The next morning I woke up to the sound of arguing that was gradually escalating but I didn’t pay attention to it. I looked at the love of my life for a long while, willing him to open his eyes. When nothing happened, I sighed dejectedly and with a heavy heart I got up to see what the problem was. Whatever I thought I would find, didn’t compare to the reality. I closed the door behind me before I let out an ear piercing whistle, quieting the whole room.

Surprised eyes snapped to me and I asked, “What the fuck is going on here?” I admit, my tone was rude and under normal circumstances, I would have been sorry. But my husband was lying unconscious in the room behind me and I had no idea when he would wake up so it was safe to say being polite was the last thing on my mind right now. And if Inquisitor Herondale didn’t answer carefully, she was about to be on the receivng end of bitch Samara.

“Miss Wayland-” The woman started, already ticking me off by addressing me in the wrong way.

“It’s Misses Lightwood.” I corrected her with a sharp tone and her eyes widened.

“Right, Mrs Lightwood. I just back here to tell you that you, your brother and the Morgenstern girl is requested by the Clave to come to Idris right away so we can test your powers.” She told me in a tone that was far more confident than what she was looking and you could have heard a pin drop in the apartment. All of my friends knew that her request would not sit well with me.

“Well you can tell the Clave that I’m going to kindly have to deny their request, Madam Inquisitor.” I told her in a much friendlier tone than what I was feeling.

“Mrs Lightwood-” The red head started only to get cut of by yours truly once again. Man, I’m on a roll today.

“No!” My tone was something short of a growl and the look I have her was once that could have frozen sand. “My husband is lying unconscious and if you think that I am going anywhere before he has woken up, you are gravely mistaken. Now, I have tried to be nice, but since you won’t respond to that and my patience with you has run out, I’ll put it bluntly: I would have to be fucking dead before I leave this apartment while my husband is not by my side. And for the record, Clary may be a Morgenstern by blood but she is a Fairchild where it matters most. By heart.” Her face was covered in shock and all of my friends have half-proud, half-smug looks on their faces.

The woman cleared her throat and straitened out her navy colored blazer in what I assumed was an attempted to climb back onto the pedestal I just knocked her off. A satisfied smirk appeared on my lips as I watched her eyes flick around the apartment as she gathered her thoughts. “Well in that case, Miss Mor- Fairchild” The Herondale quickly corrected herself when I gave her a sharp look. “And Mr. Wayland can accompany me to Idris and when your husband is well enough, the two of you can join us.”

I knew from the uncomfortable looks on their faces, my brother, Clary and my parabatai was not happy with her words, so I decided to help them out. “Yeah, not happening. When Alec is well and we all agree that we want to show you our powers, then and only then, will we come to Idris.” I told her, looking her straight in the eyes – daring her to object. When her shoulders slumped ever so slightly and she let out an quiet breath of air that I caught with my Reaper hearing, I knew I had won. And from the relieved looks on the trio behind her, I knew that they were happy to.

She turned around to leave the apartment when a thought occurred to me, “Do me a favor and tell the Clave that although we work for them, we are not lab rats that they are going to experiment on. Or I will unleash my Reaper side and raise hell on all of you.”

“Is that a threat, Mrs Lightwood?”

“Nope.” I popped the ‘p’, knowing that it will irk her. The old Shadowhunters, yes I’m referring to my mother -in-law, are very uptight still believes that we should speak ‘proper’ English. The way I see it, if you can understand what I say, it’s still English.

“It’s a fact.” I told her before walking in the direction of Magnus’ kitchen to go fix myself something to eat and drink. I know that letting myself starve and dehydrate will only put more stress on Alec once he wakes up and I don’t want that.

***

Later that afternoon, I was sitting next to Alec with a book in hand. If it is one thing I can admire about mundane, it’s their ability to creating the most amazing fictional stories. The book I am reading is called ‘Passenger by Alexandra Bracken’. It is such a deep and emotional story. Reading is another thing my husband and I have in common. You see, while Izzie and Jace go out to a club, Alec and I will stay in, each with a book. Sometimes we’d get the same book and have a contest to see who can finish reading it the fastest. That never ends well for anyone in the institute. It’s definitely something that is on the to-do list for me and Alec once he wakes up.

I was in the middle of reading how Nicholas was freaking out and asking Etta if she was bitten by the snake when suddenly I was brought out of my reading reverie by a slamming door. Immediately alert, I reached for my daggers that are lying on the bedside table. Then I noted to myself that if it was an intruder, he or she would have worked quietly not to attract attention to him or herself. But it couldn’t hurt to be extra careful, especially when my entire reason for living was lying defenseless besides me.

I got up and exited the room only to roll my eyes at the sight. Maryse Lightwood was trying to get past Magnus, who was blocking her way.

“Get out of my way, Warlock.” She sneered at him.

“You have some nerves, coming into my home and disrespecting me.” He sneered right back and internally smirked at my friend. He was no push over.

“He’s my son and I have a right to see him. And you can’t stop me!”

“That’s just where you’re wrong. I can stop you, and if you don’t back off, I will.” Magnus warned her calmly, yet seriously and you had to admire him for keeping calm when there was a woman shouting in his face. Shadowhunter or not. “Besides, it’s Samara’s choice if she wants to let you see him.”

“I’m his mother!” She seethed, red faced from all the anger.

“And she’s his wife.” He retorted, his voice finally starting to get a little louder. That’s when I decided to step in before my friend did or say something that could get him into trouble.

“She is also right here.” I said sharply, my voice loud and sharp. They both spun to me. “She also thinks that shouting like a foghorn isn’t going to help Magnus let you past.” I continued with a pointed look to Maryse, who suddenly looked very flustered. “Take a few deep breaths, go wash your face and then I’ll decide if you can see him.” I pointed to the door that leads to the bathroom and she nodded and walked there, her heels click-clacking on the marble floors.

Ten minutes later, my mother-in-law walked out of the bathroom, looking very odd. She didn’t look confident, or like a stuck up pain in the ass. Instead, she just looked like a mother. A mother that was worried for her child. She didn’t look like she was thirty years old, instead, she looked every day her forty-something years and then some. I knew in that instant, I was going to let her see him. After everything, she still stayed his mother and she loves him and just like me, she was hurting.

Hope shined in her eyes as she looked at me and a real smile lit her face when I gestured to the room door where Alec lied. She speed walked to the room and entered it. I watched after her in confusion, still wondering, how the hell does she speed walk in heels?

“She treats you like crap, and yet you still let her see him. Why?” Confusion was obvious in Magnus’ tone when he asked me.

“Because at the end of the day, she’s right. She is his mother and although I have the power to, that doesn’t mean that I have the right to keep him away from her.” I told him and he watched me with a smile, awe spread on his face.

“You surprise me on a daily basis, Samara Lightwood.” He said softly and I cracked the first smile today.

“Can’t be boring now, can I?” I asked him in a lightly teasing tone and he chuckled lightly.

“That’s not what meant, and you know that.” The warlock told me in an uncharacteristically serious tone.

“I know.” I assured him with a nod of my head.

***

Yeah, yeah, I know. Alec has to wake up already. And he will, but I have plans first.

Also, who’s excited for the scene where Samara finds out Imogen is her grandmother? I sure am.

I hope you enjoyed the chapter.

-Mixie