Ok this is my first fic, so please cut me some slack! Hope you like it! BTW all spelling British cos I am!

Disclaimer: Sadly, my name is Katie and not Cassandra, so I do not own the characters, or the story world, except for my OCs.

Clary opened the door to the insitute and started to make her way up to Jaces room, she had his favourite coffee and bagel in her hand, and couldn't wait to see his reaction.

As she reached the landing with the bedrooms on it, she heard moaning from one of the spare bedrooms on the left. She smiled at this, thinking that either Alec and Magnus, or Simon and Issy, or Malec and Sissy as they call them, much to their distaste, had finally "got it on". She walked down the corridor to Jaces room which was on her right. When she reached it, she found the door open, and the pristine room empty. She walked in a few steps, and said, "Hello? Jace?" There was no answer.

Where is he? I know he's here. He must be in the weapons room, or training. She thought to herself, she left his room, and went back down the corridor, but to left this time.

As she passed the guest room she heard the moans before from, she heard a voice say: "I don't have a girlfriend, now come closer, I want to kiss you some more" The voice was familiar, too familiar. She pushhed the door open a crack, and to her horror, found her beautiful boyfriend, topless, and peering down at a half-naked blonde. She backed away from the door, tears already streaming down her face, and the moaning started again. The bagel and coffee fell from her hand with a crash. The moaning stopped. Clary ran down the corridor to her bedroom, grabbed her stele and scribbled the rune for a portal on the wall, and wrote a quick letter to Jace, as she knew he would be the first to notice her absence. She heard a door open and she threw herself at the portal. She thought of England as she was swallowed into the swirling abyss of the portal, so when she thought about the time Jace told her to think of England, she could now find it untruthful. It'll help me get over him, she told herself. Then everything went black.

Clary awoke to sense two people stood over her. Her eyes felt like they were sewed shut, like the silent brothers mouths. She was about to peel them apart, when she heard a voice.

"Why do you think she passed out when she came through her portal? And for three days too!" the voice, definitely female, said. It all came flooding back because of the accent, it was unmistakeably British, which meant she knew she was somewhere in the British Isles. Then it hit her: THREE DAYS! Jace must have gotten my letter, Clary thought to herself, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt when she thought of him, she realised what she had done was stupid and impulsive, because she was just so upset.

"It was probably just a warlocks," said another voice, still definitely female and still unmistakeably British, "I mean, it can't be THE Clarissa Fairchild, and Angel knows why." Clary felt the corners of her mouth twitch into a smile when she said "THE" so passionately. Clarys emerald eyes fluttered open, and she slowly took in her surroundings. It must have been an infirmary; there were rows of clean, white beds which lined the walls. It was a smallish room for an infirmary, though bigger than her old bedroom back in New York, she thought back to when she arrived at the infirmary in New York, she was greeted with two people then too. She looked up at the ceiling, to find it looked like that of a Gyms in a school. She looked out of the window to find another building opposite, This must be one of the few institutes which have multiple buildings, though they're quite common in Britain, that narrows where I am down to Ipswich, Chester, Coventry, Sheffield, Newcastle or Glasgow, though the final one is unlikely, because the accents I have heard are English. Clary thought to herself. She looked down at the floor to find it had lines on it, like a baske-... wait no what do they call it in England? Oh yeah, Netball court Clary thought.

Clary looked away from her immediate surroundings, and sat up. There were two girls, about Clarys height stood by a table, they both had the same brownish- blonde which was as straight as Isabelle's, which hung down midway down their back. One looked round and squealed "She's awake!" she guessed realised this one must have been the one that spoke first because her voice was the same. All of a sudden, she found the two girls right in her face, one sat next to her, holding her hand reassuringly, the other stood over her peering into her face, looking for any signs of sickness, they were so similar, Clary couldn't distinguish between them. They must be twins she thought. Clary felt a little jealous towards them; she always wanted a sister, even more a twin.

"Do you feel ok, what's your name and where are you from?" The one standing over her said cautiously, her voice certainly wasn't the one that had noticed her being awake. Clary decided to call them Twin 1 and Twin 2 since she didn't know their names, Twin 1 would be the one that noticed she was awake, and Twin 2 would be the one that just spoke to her. It was only then that she realised just how similar they actually are; they both had the same hourglass figure, length and colour hair, their hazel eyes with specks of green in them were also the same shape, this list of similarities was never ending, they even wore the same type of clothes; branded t-shirt, skinny jeans and converse, though she realised Twin 2 pulled them off with more style. The only difference was that Twin 1 had a smattering of freckles across her nose, like Clary.

Clary snapped out of her daydream and realised she was staring into a pair of hazely green eyes.

"Are you Ok, you kinda zoned out." Twin 1, wait 2, wait no 1 said. "As I was saying, what is your name and where are you from?"

Clary looked her in the eye and told her; "I am Clary Fairchild, I come from the New York institute.

Twin 1 squealed, "Ha, you owe me ten pounds, Ffi!" Twin 2- Ffi grunted and handed over her ten pounds. "I'm going to go shopping with this!" Twin 1 said as she shoved it in the back pocket of her skinnys. Oh, Angel! Not another Isabelle! Clary thought, shivering.

"So where am I?" Clary asked, a little confused.

Ffi grinned, "This is the Chester institute, the smallest institute in the world, even though we have quite a lot of residents; you make eleven of us!" Clary raised her eyebrows a little at the figure, that was quite a lot.

"Come on, we'll take you to meet everyone. Can you walk?"

NEW YORK THREE DAYS PREVIOUS

Jace loved making girls moan and that's just what he made this one do. But she had to ask the "You don't have a girlfriend, do you?" question.

"No, I don't have a girlfriend, now come closer, I want to kiss you some more." Jace replied, not realising what that line made the love of his life do. Ten seconds after he said that, he heard a crash, and footsteps take off down the hall. Jace got up off the bed and crossed the room to the door. When opened the door, he found a bagel with his favourite filling in it, and what he could only assume used to be his favourite coffee splattered across the floor. He looked down the hall, where the retreating footsteps could still be heard, and saw, to his horror his feisty little red-head sprinting down the hall. He felt his heart break there and then.

Jace went back into the room and ordered the girl, he couldn't even remember her name now, to get changed and out and quickly. He threw his shirt over his head, and took off down the corridor after Clary.

When he reached her room, he didn't bother knocking, he opened the door and peered round it, expecting to see her crying on her bed. Instead what he found was much and far worse; he saw her throw herself into a portal.

He ran over to it, and with each step his heart shattered a little more than it already was. It had closed by the time he reached it, and he found a note on the desk next to where it was. He sat on the desk chair and started to read:

Dear Jace,

I am sorry I had to do this, I thought you would change, but you didn't, you broke my heart. Now I am off to start my new life in who-knows-where. Don't follow me, I don't care what else you do, just don't follow me, if you do find me, I'll just keep running, on to the next institute and the next if you find me again, just know I will keep doing this until you stop following me. Just know that I forgive you.

Hope to not see you soon

Clary

Jace looked at the picture of him and Clary on the steps of the institute reading that was on the desk and whispered to the Clary in the picture I'm not getting you back, am I? That night, the boy who never cried, cried again.

That's it folks! Please comment! I need to know what you think and whether I should continue this story , I know where the story is going, but I don't know how long it should be- any ideas? Not sure when I'm going to get to update next it will either be lunchtime or nighttime (GMT), not sure what day though.

See you in the next chapter.

SwimmingSquirrel out!