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Jace POV:

Blue and yellow; the colour of the water climbing up and down the sand.

Black and white; the colour of the sky and the stars against it.

Black and red; the colour of the hair on two kids that were sitting on the beach.

And then just red was all as I could see as I realized that was my red and my red alone. Quickly sketching a rune of silence onto my forearm, I ran down to where Clary and another boy were sitting. My surroundings were all but a blur as my feet pounded below me, speeding up two fold the second the boy planted a kiss on her head.

Trying my best not to bellow out a war cry, I picked up a large piece of driftwood on the sand near me. Weighing it in my hand, it passed my inspection and I slunk down further towards the two.

I raised the wood and looked down at the boy. His eyes seemed to be drooping, sleep weighing them down. I thought that if I just sang him a lullaby, he would have passed out. Unfortunately, Jace Lightwood did not sing. I also happened to noticed that his arm was around Clary. That reminded me of what I was supposed to be doing.

"Bastard,"

Raising the wood I smacked the boy in the side of the head. Other than the thud of the connection, no other sound was made.

No scream.

No splintering of wood.

Holding it up, I looked at the driftwood still holding together in my hand. "Thanks." I tossed it down and pushed the now slightly bleeding boy away from my girl and scooped her up in my arms. Her head fell into the side of my neck, and I could feel her soft breathing across his collarbone. Success! I looked at the black (and now partially red) haired boy lying on the sand. To kick or not to kick, that is the question…

In the end, I ran off in the direction I came from. No kick. Ok, maybe a small kick, but it didn't really do any damage. The kid was now just lying at the edge of the waves. Realizing I would have to go into the clear for a while to get back to where I came in from, I stood and gathered my courage. I didn't know if my rune of silence was going to be enough, or if I should put Clary down and-

Realizing I would not be putting my Clary down, and I took a deep breath to gather my wits. Stepping out from my shelter in the tree's, I peered around. Nothing happened.

Another step.

Another check.

Jace began running now across the expanse. I was nearing the large tree, only a couple hundred meters and then I was-

"STOP!"

I kept running.

"I SAID STOP!"

I now stopped because there was a sword at my neck. I looked down the sword and saw a blond, curly haired girl. She reminded me of Isabelle; lithe, lean muscles that were barely visible but there nonetheless, and gorgeous. A typical Californian girl, had it not been for the eyes. Stormy grey eyes that were looking for blood, and I was afraid that they were going to take Clary's.

"What are you doing?" Ms Blond American Gladiator (what, Clary got him into crap telly…) pressed the blade harder until it cut a bit every time I breathed.

"None of your god damn business." Apparently that was the wrong answer, because within one second and the next, she had spun and brought herself as close as she could (after all, Clary was still between us), her sword at the back of his neck and a dagger by my adam's apple. "Let me ask you again: What. Are. You. Doing?"

I didn't feel like answering, so I decided to stomp on her foot. Hard. She let her arms drop for a second and that was my que to continue running. I was approaching the tree when I saw motion on my right and left at the same time. Not having the time to look at what it was, I didn't realize they were running parallel to him until he stopped. I had a pretty good reason to stop though; now a blond haired boy was holding a loaded bow at his face. What is it with dangerous blondes?

"I would suggest you answer Annabeth's question: What are you doing here?" Looking around, I realized I was surrounded: the blond haired bow child to the front, two other bow children to his left and right, and to bring up the rear was the blond girl.

"Well, you guys kind of kidnapped someone important to me, so I'm bringing her back." I tried his best to make my voice as cold, menacing and sarcastic as possible. As expected, this ticked off the blond girl. The talking was also getting Clary to start stirring. Her hands grasped at my shirt lightly, as if trying to hold onto it. She let out small murmurs that tickled my neck, so it was getting pretty hard to maintain my perfect façade of annoyance and cold anger.

"Follow me and we wont hurt you." Deciding to comply for the sake of Clary's health, I let myself be escorted to the large white house he spotted on his way to the beach.

Once inside, Annabeth had the three archers stay guard as she went to go get someone. I stood standing by the wall and looked down at Clary. She was sleeping peacefully again, with a small bit of my shirt in her palm. I wanted to brush some of her hair that was on her face but it would make me look soft.

Annabeth came down moments later with an old man in a wheelchair following behind. He had a blanket draped around his middle and over his legs as if the weather was chilly. His face held a soft smile, as if greeting new kids in the middle of the night was something he looked forward to. Either that, or he's just pleased to see an angel like me after waking up.

I realized I must have been smirking at my own comment (it was a good one though, so I don't blame myself) because blonde beauty gave me a glare worse than Maryse when I bring muddy gear into the Institute. I rid my face of any emotions and stared back at the wheelchair man.

"Annabeth says you were trying to take Clary out of the camp. I presume you're someone dear to her?" My eyes simply widened at his words. He wasn't pissed? I was totally ready for any form of pissed. I really was. Understanding and calm and kind were emotions I thought were going to pop up. The old man chuckled at my expression, making me wary. Was he going to have another horde of weird blonde, weapon obsessed teens grab Clary away? Knock me out? Trick me into playing Twister so that I am explored in ways I was sexually unprepared for?

"Annabeth, I bet he could have been a brother of yours." Wheelchair man cocked his head ever so slightly to the side, as if he were examining me. Now, I know I get checked out a lot but the way his eyes scanned me felt unnerving. It was as if he was wondering what sort of fate lay before me, as if he had looked at kids that way before. As if he knew I was not quite human.

"What? What do you mean could have? Why isn't it a possibility?" Ms Questions-a-lot glared at me once again, as if I was the cause of his words. "Chiron, tell me."

Wheelchair man (…Chiron…) ignored her question, and continued studying me. "I'm sorry if you've gotten the impression of the kind of place this is. How about we head on over to the porch and grab a little something to drink? We can speak outside."

"What do you want from me?" I didn't realize I had asked the question until I saw the question register on the people around me. Some were glaring at me (like that hadn't happened enough already), some kept a straight face and Chiron smiled at me.

"My dear boy, I want to only talk. I have a few questions for you, if you wouldn't mind answering them. That is all." And with that he wheeled himself into another room, leaving me to follow. I couldn't tell exactly why but I felt I should go along with whatever was happening, at least for the moment.

A few moments later, I was seated at a round white table with a glass of lemonade and Clary still snugly in my arms. I had to readjust her in order to sit but I didn't mind. What I did mind was Annabeth sitting across from me, staring right at me while sipping from her own drink. Her gaze had shifted from outright hostile to outright hostile and curious. I guess a refreshing drink can do that to people.

"So, why don't we start off with you telling me your name and why in hades name you're trying to kidnap Clary." Annabeth spoke in a hushed, edged voice but it didn't escape Chiron, who just wheeled himself to a stop at a seat near her.

"Now Annabeth, manners. But it would be good for us to learn your name."

"Joseph."

"Alright, Joseph. Do you think you could share with us what you were doing tonight?"

Neither of them suspected that I was lying, which was more than I was hoping for in that moment. I thought I might as well go full out if I was going to feed them false information.

"Well-"

And that's when I heard a pre-pubescent voice yelling something that I couldn't make out. It was getting louder, so I assumed it was someone running towards the house and I wasn't mistaken. Within the minute, I could figure out what the incomprehensible words were: "CHIRON! CHIRON, SOMEONE TOOK HER! CHIRON WE NEED TO GET A SEARCH PARTY! I'LL GO VISIT RACHEL, SEE IF SHE HAS ANYTHING! CHIROON! CHIRON-WHAT THE F-" The boy I had knocked out at the beach was staring wild eyed at me. I quickly scanned to see what kind of shape he was in and was beyond confused when I saw no evidence of the beating he took less than an hour ago. (Okay, yes, it wasn't just a kick. But come on, whose gonna blame me?)

"We can hear you loud and clear Percy, no need for any rash decisions right now. Clary is right here with us. No need to awaken all the campers."

I bolted straight up as he tried to approach me but that didn't stop him. Gesturing wildly, he shot an angered look at Chiron. "Why is she with him? Who is he? Why the heck is he getting lemonade, he should be getting his but kicked and sent to Hades!"

By now, Clary had woken up and was rubbing her eyes, still oblivious to the panicked kidnapping shit-piece-of-fuck-shit yelling in the kitchen. I hugged her protectively to my chest as if I would be able to convince the others that she just disappeared and that I could leave. No such luck: It only further angered the black haired boy.

"I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T LET GO OF HER RIGHT NOW I WILL-"

And with that Clary bolted up straight (so essentially she was sitting in my lap) and I could hear her whisper two little words.

"Oh shit…"

I AM BACK AND I REALIZED I HAVE REGAINED MY LOVE FOR BEING AUTHORY AND STUFF AND DEAR GOD IM SORRY

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