swirled in a dizzying storm inside Ty's mind. He shook his head. "No."

"Pardon?" Jem asked politely.

"No. Jace didn't give it to him." Ty cleared his throat. "I did. I gave it to him."

Ty was looking at the glass he was holding, so he didn't see Jem's face drain of colour. If he did, maybe it would have prepared him for what was to happen next.