SUMMARY: Clary is taken by a demon to a parallel universe where everything is different. Her best friend, Simon, is a popular kid at school. Her boyfriend, Jace, as well as Isabelle and Alec have never met her. She's being raised by Valentine Morgenstern along with her brother Jonathan. Her mother, Jocelyn, was the leader of the Circle and died during the Uprising along with Luke. While she tries to figure out what's going on, Jace and the others are in their world trying to figure out what happened and rescue her. Will Clary give up and except this new life? Will Jace and the others ever find her? Is this all part of a bigger plot? Is there a threat out there bigger than Valentine or Sebastian?

Hello! This is my new story! Its been a while since I've ever published my own work so I hope you enjoy! So please read and review.

Disclaimer: I don't own TMI or any of these characters

Clary let out a small tired laugh as she stepped back, lowering the iron sword in her hand. It reflected the light from above and cast a gleam of light for a moment. She picked up the water bottle she had on the edge of the mat and took a gulp followed by a few short breaths.

She wore baggy grey athletic shorts and a black tank top with her wild hair pulled into a ponytail. Her hand rested on her hip as she nodded her chin in the direction of the other person in the training room.

"You're getting better. Although, I think it may just be because I'm your instructor." She smirked at the boy in front of her who was drenched in more sweat than she was.

"That's only partly true." Simon retorted, wiping a towel over his red face.

Clary shrugged her shoulders, smiling lightly as she walked to the nearby table and sat her blade down. She had been teaching Simon how to fight for a few months now, they spent almost all their time in the room at the Institute. Although, she didn't think either of them really minded it since Jace and Isabelle lived here.

Simon walked over and put his weapon down (which was a long blade like hers) as he leaned on the table, catching his breath.

"You know, the one thing I actually liked about being a vampire was never getting so winded."

Clary grinned and shoved his shoulder, "Oh shut up."

Simon chuckled alongside her as he grabbed his bag and tossed Clary hers. Together, they headed to the changing rooms that were on the same level. Clary climbed into the warm shower and washed away the sweat and scum covering her body. She stepped out a few minutes later and toweled off before changing into the outfit she was wearing when they'd arrived at the church; a pair of black jeans and a dark blue long sleeve shirt. She tied her wet hair up into a bun on the top of her head and slipped on some dark ankle boots.

She glanced at herself in the mirror thinking back to when she would have never worn an outfit as such. Maybe the jeans and some t-shirt with a quote like 'My precious'. That was, until Isabelle came along.

She threw her dirty clothes into her bag and went into the dark and duty hall to meet Simon who was already dressed. Admittedly, it was obvious that Simon looked different than he had four months ago, after his memory had been wiped and he'd been transformed back into a mundane.

His gangly movements had become graceful from training and his slim body was now more fit and muscular. And his jawline had become more sharp from the body-building exercises. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a white t-shirt with a black leather jacket. Despite Isabelle's protests to switch to contact lens, Simon kept his glasses saying it was so that he didn't lose all his old self. Though, Clary knew that wasn't entirely true. He had also kept them since they had once been a gift from his mother whom he would never see again. His hair was damp and shined a bit, almost appearing greasy as he ran a hand through it and pushed it to the side and out of his eyes. Isabelle had also had an influence on his style.

"Hey, are you ready to go?" He asked as he sat up straight and walked towards her, his bag over one shoulder.

Clary nodded her head and grinned as the two of them made their way down the stairs and toward the elevator. Simon was about to press the button to call the creaky old elevator when he mumbled a curse under his breath. "I left my keys in the training room. I'll go grab them really quick."

Before Clary even had a chance to protest that she was going to come with him, he was already jogging down the hallway. She let it go and leaned up against the wall, pulling out her phone to check the time when a tall, lean figure appeared out of the corner of her eye. She turned to identify him but already had a good idea as to who it was.

"Hey," Jace said as he walked over to her, pulling his hands out of his jeans.

Clary grinned and noticed his light hair was almost sparkling from the light that shone down on it.

"You weren't even going to say bye before you left?" He teased.

"Sorry, I was in the training room with Simon. He's improving a lot." Clary said, absentmindedly tracing her fingers over the thin, silver scars that covered his body from years of applying runes to himself.

She looked up to meet his eyes and he took her hand. "Well of course he is. You're teaching him…and I did teach you just about everything you know." He smirked as Clary rolled her eyes and laughed softly.

"Whatever you say." Clary muttered as she turned her head to see Simon walking in their direction. "Hey Jace." He said as he approached the couple. "Found my keys." He held up a hand to show Clary the keychain with its few dangling keys.

"All right, well we better get going." Clary raised up on her toes to press a kiss on Jace's cheek, making him smirk. "See you tomorrow Jace."

Simon waved bye to Jace as the two took the elevator down and left the glamour-building.

Back at Luke and Jocelyn's new apartment, Clary headed to her room after saying goodnight to Simon as he headed to his room across the hall. Clary changed into a pair of fuzzy flannel pajama pants and a grey tank top. She stepped into the bathroom that was connected to her room and ran through her nightly routine.

Her mom and Luke were in Alicante for the week attending a Clave meeting. Simon and she had stayed behind to continue training.

Her mind drifted and she closed her eyes lightly as she thought back. Almost six months ago, Simon had shown up at her mom's wedding with no recollection of who they were. Clary knew why though, and had tried to explain to Simon that he'd given his memories to a Demon. Jace had suggested the next day that they should ask the Silent Brothers for help. She figured he had only done it so that she might stop moping but also since he was growing fond of Simon as Clary's best friend. Clary thought it was a stupid idea but had agreed after hearing Jace's persuasiveness.

Brother Enoch had come with a few other members of the City of Bones that Clary nor Jace knew personally. They'd spent there afternoon trying to recover Simon's memories. And then the following day. And the week after. It took nearly two weeks of determination for them to restore Simon's memories. Clary had been pacing the floor in the Institute's library with Jace as the Brothers worked on Simon upstairs in the spacious training room. Alec had taken Isabelle on a walk on the grounds since she was as emotional as Clary herself if not more.

"It's hopeless Jace." She had once said. "They've been trying for weeks. Maybe it's time to just give up..."

Jace moved to her side in a heartbeat and caressed her arm. "Don't say that Clary. You know they're doing everything they can to help."

"Well, it's not working!"

"Give it time Clary, don't lose faith."

A relentless sigh escaped Clary's lips as Jace wrapped his arms around her small frame.

Clary buried her face into his body and breathed in Jace's scent of sage and sunlight.

The next day, the Brothers has come to Clary and Jace to tell them news. Clary wasn't sure if it were good or bad news. The voice that spoke in her head through the Brothers was monotoned, hard to distinct any tone at all. At first, Clay had thought they would say that so much digging around in his mind had caused death, but the voices in her head assured her not. She would have felt it if her best friend had left forever. Walking ahead of the others, Clary burst into the room full of hope. A tall slim figure turned and through the lens of his glasses, Clary saw the dark brown gleam of his eyes.

With a joyous scream, she had bolted at him and thrown herself into his arms, tears sprawling down her face as she murmured short reassurances (for him and her both) into his ear. "You're alive." and "Don't ever leave me again."

A mixture of happiness and anger and agony being relieved washed over her.

"Simon?" She heard a familiar, sweet disbelief voice whisper.

Turning around in Simon's arms Clary saw Isabelle wipe at her eyes before tears had a chance to escape. Simon had let go of Clary and dashed to his girlfriend as the two rejoiced.

Over the next few weeks, decisions and choices had been made. They needed more Shadowhunters. And Simon made the cut. There had been confliction over the fact that he had once been a Night Child and a mundane. But, Alec and Isabelle's father was the Inquisitor and had been a part of the final verdict.

He had drunk from the Mortal Cup and then as a final initiation step, the Angelic rune had been drawn on his arm by the Silent Brothers. After indicating that the rune had worked on him, the ceremony had been complete.

A special acceptation had been made for Simon to allow him to train at the New York Institute under Clary Fairchild's guide.

Once Simon had changed, him and Clary had undergone the ceremony of becoming parabatai. Simon could no longer see or have any connections to his family so he'd moved in with Clary, Luke, and Jocelyn. He was like a brother to Clary now.

Clary cleared her head of the memory and went to her room and sat on the bed, pulling out a sketchpad and pencil.

Laying back against her headboard, the pencil moved swiftly in fine strokes. Time passed unknowingly as an image began to take place on the paper. Clary let out a heave of breath to wipe away the eraser shavings and examine the final product.

It was an image of her deceased brother crossing a border between Hell and Heaven. He flew upwards with a pair of white wings connected to his back. His high cheekbones stuck out as he lifted his head upwards, a slender hand reaching for the sky. Clary had been sketching drawings of her brother increasingly often without even realizing it.

She sighed and sat the pad of paper on her nightstand and flipped her lamp off before climbing under the covers. She closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind, eventually falling asleep.

Jace sat on the stone bench in the middle of the Institute's greenhouse with a book in hand—A tale of Two Cities—as he took in the story, glancing up at the click clack of shoes on the spiral staircase. He shut the book and sat it in his lap as a slim figure with waist long ink black hair appeared.

"Hey Jace," Isabelle said, striding over to her adoptive brother and seating herself next to him. "What book is that?"

Jace didn't even glance at the cover as he answered straight forwarded "Dicken's A Tale of Two Cities."

He saw the confusion sweep across her pale face at the title that seemed unfamiliar. Or the fact that she still couldn't get over the fact one of Jace's hobbies was reading.

"Anyways, I had a favor to ask you. It's about Simon and Clary."

Jace straightened as he raised an eyebrow at the girl in front of him. "What about them?"

"Well, Simon has been training for months and I want him to go demon hunting. But, your girlfriend is too overprotective of him."

"How does this involve me?"

"Come on Jace, can't you suggest to Clary that I should take him?"

"Absolutely not." Jace spoke sternly.

"Why not? You sound like Alec..." She complained, crossing her arms over her chest, her dress riding up her legs a little.

"Like you said, she's my girlfriend. And I'm not asking her."

"Please Jace, we can all go if that makes Clary more comfortable." The Lightwood girl begged, obviously hating Jace for making her plead. "And I'll even talk to Simon so that he'll side with you before Clary can put in her own opinion."

"Fine." Jace muttered, making Isabelle grin, and thank him before running off happily. He would have continued to argue against her, but his book was more entertaining. Besides, seeing Simon attempt to kill demons sounded just as entertaining.

Magnus looked up from his spot on the couch as Alec walked back in, pocketing his flip phone. He'd gotten a call from his sister a few minutes beforehand and had excused himself from their cuddle time to answer it.

"Is everything okay?" Magnus asked, concern tinting his voice.

Alec sighed and plopped down next to Magnus who wrapped his arms around his slim figure, kissing the top of Alec's jet black hair as he leaned against Magnus' chest.

"Yes, Isabelle was just letting me know I must go demon hunting with her, Simon, Jace, and Clary tomorrow. 'No exceptions' is what she told me. It's Simons first time as a Shadowhunter so she wants all of us there so Clary won't freak."

"So, no Italian night tomorrow?" Magnus pouted his lip sadly. He was going to prepare pasta for him and Alec for a date night.

"No, I'm sorry." Alec picked up his boyfriend's thin hand and planted a kiss on his hand.

"It's okay, we can reschedule."

Alec nodded and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath which filled his lungs with the smell of Magnus as well as Chairman Meow's litter box. Within minutes, Alec fell asleep with Magnus's arms wrapped around him, holding him in a tight embrace.

Clary, Simon, Jace, Isabelle, and Alec were all gathered at the Institute in the kitchen a few nights later. Alec was ordering takeout since Izzy had burned what was supposed to be chicken fajitas. She now sat with Simon talking and laughing softly at something he'd said. Clary grinned and took a sip of whatever kind of soda she was drinking —she presumed it was coke—as Jace told a story about one of the many demons him and the two eldest Lightwood siblings had slayed.

"Clary?" Clary turned her head and glanced down at Jace's hand on her leg. "Are you okay?" He asked, a bit of concern in his voice that he would rarely let anyone else hear.

Clary nodded her head, "Yes sorry, I was distracted. What'd you say?"

"I said, maybe we should take Simon demon hunting tonight." Jace said nonchalantly.

Her eyes widened. "What?! He's only been training for a few months. He can't handle demons."

"Clary, he killed demons when he was a vampire an—"

"That's different Jace." She replied quickly, cutting him off.

"It really isn't. Plus, we'll all be around too. Nothing will happen to Simon. We can even—"

"I'd like to go demon hunting." Simon chimed in, Jace glaring at him for interrupting him but quickly recovering since he'd done what Isabelle said she would talk to him about.

"Then it's settled." Jace smirked and stood up and walked towards the door. Clary opened her mouth to protest but shut it quickly. She followed him with the others trailing.

"So, where's a good place to look for demons?" Simon asked glancing over at Isabelle and Clary. Clary mentally scolded herself for never mentioning or having taught Simon during their training sessions. She'd gone with Jace, Isabelle, and Alec at least a dozen times since Simon had begun his training.

"Central Park usually. But I've got my sensor to make things easier. Just since we've got a newbie with us." Isabelle teased, smirking.

Clary listened to their conversation as they neared the park entrance. Jace and Alec were up ahead leaning close to one another as they talked quietly.

They were all wearing black Shadowhunter gear and armed with daggers, swords, and seraph blades. Each one of them was wearing several different runes of protection, speed, agility, and healing.

Clary couldn't help but stare at Jace in his gear. The thick black leather jacket and pants were tight against his muscular build and she wished she could run up to him and sweep the dark blonde locks of hair away from his neck. It was odd seeing how Jace had to look up an inch to meet Alec's stunning blue eyes while if she wanted to look at Jace's golden eyes she had to tilt her head up almost a foot. It was that kind of ironic funniness that made her smile a little.

Clary knew how much Jace loved killing demons; it was almost therapeutic for him. The way he held his weapons with such care and grace showed it. Something her father had taught him to do that Valentine had done himself. However, Clary couldn't blame him, she loved it too. As strange as it sounded, something about driving a blade into a demon's chest and watching it simmer away almost immediately was quite satisfying. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard the beep from the small device in Isabelle's hand.

Without looking, Clary knew that Alec's grip had tightened on his bow; Jace's hand hovered over a seraph blade; Isabelle's hand rested on the handle of her whip; and Simon reached to pull his own bow free. Her hand too now gripped the hilt of Phaesphoros. The blade had belonged to Sebast—Jonathan when he was still alive. The group neared a wooded area and Clary pulled out her witchlight stone, squinting to see in front of her. The darkness that was in this unlit area was so intense it was hard for any of them to see more than a foot ahead.

A scream emitted from her throat as a four headed Hydra lunged at her. She gasped as she patted her side trying to pull Phaesphoros from its scabbard. With a grip of iron, she drove the blade into one of the heads as swiftly as she could. All signs of life left it as the head dangled by the neck. The other scaly heads of the Hydra came after Clary, dripping a mixture of green drool and black ichor on her gear. Suddenly, a bright flash of light went by Clary's eyes and sliced the other three heads off, the disfigured body going limp on top of Clary before sizzling up and disappearing for good.

In seconds, Jace was in front of Clary, holding out a hand to pull her to her feet. "Thanks." She said with a weak smile, glancing at Isabelle whose whip recoiled around her hand. Isabelle grinned in return and nodded.

She was about to speak when Alec yelled, "Watch out!" His hands flew to his quiver and pulled an arrow free. Clary and Jace's heads whipped around as an Elapid demon came at them; only inches away. The arrow flew by Jace's head and missed the creature's eye by a millimeter. Within seconds, another arrow was flying. The runed arrow embodied itself into the Elapid cobra-like neck.

However, this arrow had come from another direction. Clary turned in time to see Simon lowering his bow with a rock-hard expression plastered on his face.

"Nice work." She heard Jace say as she put her blade back in its place by her side.

"Thanks." Simon muttered, still dazed that he had just killed his first demon as a Shadowhunter.

Isabelle hushed them and they all turned to face her. She nodded her head forward, sending a wave of black hair in her face. They all glanced at where she'd indicated as a swarm of about three demons appeared, charging at the group.

Clary barely had enough time to identify the trio of beasts as she pulled Phaesphoros free as time seemed to slow. Her mind was racing still as Isabelle and Simon jumped at one of the demons and she heard Jace's voice whisper the word Gadreel as the Seraph blade in his hand beamed to life. She joined his side, making long strides as the two of them ganged up on the Ravener—that's what it was.

She felt her heart beat hard against her chest as the blade in her hand slit a deep cut on the side of the demon who let out a screech. The demon retreated before leaning on its back legs and hurtling its tail towards Clary. She flipped out of the tail's path as Jace had taught her. She turned in time to see Jace's seraph blade bury itself in the Ravener's chest. Black ichor sprayed onto the pair as the demon vanished.

Clary flinched as a splash of the ichor touched a part of her body that was unprotected, but she didn't notice. The pain was as familiar as the daily pain of dragging a hair brush through tangled hair.

Clary, breathing heavily, glanced at Jace who met her gaze. Neither spoke as she concealed her weapon and turned to see Isabelle and Simon gathered around Alec who was on the ground. Jace's smile faded as he sprinted toward his parabatai. His knees hit the ground with a thump as Clary jogged to his side. Alec's head rested in Izzy's lap as blood seeped from a large gape in Alec's leg. The eldest boy's breathing was uneven and heavy. "Move," Jace said harshly to Simon and shoved him out of the way to examine Alec.

Simon glanced at Clary before moving to squat down next to Isabelle. She was biting her lip to keep tears from slipping down her face. Instead, blood dripped from her lip that she had now cut open.

Jace was carefully peeling off bloodstained gear from Alec's knee. He had drawn several iratze around the injury. It had managed to stop most of the bleeding but the cut itself was still wide open. "I-I'm fine." Alec grumbled trying to sit up.

"No, you're not!" Isabelle spoke sternly, gently lowering her brother back down into a comfortable position.

"Clary." The curly-haired girl's head looked down to the source of the voice. It sounded so pleading and full of sorrow. Jace.

He continued, "Your runes can help him. Please." Jace scooted aside as Clary took his place.

The slender girl slipped her hand into her pocket and pulled out her stele. At that moment, Clary could now see that even though the bleeding had subsided the cut was more of a stab into the tissue and muscle. She'd never seen a demon capable of a wound such as this.

Alec saw her concerned expression and spoke. "It was no regular demon. I-I don't know what it was…"

Simon and Isabelle murmured conformations of what Alec had said. Even more concerned for Alec's state of wellbeing now, she closed her eyes attempting to concentrate, ignoring the eyes fixed on her. Images flashed in her mind of Isabelle's tearstained face after Max's funeral. Jace's parabatai rune faded on his tan skin. Magnus moping around his apartment with only Chairman Meow to comfort him.

Her hand moved automatically, forming the lines of the healing rune. Her hand was shaking and her knuckles white from the powerful grip on her stele; though the rune still came out clear and perfect. Alec sighed inwardly as a little bit of color returned to his face and he seemed to be lighter.

"He should be okay. We should get him back to the Institute though. Just in case." Clary spoke reassuringly; though it was more shaky and fragile.

Isabelle nodded, helping Alec to his feet and letting him use her and Simon for support. "Good idea and before whatever the Hell that was comes back."

They began heading towards the entrance to the park.

Forgetting the events that had just unfolded, Clary ached for her sketchbook and pencil. How she longed to draw the peaceful park at night with its natural look. The park light that beamed by a bench would look lovely on paper and Clary could see how she could shade it to make it even more realistic.

They were walking at a slow pace so Alec didn't have to put too much pressure on his injury which gave her enough time to dream up the image in her head. Clary noticed, once subsiding her thoughts, that Jace stood a few steps behind the others in silence. Clary slowed her paces until they were side by side. She reached for his hand and Jace intertwined his fingers with her, squeezing her hand gently. Clary turned to look up at Jace's eyes. He was looking at her as well and both had stopped walking.

For a moment, she didn't speak. She was lost in his eyes; they were a shade darker than usual, appearing almost a light brown. The moon reflected in his pupils, lighting his tan face, and balancing everything out about his perfect features. "I love you." Clary spoke gently, her voice almost coming out hoarse for no reason.

Jace leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to Clary's lips and she tasted the familiar taste of him as his lips lingered over hers, barely touching. "I love—"

His words were cut short as both glanced back to where a rustling noise had come. Jace's hand slipped down to a dagger on his weapon's belt as a dark figure came at the two at lightning speed, reminding her for a moment how swift her brother had been. The thought was cut short as an Achaieral demon came at the two. It split away, revealing two of them; one headed towards Clary and the other aimed at Jace.

Clary grabbed her blade as the Achaieral flew at her, its pace not slowing. Her focus shattered as she whipped her head to the side hearing Jace groan as he wrestled the demon attacking him. She moved her gaze forward again as she met contact with the scorched-black monster. Reaching a hand up to stab the flying creature, its wing hit her hand hard enough to knock Phaesphoros from her grip.

A gasp escaped her mouth as she moved to kick her legs at the stomach of the demon that now gripped her wrists and held her above the ground. The kick did nothing except enrage the demon. Clary screamed as it released her and she began plummeting towards the nearing ground. Instead of hitting the hard-packed dirt, the Achaieral's talons gripped her shoulders, sending a sharp pain down her back. She felt the warmth leave her body as she became airborne and flew through the night sky.

She heard Jace call her name down below and struggled to look down at him. Clary continued to skirmish, trying to free herself from the hold of the demon until realizing, even if it did let go, she would fall to her death. Her eyes threatened to close as she felt hot liquid stream down her bare skin under her gear where the grasp of the Achaieral tightened. She screamed in agony and pain as the corners of her vision blurred. She saw a bright light and wasn't sure if it was the moon, or the end.

AHHH CLARY! So what did you think? Leave comments or questions or suggestions below! I'll probably post the next chapter sometime next week or maybe the following, it depends. But thank you to anyone reading my writing! It means the world to me and I hope you like it!