Hi. Ummm this is me, LifesDisgrace. This is my first Mortal Instruments fanfic, annnd I'll try not to ruin a wonderful trilogy for you guys. This story is mostly in the mind set of Alec (Well, because he's my favorite character… He's totally awesome and I picture him as really hot, etc.) but not all in his point of view (I'll put who's POV in each chapter), before the whole series ever started (Before Jace ever met Clary… Before Alec ever met Magnus, all that) sooooo please enjoy…

Disclaimer: I should totally get Alec to do my disclaimers to make in funner haha XP. Anyway, I do not own anything from the Mortal Instruments Trilogy, the wonderful Cassandra Clare does. Soooo, there.

CHAPTER 1

*Alec's POV*

My alarm clock rang to early for me (This was the time of morning where you would think a rooster would… whatever they did cluck, crow?) I awoke from my sleep, once again without any dreams. I grudgingly turned around in my bed, and slammed a fist on the worthless piece of shit. Then, my too happy sister burst in, smelling strongly of roses. "Good morning, Alexander!" She spun around and pulled my curtains from the window, filling the room with an unbelievably bright white light. I moaned and squinted my eyes.

"Ugh, Isabelle! What the Hell?" I sat up and rubbed my face.

"It's morning, silly!" Like I didn't know that. She sat down beside, Indian style. She folded her arms across her chest and stared glumly at me. She was still in her pajamas, the silky short pink kind, I can't believe mom would actually let her wear something like that. Then again, mom wasn't here, and Isabelle was old enough to make her own decisions. I stared down at my long stripped pajama pants and black T-shirt. I sighed. "I made breakfast, I hope you're hungry!"

Oh boy! Every time Isabelle made FOOD, which was technically all the time, it was horrible. But, of course, nobody wanted to upset the only energetic life left in the Institute, so we ate. No matter how sick it made us. "Uhhh, thanks, Izzy… I'll be down in a minute."

She got a smirk on her face and skipped out. How long would I be sick for this one? I laid back down in my bed and closed my eyes. She could handle a few more minutes without me.

*Isabelle's POV*

I walked out of Alec's room. He didn't seem that excited to come down for breakfast, or to see me for that matter. Of course, he didn't really care about much, but still. His room was cleaner then the last time I had seen it, more orderly. Oh, well.

I walked down the stairs in my bare feet to the kitchen. The floor was much colder from the time I had gone to wake my brother up. I turned a couple bends to the kitchen to find everyone (Well, really just two people…) staring down at their food, mumbling. I cleared my throat. Their heads shot up and they practically ate their plates. I knew they didn't like my cooking. Guys never appreciated a woman's work, so why should we do shit for them?

I sat down beside my adopted brother, Jace. He stared at me with his beautiful golden eyes. He turned his head back down to stare at his "crap" that I had made, his curly golden hair falling in little ringlets around his perfectly angular face. "You know, Isabelle, you should really make your mom come back from Idris. She could help you in the kitchen. You make an awful mess."

Well, I couldn't argue with that (Well, partly). I do make a mess, but I always clean it up.

"Jace… Manners." A scruffy old voice came from the other side of the table. Hodge sat looking at his newspaper, completely content.

"You know, Izzy, this has been a terrific meal, it really has been, but you know there is this thing in the weapons room that I have… To… Fix." He got his jacket and backed out of the room, passing Alec in the doorway, who stared in disbelief after his impossible brother.

"Well, you know, I should follow him. You know Jace, he's always getting in trouble, constantly hurting himself, someone should go look after him…" And with that my "loyal" brother was gone also.

I curled up in my chair and let the familiar air of the Institute caress me.

*Jace's POV*

Ugh! How the hell am I supposed to keep ditching meals like this? I was starving. I hadn't had food in like a day and a half, but I snuck out of the Institute every one in a while to eat somewhere, often times Alec came with me. I headed to the weapons room.

The huge doors that led to the familiar room were surprisingly easy to open. I walked in, my boots scuffing the newly polished floors as I drug my feet slowly. I let the doors close behind me, and I was in heaven. The finest hunting equipment that we had lined to walls of the gothic structure. I sat down at a table that just so happened to have a couple Seraph blades on them. I wasn't really sure if Hodge had named them or not, but I didn't mess with them.

The heavy doors swung open again. Alec peaked from behind it, then walked in. His dark black hair didn't look at all brushed and he was wearing stripped pajama pants and a black T-shirt. His bright blue eyes fixed themselves with mine, and he smiled. "I thought you might be in here." He said making his way across the room to my table, picking up a dagger from the floor on the way.

"Hey." I said back as he took a seat in front of me.

"Gosh, I'm starving!" He leaned back gracefully, picking two of the chairs legs off of the tile.

"Let's go eat…" I suggested. I was predicting that he hadn't eaten for a while, either, maybe longer then me.

He got back up and threw the dagger at the wall. It stuck just above the door. "I thought you'd never ask."