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After Lord of Shadows... (P4 - Kitty 3.0)

(This one is a completely different set up than my others. Remember in Lord of Shadows that Ty collapses in the Council room. My first thought when I finished the book was that what if Ty stayed collapsed (perhaps even comatose) after the book ended. This is the first fic I wrote for TDA, so here we go...)

Kit Rook slept in the infirmary bed next to Ty. It was always a restless, uncomfortable sleep, for every time Tiberius would move in even the slightest of ways, Kit would wake up and wonder if Ty was finally awake. Kit sat up in his infirmary bed. Today was Livvy’s funeral, and Kit missed her. If she were alive, she would be able to distract him from Ty in the bed next to him. Of course, if Livia were alive, Ty probably wouldn’t even be asleep. He glanced at Ty. “Good morning,” Kit whispered to him. He looked the same as he always did, Kit thought glumly. Kit stretched as he got out of his bed and went towards the pitcher of water on the counter a few feet away. Pouring himself a glass, he turned to lean against the counter and stared at Ty. Ty was - Tiberius was moving! The most movement Kit had seen yet! He usually only tossed his head from side to side, but now he rolled from lying on his back to his right side so his back was to Kit. To anyone else, this development would seem disappointing, but Kit thought it was the greatest thing in the world. Kit wondered if it was selfish of him to want Ty to wake up, because he knew how hard he would feel Livvy’s death. His water forgotten, he walked over to the chair he had set up on Ty’s right side. He sat in the chair, picking up Ty’s first edition Sherlock Holmes he had placed in the seat, and opened it up to the page he had stopped at yesterday. Kit had thought that even though Ty was asleep, it would help his dreams and just maybe, when he heard Kit’s voice, he would decide to wake up. After two days of him reading and Ty showing absolutely no sign of hearing him at all, Kit had thrown the book at a wall in frustration. At the noise, Ty had shifted in his sleep, making a slight face of discomfort. Today, before he resumed his chapter, Kit decided to just talk to Ty. “I really have no idea if you can hear me or not, and I’m not sure if I even want you to be able to, because what I’m about to say is something I never would have thought you’d hear. “Today is Livia’s funeral. I’m not sure if you even saw her... die - no one could tell me if you did or didn’t, they just knew you collapsed around the time she did - but she was helping Julian, her family, and I think that’s a good way for her to… go out.” Kit cleared his throat. “They, your family, I mean, wanted to wait for you to wake up for the funeral, but the Silent Brothers told us that this is the last day they could have an honorable Shadowhunter memorial. “Yeah, I thought that was pretty insensitive, too. And in case you were wondering: no, I’m not going to the funeral. I don’t have any white clothes, and… I don’t think it would feel right to go without you. Do you remember when I said I would miss you if you went to the Scholomance?” Tears welled in his eyes. He wiped them away furiously. “Well, I meant it, because the Scholomance is far away, but I never thought I’d miss you when you’re right in front of me. Come back, please, Ty. I know it’s hard, and it will be hard for a while, but please come back.” Ty turned onto his back again. “Livvy….” he murmured, his head moving back and forth, before stopping as suddenly as he had started. The steady rise and fall of his chest was the only sign he was alive. Two tears he didn’t realize had formed fell down his cheeks. “Yeah,” Kit agreed faintly, his voice as soft as Ty’s had been, “Livvy.”

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After Lord of Shadows... (P3 - Kitty 2.0)

(So this is from a different beginning than the other ones. This one takes place at Livia’s funeral. I don’t know the exact details of shadowhunter funerals, so sorry if anything is horridly incorrect. Um, warnings for anyone that needs them: grief and comfort, mentions of death, actual death. And here we go...) 

All Kit wanted to do at Livia Blackthorn’s funeral was throw Ty over his shoulder and run away screaming. Instead, he stifled his urges and stood beside the white-clad Blackthorns silently. It wasn’t even a true funeral. It was the Inquisitor’s funeral with a small honorary fire for Livvy. Her body was with the Mortal Sword in the Silent Brothers possession. They claimed, “such a special death grants special measures,” in their weird mind-speak that gave Kit the creeps. Whatever that meant. To Kit, a death was a death. There was nothing special or un-special to them. The fact there was no body to burn didn’t change the Blackthorn’s ability to mourn. The Blackthorns displayed their grief differently: Drusilla sobbed quietly, her back straight and hands covering her mouth; Octavian clung to Julian’s leg with his face buried into his thigh, sobs racking his small body; Julian leaning his head on Emma’s shoulder, an unreadable expression on his face, and a hand in Tavvy’s curls, stroking soothingly; Mark had Cristina’s hand in a death-grip, his face contorted in a poor attempt to school his anguished expression; Helen crying into Aline’s neck. Diana was there too, standing apart from the Blackthorns (which confused Kit because she was more of a Blackthorn and closer to them than he would ever be). And then Ty, who stood apart from everyone, face utterly devoid of expression but his hands moving furiously at his sides as he rocked back and forth softly. It was hard for Kit not to feel like an outsider, he thought from his place at Emma’s side. The Blackthorns were so connected, even in their grieving, that Kit felt like he was intruding on this private moment of pain. There were only two people that he was comfortable with, and he was at one of their funerals, watching the other one be consumed by grief. It had only been three days since Livvy died, and Kit missed her. If Livvy was here, then Ty wouldn’t be so withdrawn and Kit wouldn’t have to worry about him all the time. Everyone else is so wrapped up in their own sadness that they don’t even see what is happening to Ty, Kit thought. Aside from Ty’s new behavior, Kit really just wanted to talk to Livvy. Talk to her about what he needed to learn to become a Shadowhunter, complain about the inanity of it all, and make her laugh. Or maybe all three of them – Livvy, Kit, and Ty – would solve the mystery regarding Annabel Blackthorn. Suddenly, Kit felt an overwhelming wave of despair. Livia was… gone. There would be no more Shadowhunter talks or adventures. Livvy was no longer there for him and Ty. But… he could be there for Ty. Deciding something, and he wasn’t sure what, Kit walked to Ty, standing near him, but not touching. If Kit didn’t know any better, he could have sworn Tiberius’s rocking steadied.

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After Lord of Shadows... (P2- Kitty 1.0)

(So, I actually wrote a few alternate Kitty scenes. This one also takes place the day of Livia’s funeral.)

That night, Kit couldn’t sleep. Ty hadn’t come down for dinner – which wasn’t uncommon, it was rare if everyone sat down for a meal at the same time – but he also hadn’t come down for any meal but this morning’s breakfast in the past three days. He was stressing Kit out. He didn’t know what time it was, exactly, but his window was dark as he got out of bed and headed for the kitchens. You’re so stupid, he berated himself, you don’t know if he’s awake or if he’s even hungry. He has to be hungry. He’s barely eaten at all in the past three days, said a different, unwelcome voice inside his head. Kit tried his best to ignore both the voices as he put a bowl of blackberries together. Wow, a bowl of blackberries for a Blackthorn. Very original, said the first voice. It’s a bowl of berries. It doesn’t matter, responded the second voice. Kit was getting annoyed with his voices. He exhaled angrily and went to Tiberius’s room, bowl of blackberries in hand. He expected to find Ty’s door locked, but it wasn’t. He found him sitting against a wall, staring at the floor, his headphones over his ears and hands moving ferociously while he murmured to himself. Kit had the sudden urge to fling him over his shoulder and run away with him to take him away from this pain, but he shoved it down, shut the door, and walked over to Ty. He sat down across from Ty, mirroring him: sitting cross-legged with his hands in his lap. Oh good, he’s not asleep, said the second voice happily. Doesn’t mean he wants us here, grumbled the first voice. Kit sighed and sat the bowl between them. Ty did not eat them. His murmuring stopped and his hands moved at a somewhat slower pace. Kit took this as a good sign. He decided to talk. “You know, I’ve been thinking: I’ve never actually read a Sherlock Holmes book. I’ve seen a few episodes of the show and the movies, but never the books.” Ty’s gaze moved from the floor to Kit. Not quite his face. Maybe his shoulder. But he took this as a good sign, as well. He continued talking. “I wondered, where could I get a Sherlock Holmes book? So I looked in the library here. No dice. And so now I’m wondering, do you know where any Sherlock Holmes books are?” This was the big moment, Kit thought. If Tiberius was going to react to anything Kit could possibly do, it would be Sherlock. What felt like an eternity but could have actually been only ten minutes passed. Kit sighed again and stood. That was your grand master plan? The first voice taunted. Berries and Sherlock? He just lost his sister! So, so stupid. The second voice had nothing to retort back to the first. When he reached the door, Kit turned around and said, “Even if you don’t want to talk to me, please eat. I’ll be back tomorrow.” Can’t wait to see what the next idiotic plan will be, the first voice chimed in again. He sighed another heavy sigh and twisted the doorknob when he heard it– The scooting of a bowl against the hardwood flooring. He turned around and – yes – Ty’s headphones were off his head and around his neck as he popped a berry in his mouth. “You can - stay.” Tiberius’s voice was raspy from not being used. He popped another berry in his mouth. It was all Kit could do to not run next to Ty. He walked instead, and sat next to him. Ty pushed the bowl between them and with a berry in his mouth Kit asked his voices, what? Don’t have anything to say?