A/N: Sorry about the long wait everyone, but I got a new computer and the file went missing. I managed to find it on my phone a few days ago, so here's the last installment for this fic! Thanks for sticking with me. :)

Also, forgive me, but I hadn't read the Codex before writing this, so I wasn't aware that Downworlders couldn't draw marks on their own skin. This kind of is an AU now, I guess.

She was waiting in the same spot in the doorway.
Waiting for both of them to return, not just one.
So when she saw Valentine walking back towards her from the edge of the trees, she knew something very wrong had happened.
"Valentine?" she called, her voice hesitant and filled with more than a little fear.
He didn't answer until he was up on the porch. He stopped a few feet away, giving her a look that was both wary and sad at the same time.
"What happened?" she spoke softly, but her tone was dangerous.
"Lucian… He… Jocelyn, there's no easy way to say this, but he killed himself. He told me he couldn't live like this, he didn't want to hurt you, and so he ended it. I tried to stop him, but he wouldn't listen-"
The rest of his words faded into a strange buzzing noise that took over her hearing.
He had to be lying. Luke was just here, he had been standing right there, alive, looking so confused and tired and like he just wanted someone to comfort him. She'd tried, she'd wanted to, but Valentine wouldn't let her, he took Luke away from her. He had to be coming back, he'd walk out from the woods any second now, because Lucian would not kill himself, he wouldn't do it, he couldn't have done it. She'd go crazy without him, without her best friend, the boy she could rely on most in the world. He wouldn't leave her, because if there was one sure way to hurt her it would be if he was dead, and Luke always said he'd never, ever do anything to cause her pain.
And this pain, right now, was the worst feeling of all. She didn't think he could do anything worse than this.
Someone was making a loud keening noise that was distracting; she was trying to figure this out goddamn it, couldn't they let her figure out what the hell was happening? Her best friend was gone, and she couldn't have a moments peace to come to terms with that?
Then she realized she was the one making the noise and shut her mouth, holding her sobs in.
Valentine was holding her closely to him, cradling her gently against his chest. She wanted to hate him in that moment, because this was his fault, for leaving Luke behind, for taking him from her when all he wanted was someone to tell him it was going to be okay, but she couldn't. For some reason, she could do nothing except pull him against her and try to steady her breathing in the soothing scent of his jacket.

He hurried up the stairs to his bedroom, throwing everything into his shadowhunter duffel. His stele was on the end table, and he snatched that up as well, tossing it in with everything else, more out of habit than anything.
Lucian made his way to the bathroom, slipping out of his ruined clothes before he tried to clean some of the blood and dirt off his body as best he could. It was then he realized that all of his marks were gone.
Panic blossomed in his chest as he checked his arms, legs and even back in the mirror. This couldn't be happening… they couldn't have disappeared… not all of them…
His breath rushed in and out of his lungs faster and faster as he realized that even his heartbreak rune was missing. That too had been wiped from his now unblemished skin.
He tried not to freak out, tried to keep it together, but he couldn't help it. Nobody warned him, there were no stories… he'd known that werewolves, vampires and warlocks couldn't support marks on their bodies but he didn't realize… he didn't think…
Pulling his stele from his bag, he slide down the wall in the corner until he could let his legs stretch out in front of him. He rolled up his sleeve, baring his forearm. There was a moment of hesitation as he considered the consequences, but the longer he waited, the more Jocelyn's terrified face (terrified of him) broke into his thoughts.
The crystal was cool to the touch as he pressed it downwards. It flared blue, a familiar sight to him, and he relaxed.
No more than a split second later, it felt as if fire was spreading through his veins, burning him alive. He dropped the stele before he'd even begun to draw, staring at it as if it were crafted from the power of a demon instead of the angels.
He knew he shouldn't try again, he knew the outcome wouldn't be any different, but there was some small part of him that longed for the way things were. One more time, it whispered, it might work; you've got to do it. Do it for her.
He reached for the stele, settling back against the wall with a deep breath.
The pain came quicker the second attempt, and he sucked in a hissing breath as he just barely managed to hang onto the tool.
What was he supposed to do? He couldn't live without the rune. How was he supposed to force himself to stay away from her if he didn't have it to blunt the ache?
She didn't love him, and she never would. Valentine had taken her from him, in every single way. The bastard had known what he'd done, he'd… he'd set Luke up. He'd set him up. Why hadn't he realized that before this moment?
He let his head slump forward to rest in his hands. Long fingers twisted in his curly hair, pulling it mercilessly. Physical pain, any pain, was better than the beast that surged inside him.
In a blur of motion that startled him, he slammed the stele onto his thigh, holding it there for as long as he could bear, desperately trying to draw the design of the mark through the haze that passed over his mind.
He wasn't even halfway through the motions before he couldn't breath, couldn't move. It felt like he was separating from his body, watching something or someone else control the movements of his hand.
Rage overtook him, because he knew what was happening, he knew it meant he had to stop. He would not become a Forsaken, he wouldn't do that to himself.
He hurled his stele against the wall opposite him. It shattered, clinking to the ground in a shower of shards.
There was quiet for a long time after that.
The only noise that echoed in the small space was the sound of his breathing, and there was nothing he wanted more in that moment than to hear it silenced.
As he sat frozen, a cold determination snuck into his mind, and he welcomed it, stifling every and all emotion. It didn't matter that he was angry, it didn't matter that was sad. He had a job to do.
He stood, leaving his bag, the broken stele, everything he had that had made him a shadowhunter. His house was in the distance behind him almost instantaneously as he ran faster than he knew he could.
Shifting came easy to him then, and he raced forward, sometimes man, sometimes wolf.
If only Valentine and Jocelyn could see him now. They'd be disgusted with him.
And in that moment, he didn't really care.

It wasn't until after he won the allegiance of the pack, after Jocelyn had found him again for the first time that he realized how much he had missed her.
As he watched her leave, he knew now that things were different between them. They'd both gone through the pain of losing each other, and yet, trust still remained.
He wanted to say something to her, about how glad he was to see her, but the words wouldn't come.
He'd learned to live with his emotions, without even noticing.
And no matter how much of a relief it was to see her, to feel her warmth in his arms again, he wasn't about to upset the new found balance within himself by being anything other than she needed.
A friend. Just… a friend.
He'd be happy with that, forever even, if it meant that he could keep seeing her.
If it meant she wouldn't judge him for being what he was now.
If life could just move forward, and he could stop being the pack leader that used to be a shadowhunter.
So when he got a chance to follow Jocelyn to America, he didn't give it a second thought.

A/N: So that's it! Hope you enjoyed my fanfiction! I've got a couple more ideas that I'm thinking of posting for TMI (centric around Luke, of course), so keep an eye out for those. Any comments and reviews are appreciated!