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( welcome to new york 🗽)

[tombom]

[ He's seen New York in Clary's artwork, but he never expected to step one foot in her world, let alone her home city.

Not that he has any idea where he is at first. His last memory is kissing Clary goodnight, walking back to his apartment and never actually making it there, everything going black. When he's conscious again, he's on the streets of New York, literally on the ground, awoken by a thief trying to rifle through his pockets. Shoving the stranger off him, the thief runs away as soon as he realizes the person he's trying to rob is awake (and could kick his ass).

Picking himself up, he knows for sure he isn't in Erku anymore. And it's definitely not home. He tries asking someone where he is and they give him the name of the street as though he's a tourist. When he asks for the exact location, as in the name of the city or planet, they accuse him of being on drugs (maybe he is, it would explain a lot). But he eventually figures out it's New York from a television screen he passes in a shop window reporting the news. Why was he here? Was this even real?

More importantly, was Clary here? How could he find her if she was?

The city sure is crowded. He's never been surrounded by so many people in his life, going about their daily lives while Bellamy comes to grips with his new home, unsure how temporary or permanent it might be. He doesn't have a destination in his mind, too overwhelmed by his surroundings to have a plan - he just keeps walking. Keeps passing faces, hoping one of them might be Clary...

Hundreds of faces but not one of them her.

He finally spots a sign leading to somewhere he actually recognizes, even if he's never been there before. And that's how he ends up in Central Park. He doubts being in the park will help him find Clary, but it gives him a moment to catch his breath, to come up with a plan of action away from the crowds.

Somehow he manages to roughly find the area he thinks Clary sketched from, taking in the scenery. He feels connected to her in some way by standing in the spot she probably sat with her sketchpad, listening to music. It makes him feel at peace and gives him the hope he needs right now. ]

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[ Finding herself suddenly back at the Institute, back home, is as disorienting for Clary as it is for Bellamy, although for entirely different reasons. But the familiarity of everything hits her in a way that's overwhelming and makes everything about the last half-year or so get pushed aside, her immediate thought upon waking in her bedroom and recognizing where she was being of her mom. When she finds her still suspended in the coma, she assumes that they just haven't found a way to save her yet.

But then she sees Izzy and Alec (and Jace, though from a distance as he's still avoiding her) and asks them to confirm the day, only to receive looks like she's insane in response. As she pieces together that no time at all has passed and they're no closer to saving her mother than she woke up on that beach in some other world, the Institute — so welcoming before — becomes suffocating. So she grabs her jacket and hightails it out into the once familiar but now discordant bustle of New York City.

As she walks, without any specific destination in mind, the memories of Erku come crashing to the forefront of her mind, the strongest and most difficult to think of being, of course, Bellamy. Knowing that she will never see him again makes her feel hollow, empty, and she actually finds herself wishing she was back there again with him. She'd made promises — they both had — that they would find each other if they ever left now that she's here, back in her own world, she has no idea where to even begin.

It's not until she comes around the bend and nearly collides with a runner that she realizes she's in Central Park, had even wandered to the exact spot where she'd painted the picture Bellamy hung on his wall as part of her birthday present. (Which also made her wonder: was she a year older now, here in New York? Or was she back to being 18 again?) She instinctively lifts her arms to protect herself, jumping a step backward out of the guy's way, issuing a clipped ] Sorry— [ as she's jolted from her thoughts.

Pressing a hand to her chest to try to calm her racing heart, Clary turns to the path she'd been walking, actually seeing it for the first time, and that's when she sees him, too. His back is to her but she'd recognize those curls and well-worn jacket anywhere, in this world or another. ]

Bellamy? [ His name is barely a whisper, tears flooding her vision, breath caught in her throat. Surely this was a dream or a hallucination; she'd wanted to see him so badly that she literally conjured up a vision of him. There was no way he was actually standing there, solid and alive in her world.

Right? ]

[tombom]

[ He doesn't hear her, but he does turn after sensing someone behind him. It's a feeling that makes him shiver, like he's attached to someone by an invisible string and they've just pulled on it.

He feels like he's been hit by a truck of emotions when he faces her, but something becomes very clear to him. He's suspected as much for a while that he's been falling for her, but he's never been more sure how in love with her he is until this moment. When he thought he might never find her in such a huge and endless city, only to have her appear in front of him, as though the universe took pity on him and granted him one wish.

The only thing that stops him from striding towards her and pulling her into a hug is the thought that maybe his mind is playing tricks on him. That as soon as he touches her, she'll just fade away, or he'll wake up and every part of Erku was a dream all along, including her. ]

Is this real? [ This city, this park, this moment. ] Are you?

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[ Despite the fact that he speaks at much more normal volume than she had, Clary almost doesn't hear him, either, the pounding of her heart deafening in her ears. She honestly thought she would never see him again or would have to find some magical way to get to him, something Magnus would probably tell her was impossible; having him here, starting at her like she'll disappear any second (a feeling that is very much shared, too), makes her dizzy as if the world was spinning too fast all of a sudden.

For what feels like an eternity she just stands there, answer caught somewhere in her chest along with her breath, and then she runs to him. Her arms wrap tightly around him, one clutching his jacket while the other goes to the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair. Let him feel how real she is, just as she's doing with him now, face pressed to his neck to inhale the familiar smell of him. If this is a dream, she thinks, please don't ever let me wake up.

When she finally finds her voice again it's broken, cracking around her words as a million different emotions rush over her, all of them good but overwhelming in their intensity. ]

I thought I'd never see you again.