Finding a Family 

The Institute’s doorbell rang loud and clear; they could feel the vibrations throughout.
The Blackthorns hadn’t been expecting anyone, so naturally everyone dropped what they were doing and crowded the foyer.  

Diana was about to open the door when Tavvy bolted in front of her.
“I’ll get it!” he said, leaping for the ornate knob.
He opened it, backing up to reveal the entire doorway.
“Clary!” Emma ran towards her friend, almost knocking her over in a hug.
“Hey girly! Good to see you too!” Clary said as they separated from the embrace.
“Jace,” Julian clapped him on the shoulder, smiling. “What brings you here?”
“Oh, you know, just wanted to see how our old friends were doing. You’ve done a nice job with the Institute,” he said, marveling at the renovations.
“Thanks.”
Jace then spotted Kit, picking at his fingers in a corner of the kitchen.
“Ah, just the person I wanted to see,” Jace said, walking over. “Is there somewhere more private we can talk?”
“Sure.”
Kit led Jace down the hall and up the stairs to the weapons room, which was across from the training room. It was where Kit felt most comfortable. It also happened to be where he and Jace first met.
“So what’s up?” Kit asked. Clary and Jace may have come to visit, but something told Kit there was more to it.
“Well-” Their roles seemed to be reversed. When they met the first time, it was Jace who had been confident, almost arrogant. Now, he was humble and nervous.
“I have a proposition for you,” Jace continued, hands in his pockets, avoiding eye contact. He hated getting touchy-feely unless it came to immediately family.
“I’m listening,” Kit said, curiosity peaked. He’d only met Jace a few times, but this seemed out of character for him.
“I was thinking about how we’re family, but I don’t know you that well. Would you … like to come to New York and hang out?”
Kit wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but it definitely wasn’t this. He didn’t think Jace had a soft side.

“Sure,” he said shyly. He wasn’t going to turn it down. He’d never left Los Angeles, and he’d always wanted to travel. “But I don’t know if I can … The Blackthorns are my family now.”

“We’re not asking you to stay permanently. That’s your decision.” Clary walked in the room, moving to stand beside Jace. “My friend Simon has been pouring over Shadowhunter genealogies lately – maybe he’s found something on the Herondales.”

“That sounds cool. I’ll have to pack and say goodbye.” Kit said, turning to go back to his room.
“You don’t need to pack much – we have clothes and other necessities. But take whatever you think you might need,” Clary said.
An hour later, Kit was in the foyer again, saying his goodbyes. He didn’t think any place like the Institute could be his home, but that’s what it had become. Being a Shadowhunter was really actually cool. And he was ready to go on all the adventures this life had in store.

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