fic: the adventures of jace the cat (1/?) pg
Title: The Adventure of Jace the Cat (1/?)
Author: thiswholeflight
Rating: PG
Word Count: 700 words
Character/Pairing: Jace Wayland AS A CAT.
Fandom: The Mortal Instruments
Spoilers/Warnings: Crackity crack crack. Post--City of Bones
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with Cassandra Clare or The Mortal Instruments. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Note: I was definitely on crack to write this. And it IS, without a doubt, Ginni's fault. Even if she claims otherwise. We were watching Hocus Pocus. HER IDEA ENTIRELY. I have no idea if I'll even continue it. I am sorry. I am just honestly SO SORRY.
Alec recoiled as the cat swiped at his hand. He'd never seen it before and wasn't exactly sure how it had come to be in the institute, but he assumed that it was possibly Clary's doing. He scowled, briefly, sparing a glance at the pure white kitten.
"Just like her, bringing in all sorts of mongrels," he muttered.
His words earned him another swipe and he glared, wiping at the small beads of blood that rose on the back of his hand.
First it was that mundane Simon, now it was a freaking cat. He was sure he had heard her once talk about saving some sort of nearly extinct animal before, but he hadn't paid much attention. This one was a fighter. Smaller than Church and bigger than the Chairman, but sturdy. Church didn't care much as long as he wasn't playing tricks on you and Chairman Meow simply wasn't around the institute.
"Amscray," Alec told the cat, motioning to his open door. Pressing his lips together, he waited.
Sighing to himself, he went back to the book in his hand. Books were some of the few mundane things he partook in and The Iliad was one of his favourites. It was really Max's doing that he read more mundane literature now. His little brother had begged him to read him the entire Harry Potter series and he found himself taken into these imaginary worlds. He wanted more. Of course, his preferences were a little different than Max's.
The kitten didn't move. In fact, it stared at him with a rather incredulous look for a cat. That was unnerving; his lips formed a firm white line. Pouncing gracefully, it landed flat, half on his precious book and half on his chest.
By the fucking Angel, what in God's name was wrong with this beast?
Just as Alec hissed and shoved the cat from his chest, the cat flopping near his crutches at the wayside, Clary came to a skidding, ungraceful halt in his doorway.
"Thank God," she breathed a sigh of relief, scooping up the cat into her arms. "I had no idea where you were," she chastised the cat, taking it from the middle of the room. "Do you know how worried I've been? Never, never NEVER, do that again."
Alec heard a faint sound from the cat in reply and he stared at the two of them. Raising an eyebrow, he said one thing to her. "Keep it out of my room."
A small, almost amused smile played at her lips, but Clary didn't say another word. "Of course," she replied seriously, moving to leave. She paused at the entry way. "You haven't seen Magnus today, have you?" She questioned.
Alec, evasively, shrugged. Clary's face fell and she left.
"You have to turn him back," Clary told him, hugging Jace the Cat to her chest tightly. "Magnus, he saw me undressing."
"It must have been quite the thrill for him," the warlock replied, bored already. "Just as, I'm sure, he has now pressed up against your bosom." Her eyes widened brightly, looking down at the cat comfortably resting against her chest and she nearly dropped Jace.
"Please," Magnus continued. "Your little rat friend had the VIP tour last time." He received an angry hiss in response and his white sharp teeth glistened as he grinned in amusement.
"Turn. him. back." Clary said evenly, an angry, headstrong glint in her eye.
Lifting himself gracefully from his purple suede chesterfield, the warlock didn't even take the time to consider the request.
"No," Magnus said simply. "Your boyfriend-- brother, which ever he is this week, has unfinished business. He'll turn back when he's good and ready. All on his own. Perhaps, next time, before he brags about his cat-like reflexes, he'll think twice. Now, it's been lovely seeing you, Clarissa, but I have other far more important things to contend myself with; your complicated love life and what Jace sees or not, is the least of my concerns."
With that, he led Clary out the door and closed the door in her face. She glanced down at Jace and sighed. "We'll figure something out," she told him stubbornly.
For a moment, she swore she heard him sigh.
Author: thiswholeflight
Rating: PG
Word Count: 700 words
Character/Pairing: Jace Wayland AS A CAT.
Fandom: The Mortal Instruments
Spoilers/Warnings: Crackity crack crack. Post--City of Bones
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with Cassandra Clare or The Mortal Instruments. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Note: I was definitely on crack to write this. And it IS, without a doubt, Ginni's fault. Even if she claims otherwise. We were watching Hocus Pocus. HER IDEA ENTIRELY. I have no idea if I'll even continue it. I am sorry. I am just honestly SO SORRY.
Alec recoiled as the cat swiped at his hand. He'd never seen it before and wasn't exactly sure how it had come to be in the institute, but he assumed that it was possibly Clary's doing. He scowled, briefly, sparing a glance at the pure white kitten.
"Just like her, bringing in all sorts of mongrels," he muttered.
His words earned him another swipe and he glared, wiping at the small beads of blood that rose on the back of his hand.
First it was that mundane Simon, now it was a freaking cat. He was sure he had heard her once talk about saving some sort of nearly extinct animal before, but he hadn't paid much attention. This one was a fighter. Smaller than Church and bigger than the Chairman, but sturdy. Church didn't care much as long as he wasn't playing tricks on you and Chairman Meow simply wasn't around the institute.
"Amscray," Alec told the cat, motioning to his open door. Pressing his lips together, he waited.
Sighing to himself, he went back to the book in his hand. Books were some of the few mundane things he partook in and The Iliad was one of his favourites. It was really Max's doing that he read more mundane literature now. His little brother had begged him to read him the entire Harry Potter series and he found himself taken into these imaginary worlds. He wanted more. Of course, his preferences were a little different than Max's.
The kitten didn't move. In fact, it stared at him with a rather incredulous look for a cat. That was unnerving; his lips formed a firm white line. Pouncing gracefully, it landed flat, half on his precious book and half on his chest.
By the fucking Angel, what in God's name was wrong with this beast?
Just as Alec hissed and shoved the cat from his chest, the cat flopping near his crutches at the wayside, Clary came to a skidding, ungraceful halt in his doorway.
"Thank God," she breathed a sigh of relief, scooping up the cat into her arms. "I had no idea where you were," she chastised the cat, taking it from the middle of the room. "Do you know how worried I've been? Never, never NEVER, do that again."
Alec heard a faint sound from the cat in reply and he stared at the two of them. Raising an eyebrow, he said one thing to her. "Keep it out of my room."
A small, almost amused smile played at her lips, but Clary didn't say another word. "Of course," she replied seriously, moving to leave. She paused at the entry way. "You haven't seen Magnus today, have you?" She questioned.
Alec, evasively, shrugged. Clary's face fell and she left.
"You have to turn him back," Clary told him, hugging Jace the Cat to her chest tightly. "Magnus, he saw me undressing."
"It must have been quite the thrill for him," the warlock replied, bored already. "Just as, I'm sure, he has now pressed up against your bosom." Her eyes widened brightly, looking down at the cat comfortably resting against her chest and she nearly dropped Jace.
"Please," Magnus continued. "Your little rat friend had the VIP tour last time." He received an angry hiss in response and his white sharp teeth glistened as he grinned in amusement.
"Turn. him. back." Clary said evenly, an angry, headstrong glint in her eye.
Lifting himself gracefully from his purple suede chesterfield, the warlock didn't even take the time to consider the request.
"No," Magnus said simply. "Your boyfriend-- brother, which ever he is this week, has unfinished business. He'll turn back when he's good and ready. All on his own. Perhaps, next time, before he brags about his cat-like reflexes, he'll think twice. Now, it's been lovely seeing you, Clarissa, but I have other far more important things to contend myself with; your complicated love life and what Jace sees or not, is the least of my concerns."
With that, he led Clary out the door and closed the door in her face. She glanced down at Jace and sighed. "We'll figure something out," she told him stubbornly.
For a moment, she swore she heard him sigh.