AN: I've been having writers block lately and have just gotten this idea. This is my first Mortal Instruments fan fiction. Hope you guys love it. I got the Idea while I was thinking of a certain blonde and his bad boy ways.

Clary Morgenstern

I look up at my new permanent home for who knows how long. I'm in my mom's old ford truck that's as reliable as a dehydrated psycho. The engine doesn't have a smooth sound like any normal car. It sounds like an annoying, persistent duck quacking. The windows are a punch away from breaking and the seats need a new cover. Not to mention that the paint can be chipped away as easily as cutting microwaved butter.

I look at the high towering building in front of me. It looks like a church which is crazy considering its purpose; babysitting me for who knows why. My mom thinks I need this. What this is, I'm not sure. This church is a getaway for teens that need to "relax". I don't know what my mom is thinking but who knows what she thinks half my life. The daycare is called "The Institute". My mom says "You're special. You may not think it, Clary, but you are.' The Institute' will help you figure out who you are," whatever that means.

Ugh, I hate thinking this way. I'm usually not this negative, but I'm so confused right now. I'm just angry that I don't get to see my best friend, Simon, for a couple of weeks. We're both eighteen, and we both graduated high school real early. I believe we were both fourteen when we graduated. We have been best friends since pre-k. I remember it like it was yesterday . . .

I was sitting at our snack table all alone and then this little boy with extremely curly black hair and nerdy glasses.

"Hi, can I sit?" the nerdy glasses boy asked. I looked at him for a long time trying to figure out what kind of nerdy boy this was.

After awhile I said," Do you have cooties? My mommy, Jocelyn, told me to beware of boys with cooties," he frowned at this and looked at me Like I was nuts.

I can't help but chuckle at the image of his little four year old baby face glaring at me.

"No, I don't have cooties, you crazy women! Do you want me to sit or not?!" I straightened up and made a split decision.

"Okay, Okay! I was just being safe." I mumbled. He sat down across from me and opened his juice box and graham crackers.

Ever since that day we've been friends. Now, I have to be away from him forever! Well, not forever, but for a very long time. He still gets to come on visiting days, but not very often because New York and London are very far away from each other and a lot of money too. Money that Simon and His mom, , can barely find. They have a little extra help from Simon's sister, Rebecca, too. He'll be flying into the dark gloomy place when the first visiting day comes. I used to live in London when I was younger, but I barely remember any of it because I was so little. Sometimes I see London in my dreams, but that's it. This is the first time I've seen it since I was two, which is when we moved to New York.

I jump out of the truck and almost tumble over. I'm too short to step out like a normal person would so I have to jump out like the shorty pants I am. I regain my balance and face the church like building. It towers above me with glory. I look ahead at the entrance and see a sign that says, "The Institute" and then has an odd mark below it that makes me itch for my sketchbook and pencils. Below the sign is a creepy double door entrance and in front of the double doors is a man with brown hair and blue eyes hidden behind a pair of modern day glasses. He looked about my mother's age, but more nerdy. He was wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans.

Mom starts walking forward and smiles like she knows him. He smiles the same smile and starts down the stairs. My mom then surprises me by saying, "Luke Garroway. How's life been to ya?" she chuckles as he wraps her in a hug, and she hugs him back?! I'm so confused.

"Hasn't been the same without you. You look good," says this "Luke Garroway". My mom untangles herself from the embrace and looks up at, the rather tall, man.

"You look good yourself. Head of 'The Institute' and a trainer, "my mother says," Looks to me your living the in luxury."

"Jocelyn, I really need to say I'm sorry for-"He doesn't get to finish his sentence because my mother cut him off.

"Luke, not know. This is important," Jocelyn said with a stern face, her smile nothing but a shadow. His smile falls and he looks serious now. He looks up at me and smiles gently. He walks away from my mother, towards me.

"Hello, I'm head of 'The Institute', you can call me Luke. I haven't seen you in awhile. You look much less two. How old are you now?"

"I'm eighteen, and I don't believe we have ever met. My mother hasn't ever mentioned any 'Luke Garroway'," I stated. After I said it I saw a flash of pain on his face for a few seconds but then it disappeared; gone just as quick as it came.

"Well, I'm sure she'll tell you more about me soon. Anyway, let's get you to your room, so your mother may explain everything. Then you can get settled and we can get to work," he smiled and turned to my mother who was currently standing next to me with her hand around my shoulders, pulling me closer to her."Do you need help with her bags?" he asked.

"I would appreciate greatly if you could help," my mother said and turned around, releasing her arm, and walking toward the truck again.

. . . . .

Luke was carrying almost all of the bags with no struggle. Mom and I were carrying two bags and I have no more bags in the truck. Apparently, He just had a nerdy look. He was bumping into doorknobs, paintings, and plaques as he led us down the long corridors and several floors. Apparently, this gigantic place didn't have an elevator. That is crazy. Especially since I'm on the, like, tenth floor I think heard him say. At least I'll get plenty of exercise.

Luke soon says,"Aha, here we are; tenth floor, first door to the left. You're lucky. It's just you and one other person on this floor, so there won't be much noise. Plus you won't have to share a bathroom with anyone because the other person is a boy," I could tell he was trying to break the silence since I hadn't talked to my mother since we grabbed the bags. Luke reached into his pocket and drew out a key. He shoved it into the keyhole and twisted it to the left. Click. Luke swung the door open and walked to a doorway in the corner of the room. The room was simple and dull. The walls were white and in the center of the room was a four post bed. There were two windows on each side of the bed with no curtains or blinds. Beside the doorway in the corner, that I now suspected as a closet, was a desk."It's not much. You can start unpacking and I'll step out while your mother speaks with you. Let me know when you're done, Jocelyn'," and then he left closing the door gently behind him.

"So," Jocelyn said, "what are your questions?" she looked terrified of what Clary might ask. Clary was silent. There were too many questions swirling through her mind. She finally settled with one.

"What is this place?" I asked, my voice more of a whisper.

Jocelyn took a deep breath and said, "This is going to take awhile," and she sat down on the bed.

Jace Herondale

I'm in my room staring at the ceiling and listening to my favorite playlist when I hear a car door slam. I remembered Luke, the person in charge of "The Institute" and the man who has been taking care of me for awhile now, saying something about a new "student" coming today. I think back to the day before.

"I want you to look out for her," Luke was saying, "Okay?" he said not sure if I was even listening. Usually I wouldn't but whenever he talks about someone new it grabs my attention. Plus, he seems extra worried about this person that it worries me a little.

"Why are you so worried about protecting this little girl?" I ask, tired of wondering.

"She's your age, not a little girl anymore," he said, clearly drifting.

"Anymore?" I ask ignoring the comment about her being my age, "You used to know this person didn't you? Please tell me you don't have a crush on a girl that's my age when you're around forty," I say a little nauseated at the thought of it.

"No. You're right about me knowing her, but wrong about me liking her. I was good friends with her mother. I used to know her before she and her mother moved to the United States," Luke responded, straight faced. I smile a little when I understand what he meant by"good friends".

"Did ya love her?" I ask him curiously. His face pales and I wonder what happened between them.

He straightens and says," This is not about me. This is about you helping me protect Clarissa."

I gasp a little at the name not knowing why a name that means nothing to me affected me. Luke noticing my gasp furrowed his eyebrows but shook away the confused face."So, will you?" he says.

I think for a moment and then respond "I'll try. What harm can a girl be?"

"She doesn't know what she is yet, Jace" he says. I tense a little. A girl that is angry, confused, powerful, and doesn't know how to control any of those things, is very dangerous.

"Well, in that case you better make sure the insurance is up to date," I smirk a little and Luke chuckles.

I sit up as my favorite song, "Right Girl" by The Maine, comes on. I walk to the window and pull my navy colored curtain aside and suck in my breath as I see a short girl with red hair, looks around my age, and say, "Clarissa."

AN: Sorry I ended them at different points but I kinda had to so . . . anyway hope you loved it. I'll update soon and please give constructive criticism.