Hey guys! This is a story that I've adopted from The Golden Angel, I have changed some things, so I'd like if you read what I've wrote and everything. Give me ideas that you'd like to see in the story, and let me know what you think and if I did any of a better job at it then the original or if it sucks etc. Anyway have fun reading and review please :)

Chapter 1

Jace was bored and nobody was around to help him with that, Alec was with Magnus, Izzy with the bloodsucker, and Clary was spending the day with her mother; helping her get ready with the Honeymoon. He didn't want to train right now because there was no one to train with, and Maryse banned him from training by himself because he tended to go all out and always ended up having to get new punching bags for the room. She told him they couldn't afford to buy more anytime he got a wild hair up his ass and felt like breaking them with reckless abandonment.

Jace sighed and plopped down onto his bed, he could always text Clary and ask her to come and entertain him… He could find many things to do that would entertain them both and make it worth her time, all of which involved a lot less clothes than what he was wearing right now. He rolled over and reached for his nightstand to get his phone when he noticed something else. Clary had been staying his room quite often so it wasn't something uncommon to find her stuff scattered everywhere getting on his monk-like OCD. She even had her own drawer in his dresser and space in his closet, along with stuff in the bathroom making it smell like her with coconuts and pomegranate. So it was no wonder why he found himself staring at her sketchbook located on his nightstand. He grabbed the small book and smirked to himself knowing she would never let him look at it if she were here, and leafed through it; cell phone completely forgotten as he looked at the velvety top of the smooth small book, filled with her thoughts and dreams. She had once told him it was a diary of sorts to her and didn't like people looking through it. I bet there's lots of pictures of me in it, Jace thought smugly.

She had started drawing again after Jace had told her that she could be a Shadowhunter and an artist at the same time. He loved to look at her pictures and drawings, she was crazy talented and didn't even realize it most of the time, he would be lying if he said he wasn't even in the tiniest bit jealous of her skills. He flipped to the back of the book to see her most recent drawings. There was one of Izzy and Sanford- no that wasn't right-Simon maybe? He didn't care much for the mundane turned bloodsucker that he had been slightly jealous of at one point, but in the drawing she captured the way him and Isabelle look together perfectly, they were sitting in the library with a book left untouched between them and they were staring at each other without a care in the world about anyone else. He turned the page and found one of Alec and Magnus, the sparkly, glittery, warlock having the most color in the room sitting next to Alec on the sofa watching TV, from what it looked like one of Gilligan's Islands replays that he had seen while he was there briefly. He flipped the page again and saw another picture of Alec and Isabelle looking stable and ready to kick ass, obviously from one of the first times she had met them with the shock and disbelief on their faces. Is there no pictures of me? I have to be the thing on her mind most he mused as he kept flipping through pages until finally landing on a picture of him, his cheekbones being the sharpest things in the picture of a close-up of his face. He remembers her telling him one day that she didn't like drawing his face because she could never get the nose quite right, but looking at it now it looks perfect and he'd be lying if he said that it didn't inflate his ego already more than it was. He loved that he was in here reminding him time and time again the extent of how much she loves him.

He turned the page one more time and this time found a rune, he cocked his head to the side and stared at it not recognizing it and realizing that this must be one of the runes she came up with. There were some notes written on the side of the page. Next to the use line there was a question mark, he mused over what it could do trying to figure out which rune it looked like most but all he saw was curving lines and gentleness, Clary tried to teach him to be able to feel the rune instead of just learning what it was for but he didn't have the patience for stuff like that. Below it written really fast and in barely legible writing was the words applied to a portal. Not a normal portal rune… Dimensional travel maybe? Possible time travel? It was obvious that she was trying to figure out what the rune did, but it would have been cool if it was a time travel rune but she crossed that option out unfortunately. But that didn't stop his mind from wandering why it would be used with a portal, they'd be the best Shadowhunter's in history if they found out how to inter-dimensional travel to get to other dimensions to stop demons and get an advantage, but for some reason he doubted it.

Jace being the nice person and awesome boyfriend he was decided to try it out and figure out what it did. He went to the library and drew a portal rune, and then on top of that one drew the rune in Clary's notebook. The portal started to change colors looking more colorful that Magnus' closet then a bright flash of white light came about 6 times, knocking Jace flat on his ass and staring up in wonder. The library started to shake and loud booming noises was coming from everywhere terrifying Jace slightly as the books started slowing falling from their shelves and knocking to the floor. He dived for cover behind the couch tipping it on its side as the portal started turning black and gold shooting gold colored things out of the beautiful yet terrifying opening.

After about 10 minutes everything stopped and stood still, him not even wanting to breath only hearing the pounding of his heart in his ears getting an uncomfortable calm before the storm feeling. He sat still for a few more moments then popped back up to see over the couch putting it back on all four legs. What he saw shocked him into more silence as all he could do was stand and stare, there in front of the wall that now had the outline of the used burnt portal was 7 other… Himself? What looked like he had taken them throughout his life most of them from around his age now, the only one looking younger must have been when he was about 6 years old.

The only thing he could think about saying in the slightest as he heard the older 5 Jace's say with him was "Son of a Bitch."