Darkest Powers and Mortal Instruments Crossover

Chapter 1: Idris

Author's Note:

If you haven't read The Summoning, The Awakening, and The Reckoning by Kelley Armstrong, as well as City of Bones, City of Ashes and City of Glass by Cassandra Clare, I advice you not to read this. Be spoilt at your own risk. I don't think there is much, but still…

And the length of the next chapters may not be as short as this. Chapter 1 is like a Test drive, I'll see where this goes.

Clary found Chloe, Derek and Simon looking over the bridge in Idris. Before Valentine had broken into the walls of Alicante, before the government in Idris had been altered and rewritten, they wouldn't have had the opportunity to stay here. They were Downworlders at birth, whatever scientific basis the so called Edison Group's experiment was based on, Clary wasn't sure if the process was actually scientific. Valentine had left Idris and travelled around the world, it's not far that he had shared an idea or two about what demon blood can do to an unborn child.

I doubt that's even stem cell research. Clary thought to herself.

Chloe caught Clary's eyes at first, and she smiled with a little nod. The girl seemed very shy. Judging from her height, it looks like Chloe could understand what it's like to be the smallest. She and Clary are both small enough, but not useless. Not really.

Simon Bae, as always, is the first one to break into a grin and greet her.

"Good morning!" The optimism in his voice is coincidentally similar to someone with the name similar to his. Perhaps anybody named Simon is never hopeless, always moving forward.

"How are you doing?" Clary stumbled through the crowd of Shadowhunters and momentarily paused in front of her visitors. "Where are Kit and Victoria?"

Derek made a gruff sound and said, "They're off somewhere. Doing daddy stuff," he snorted lightly. Clary saw the girl at his side elbow him. It's odd, how she can see her and Jace at the sight of the two. Derek added a light riposte, "and you might want to call her Tori instead. I know it's shallow, but you'll never know when simple stuff like that get ugly."

"Huh," Chloe coughed, "you know your sister very well, don't you?"

Derek just scowled. She wondered if he had years of practice doing that, since it seemed rather consistent.

"and you were here for?" Simon politely asked, as always, softening things when they get too awkward.

Clary smiled. "I was looking for my best friend."

She saw Simon raised both eyebrows, as if seeing someone behind Clary.

"Never saw him lately," a voice behind had answered, "he can still walk in the sun the last time I checked. He's still very special indeed."

"Vampires don't walk under the sun?" Chloe asked.

"Unless you get to bite a great Shadowhunter friend, no, I don't think so." Jace replied with a submissive snort. "and you might want to ignore the 'friend' part of that statement."

Though it came out innocently sarcastic, Derek was the one who seemed offended. The other boy straightened, "Actually," He spoke in a deep voice, "I've known a few vampires walking under the sun. They didn't need any Disney-generated blood the last time I checked."

"Of course," Jace spoke, "you think chemicals are better than my magical blood?" He matched this with a swift swoon of his eyebrows and added, "Disney's a dream come true to most people."

"You mean kids?" Derek grumbled and smirked, "You look too young to be a pedophile, but I don't think that's entirely impossible."

Clary glanced at the other blonde girl in front of her and raised their eyebrows.

"This is getting out of the topic," Clary spoke.

Jace just grinned and said, "I already answered your question. The oaf's fine, I tell you. He might be looking for cow's blood or something. You'll never know."

Jace and Simon were in better terms after the encounter with Lilith. Actually, it had been the best they've been since the two met. Jace had called him amundane, to bloodsucker, to a penguin and finally, just Simon. The insults are just good signs that they're still friends.

Clary saw a hint of dark hair over Jace's shoulder and smiled, "or he's with Isabelle."

The other girl with long dark hair and beautiful face waved at their direction and pulled Simon away without allowing him to come closer.

"I am quite disturbed by the idea of having him as my brother," Jace murmured. "May the great One save our genes." He paused like he had something else to say and held back. He said nothing. After all, Simon had saved Clary when he couldn't.

"So," Simon—the warlock—spoke from behind, "I guess this is the part where we finally get to know a little bit more of each other? Maybe on icebreaker game or something?"

Derek shot his brother a look. Chloe just smiled.

The cockiness was back in Jace's voice, "who in the world doesn't know me?"

"If you mean you being an ass, yes, we do." Derek says.

"Oh yeah? So why don't you—"

Chloe cut him off with a "This is ridiculous."

Jace ignored what he had to say and said, "I'm a Lightwood, werewolf." He twisted his head for a moment, looking at the dark pullover Derek was wearing and spoke, "and my shirt somehow found its way in your closet?"

"They came here running, Jace." Clary jumped in. "I got that from your closet."

"Somebody's sneaking into my room?" Jace only whispered this to Clary, but Derek heard this. The teenage werewolf looked away as if disgusted. "You can give them the tour, then. Your gorgeousness needs to fix things before Magnus comes home in a Sari."

Clary let out a small laugh for a moment and nodded.

Tori wasn't sure if she was still in Alicante.

She had walked off in front of Kit a few hours ago. Simon already knew what they were weeks after she did. It was like Kit didn't trust her about it. And thanks to here ever-pleasant brother, she knew it before Kit had a chance to break it into her as gently as possible.

The heat wasn't scorching in Idris, but it wasn't entirely cold. She was wearing a dark cloak over her shoulders. Isabelle's boots were two sizes bigger than her feet, the other girl didn't really like the idea of other people borrowing her stuff—which Tori understood, since they might have the same line of thinking.

"Walking alone in an unfamiliar place?" A masculine voice spoke behind her.

Tori whirled to face a tall boy with platinum hair, his face was angled and his jaw was set—somehow, he reminded her of Clary. Tori dismissed the idea. So far, Clary didn't have a brother to begin with.

"Do I look like I'm lost?" Tori spoke.

"yes you do," the boy stepped closer towards her. "Need help, young warlock?"

"I'm not a warlock," She said firmly, looking for a way to get him to step out of the way.

"Oh, what do you call yourself again?" He stepped closer, "a witch isn't it?"

Tori gave him a grave look.

"You seem to think very mundane," He tsk-tsked, "what a pity. And you're not immortal, I take it?"

"Okay. Look, beach boy, I need to be alone. So I need you to get out of my way." Tori sidestepped and he didn't move. She tried to walk further, but he raised an arm in front of her.

"I can knock you down all I want, you know," Her eyes turned to slits.

"I can do that, too," He smirked, "you're Victoria, right?"

"Tori," She was impatient.

"I like Victoria better," He grinned, "like a queen."

"That's an old line, you know?" She spat.

He smirked for a moment and winked at Tori, "I'm Jonathan."

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I'm very aware how short this is but, whatever. Shall I leave it like this, or do I continue?

Or maybe you like the first person perspective (like how Kelley Armstrong did in the Darkest Powers Series) better?

-Lianne :D