"Clary! Make a Portal!" Isabelle yelled as she tried to fend off a demon.

Clary killed off the demon and ran to the nearest wall, creating the rune. She was halfway finished when gold caught her eyes. She turned her head, finding Jace fighting off a demon. Alec ran off to Isabelle who had two demons on her. Jace killed it off, but did not seem to notice another approaching him from behind.

"Jace! Behind you!" My voice seemed to yelled on it's own accord. He looked up to meet my eyes, but broke off to turn around. His hand seemed to glide through the air and through the neck of the demon, beheading it.

"Clary!" I heard Isabelle again, and I turned my attention back to the rune. It took longer to work than usual, but it eventually lit up like it was supposed to. The Portal opened, and I yelled for Alec, Isabelle, and Jace. I watched them finish off their opponents and run towards me and through the Portal.

"Get off of me!" Clary yelled. Being the first to jump through the Portal, she had been the first to come out and had ended up at the bottom of the pile. The others slowly got off of her. Once they were all up on their feet, they looked around. They found themselves in a dim hallway lit with witchlight.

"Where are we?" Alec asked, his blue eyes watchful. "It looks like an Institute, just not the one in New York."

"Clary, where did you send us?" Isabelle asked.

"I-"

Before she could answer, two people rounded the corner. We all slowly took our weapons out as they came closer. The man and the woman were deep in conversation and did not take notice until Jace stepped forward.

The couple looked up, the man immediately put his hand defensively in front of the woman. "Who are you? We weren't told about anyone visiting," the man said. Under the witchlight, we could see that he had hair the same shade of red as Clary's.

"Where are we?" Jace asked. His golden eyes staring at the man skeptically.

"The London Institute, why do you ask?" the man answered, seemingly confused.

"This can't be it. I've been to the London Institute, it looks nothing like this," Alec answered. He had stepped behind Jace.

The woman stepped beside the man, who Clary had just noticed was sitting in a wheelchair. The woman was small, her brown hair in a plait, and was obviously several months pregnant. "Though I have lived at this Institute my whole life, I do not recall you ever visiting," she told Alec.

Clary saw her hand reach for the man's, who she assumed was her husband. Just then, she noticed what the man was wearing. His clothes looked as if they had come out of a book from the 1800s.

"What's today?" Clary asked. From the corner of her eye, she could see the others looking at her questioningly.

"Why, it's March 27," Charlotte answered.

"What... year?" Clary asked. She saw the confusion in the couple's faces, as if she had gone crazy.

"1879."

"So... you are from the future?" the redheaded man asked. They had moved to the drawing room, where they were being served sandwiches and tea.

"Yes, we are actually from New York," Isabelle told them. They had taken turns explaining what had happened and how they had arrived at that time.

"Well, now that is all cleared up, why don't we introduce ourselves?" the woman asked, "I'm Charlotte, and this is my husband my husband, Henry." She lay a hand on her husband's knee, who then wrapped an arm around her.

"I'm Isabelle. Isabelle Lightwood. This is my brother Alec, and our friends, Jace Herondale and Clary Fray," Isabelle said, indicating the each of us. Clary watched the couple, and the dawn of realization on their faces as they turned to eachother.

"Actually, we have a Herondale and the Lightwoods at the institute right now... Likely ancestors of yours... would it be okay if we invited them?" Charlotte asked.

Ancestors? The young group had never imagined meeting their ancestors and to have them in the same building? Clary felt a bit disappointed, was it possible that she meet her ancestors as well?

"Of course," Alec answered. If he was curious, he was doing a great job at hiding it. Charlotte whispered something to the maid who had come in, and she nodded, hurrying out of the room.

"Will, get down, don't be ridiculous," Tessa warned her fiance. They were in the training room, along with the Lightwoods, who were currently training herself, Sophie, and Cecily. Will had somehow found himself on a beam above them.

Tessa had to admit that she was glad he was acting this way again. After Jem had left for the Silent City, she had thought he would never go back to being... Will.

"Ridiculous? I am anything but!" Will insisted, balancing himself as he walked.

"I beg to differ," Gabriel said from across the room. Before Will could retort, Emily, the new maid, appeared in the doorway.

"You must all come! Mrs. Branwell insists! It is urgent!" Emily said hurriedly. They all dropped their weapons and followed her down.

After Emily left, they were met with a terrible silence. Clary looked down at her hands. When she looked back up, she met Charlotte's eyes. Clary turned away, wiping her palms on her gear. She looked up instead, this time noticing the scarlet robes Charlotte was wearing. They had the the 4 Cs that Clary had associated with the Clave.

"Charlotte Branwell," Alec quietly breathed beside them. Not quiet enough, for Charlotte had suddenly looked up at the sound of her name.

"Yes?" she asked. "You know my name?"

"You were the first woman Consul.. I remember reading about you in the Codex," Isabelle said.

"I- why, yes, I guess I am," Charlotte said, blushing at the thought of being in the Codex.

"So you're Henry Branwell, huh?" Jace asked.

Henry looked baffled. "You- you know who I am? How?" he asked.

"Well, you did invent the Sensor, the Portal, and glitter- which I think is just something they put in there for laughs," Jace said, holding up his Sensor.

"I- I did?" Henry asked, getting excited, "Lottie! Do you hear that? My inventions have done well!" Charlotte laughed at the husband's antics.

Alec looked as if he were thinking of something at the moment, then asked, "you are going to have a son, right?" The Branwells nodded. "What were you planning on naming him?" he asked the couple.

This surprised everyone. Why was Alec choosing this time to ask about baby naming ideas?

"Well," Charlotte said, "we were planning on naming him Charles Fairchild, since I am Consul."

"Charles Buford Fairchild," Henry corrected. Charlotte rolled her eyes, a smile still on her face.

"Fairchild?" Clary asked, shocked. She looked to Isabelle beside her, who seemed as shocked as she did.

"Yes, why?" asked Charlotte, wondering what was significant about her son's name.

"My... my mother is a Fairchild," Clary said shyly. So they were her ancestors? Clary had just found out a year before that she was a Shadowhunter, and it turns out, her ancestor was the first woman Consul? And another ancestor of hers invented the Sensor and the Portal? Clary stifled a laugh as she remembered her first encounter with a Sensor, shoving it down a demon's mouth.

"So... you are our descendent?" Charlotte asked, amazement in her eyes. She stared at the young girl, the girl with the same red hair and freckles just like her beloved Henry. She looked over to her husband and squeezed his hand.

Clary nodded, anxious about their reaction. She was surprised the next moment, when Charlotte engulfed her in a hug. Minutes passed, until she let go. Clary, unsure what to do next, tentatively got up from her seat in between Jace and Isabelle, and went to Henry. Something about this couple had pulled her in, not doubting that they were her blood.

Henry too, gently pulled her for a hug, and Clary made sure to return it. Just then, the door opened. Clary let go of Henry and saw that a group had entered.

A boy with black hair and blue eyes, like Alec, was the first to speak, "what's going on here?"

Edited: 05/19/2013