The Aftermath Chronicles: A TMI FanFic

Epilogue

Jace sat on the spot that had once been the site of Alexander Lightwood's funeral pyre, staring out over the countryside.

He sighed, serenely.

This had been his spot, once a week, for the past year, usually at sunset but this time the sun was rising in the east.

"Good morning," Jace said. "Today's the day. This last week has been an actual hell. Did you know that Simon doesn't know how to tie a tie? I thought that was something everyone knew how to do. I've also realize that I don't have many male friends. Clary thinks I should try and warm up to Charlie."

"I'm not unkind, ya know? But it's awkward. You understand," Jace said. "Otherwise, I think I'm ready. I have to be back at the manor in an hour or so. Jocelyn almost didn't let me leave. She was afraid I'd get all muddy. It did rain last night."

Jace sighed.

"Have I seriously resorted to talking about the weather?"

The wind picked up in response.

"Tessa and Jem Carstairs are coming tonight," Jace said, fiddling with the new-ish ring on his finger. So much commitment in one piece of metal. But Clary had insisted. "I want to see them."

"I think Jem will help," Jace said. "I'm still not okay, Alec. There's still a hole inside me and I haven't forgotten you. Nor will I ever, but I think you'd want me to move on. I'd want you to. I'd want you to go on a grand adventure with Magnus and get banned from Russia or something."

The sun was getting brighter and losing it's pretty myriad of colors.

"I should go," Jace said. "Jocelyn will kill me if I'm not on her schedule."

Jace wandered over to the tree where his new horse, Lightbearer, was tied up. He mounted the silvery mare.

"Hail and farewell, brother," Jace whispered to the wind.

.........

"Where is that boy?" Jocelyn snapped, pacing anxiously.

Clary was draped lazily over a settee.

There was a knock at the door to the master bedroom.

"Come in," Clary called. Simon entered. Clary jumped up, running to hug him.

"Don't rip your dress," Simon laughed as he picked her up easily. He set her back down seconds later. Jocelyn slipped out of the room, giving them privacy.

She looked him over. He was in a fine black suit and his hair was slicked back. He even seemed to be growing a little bit of a hipster beard, but it looked good.

"Don't you look dapper," Clary teased. He undid the top three buttons of his dress shirt. The grey T-shirt underneath read "screw your 'lab safety,' I want superpowers."

Clary smiled.

"All dressed up and nowhere to go," he said. "You look nice."

Isabelle entered from the bathroom, screeching when she saw him.

"Get out!" she shouted. "You can't see her in the dress."

"Actually, I believe that's the groom--"

Isabelle had a deadly look in her eyes. Simon backed out of the room, giving Clary a reassuring wink as he left.

"Those boys are awful," Isabelle said, slamming the door shut.

"Gah," Clary sighed, collapsing back down on the couch. "Is it noon yet?"

"Why? Anxious for something?" Isabelle laughed.

Clary didn't respond. She was nervous for some reason. She had no reason to be.