The crackle of the fire was dull in her ears. Warmth spread across her body, along with the numbness it had already been subjected to. All she could focus on was the mere realization that she was finally going home. Sure, she had been living in this tiny house for a few years, and she loved her new "friends", but there had been only one goal in her mind for the past few years: going home. Caleb's voice echoed in her ears until he snapped her attention back into focus. For a moment, Clary's fingers twitched with the urge to draw what she was feeling, but she hadn't gotten her sketchpad out since even before she came here.

The ropes being tied to her wrists felt scratchy yet secure. Gray-blue eyes bore into Clary's own green ones with worry and uncertainty; this was uncharted territory for all of them. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" the boy, Caleb, asked.

Her eyes averted to the kitchen wall behind him where her own bow and arrows hung. Another pang of—what was it? Relief? Apprehension?—curved down her spine. When she used her bow and arrow, she felt like she had a piece of Alec, especially since it was his. She missed him as much as the others, even though he had hated her when they'd first met. Swords had always been her better armament, but her housemates only had so many weapons.

The island she was leaning against dug into her lower back, but without her hands free, she had to use something to hold her up besides her own two feet. With her hands tied, she felt off-balance, a feeling she had gotten used to over the years. This balance wasn't really a literal one, but the kind that just left a sense of uneasiness under her skin. She hated it. Without being with her family back home—despite the fact that her housemates technically were her family—she had never been at ease, always fluttering about the house, desperate for something to do, desperate to go home.

Clary nodded her head, fiery curls bouncing over her shoulders. This is it. She's going back. All this time of healing and training, and she's finally allowed to see her friends and family again. This time, anticipation spiked down her spine to her fingers, and yet again she itched to draw something. A slight sense of fire running down her veins caused her to take a deep breath, trying to calm down. It went away as quickly as it came.

A smile snaked across her lips as Caleb tightened the ropes, despite the pain that initiated from the motion. His hands were gentle on hers as he expertly tied the knots, trying to be careful not to cause her too much discomfort.

Blond hair entered the corner of Clary's vision as two long arms enveloped her from behind. Seeing the silver chain hooked with a penguin charm, the red head knew immediately who was hugging her. Bevelyn. After a silent plea, Caleb stepped away from Clary as she turned around into the embrace of the usually-bubbly Shadowhunter.

Bevelyn's fingers dug into the other girl's waist as she hugged her for the both of them. Clary couldn't move her bound wrists, not having had expected this. She had kind of hoped that everyone, except for Caleb, would have been asleep.

It would have made the pain more bearable.

"I'm sorry," Bev whispered into Clary's hair.

Pulling her head back a little, the red head furrowed her eyebrows at her friend. "For what?" Her voice came out thick with emotion, on the verge of tears.

The girl released her friend from the hug as if she had been stung and clasped her hands together. "For giving you the cold shoulder. I knew you were leaving, but still I refused to trust you, to forgive you. Not that there was anything to forgive in the first place." Her words shook a little, indicating her embarrassment and regret. She looked sheepish, her head bowed.

Raising her bound wrists, she tucked a strand of blonde hair away from the girl's face. "It's not your fault any more than it's mine. Jeremy was a complete douche bag who took advantage of the situation. You deserved better." Clary smiled at her friend. "Besides," she added. "I may not have handled it very well either."

"You were still recovering," Bev was quick to inform.

Clary rolled her eyes and shook her head. "We both did and said things we regret. Can we just forget about it?" Her pale fingers reached out and grabbed ahold of the blonde girl's clasped ones. Her fingers were soft as flowers petals against her hand.

Bevelyn gave a half-hearted smile. "You're going to do that anyway, so we might as well." The smile was quick to fall after that.

Face falling, she was about to say something when she heard the scuffle of converse on the hard wood floor. Clary turned to see a little girl with downcast eyes standing in the middle of the living room, anger and despair etched into her posture. Her jet-black hair swung like smoke around the small of her back as she turned quickly around, refusing to look at Clary. She had never been all that great at speaking her emotions—she got that from her mom—and the girl's stature screamed that she wanted to talk, but she also giving off a vibe of Leave me alone. Figuring out what this girl wanted half the time was a feat all on its own. Forget demons, understanding her was a full day job.

"Ellie," Clary choked out. Her eyes split to Caleb for a second before she ran—hands still bound and taking slightly her off balance—to the girl, half-kneeling in front of her in order to be eye-level with her. Reaching out, Clary lightly grasped the hem of the girl's ACDC t-shirt. Brown-gold eyes flitted to her green ones as she turned to her, tears threatening to pour from the little girl. Her face was thin, and so was the rest of her body, but she was still so strong. Seeing her ink-black hair and brown-gold eyes, Clary couldn't help but think of Isabelle—which was to be expected, considering Elliana was Izzy's daughter.

There was not much of Simon in her physically, but her mannerisms were just like him. He was there in the way she spoke and her love for all things Dungeons and Dragons. He was there in the way her big eyes glistened at her, begging her to stay without saying a word.

"I'm sorry," was all Clary could manage. Elli had become somewhat of a little sister to her, just as Isabelle had been like an older sister. The little girl pressed her lips into a thin line, not daring to say a word. She had already voiced all of her disagreements with the plan, even though deep down she knew that this was what had to happen. She hugged her arms around her small frame and turned back around.

Clary turned back to Bev. She had on her usual mud-caked boots along with skinny jeans and a plain blue tank top. A flash of silver caught Clary's eye, and she noticed the penguin keychain again. An identical one flashed on Clary's own wrist. She had decided not to take it off, no matter how much it could jeopardize what they were about to attempt.

Eyes glistening, it was obvious how hard Bev was trying to stay strong. It reminded Clary of Luke, Bevelyn's uncle, and her mother, Amatis. Their family had always been so strong, and even though Clary had witnessed Amatis turn into something unnatural that night at the Burren, she would always look at Bev with pride of what her mother made her to be. It was also slightly confusing due to the fact that while Amatis was Bev and Caleb's mother, the Amatis that Clary knew was not the one who birthed these two. She was a dark Shadowhunter...and their mother had always been good. They had tried to explain it to Clary once, but to no avail.

Then there was Caleb. His shaggy brown hair and blue eyes had nearly ever girl swooning. The others often joked about how many girlfriends Caleb went through, back where—no, when—they were from. The Shadowhunter gear hugged tight against his lean frame. He had a build very similar to Jace, but his shoulders were broader and his body not nearly as elegantly shaped. He had a smile plastered on his face, but only because someone had to.

When Caleb's eyes looked at her sternly, she gave one last glance towards the closed door at the beginning of the hallway.

Moriah.

Clary itched to go talk to her, to say goodbye, but goodbyes were not something Moriah was good with…if the events from the previous month had been any factor.

Sighing, Clary walked over to Caleb and stood in front of him, excitement and despair thrumming through her veins together like fire and ice. While she had always yearned to return home, she had formed a family of sorts with this rag-tag group of misfits. Leaving was harder than she thought it would be. Clary's eyes flickered from Bevelyn to Ellie and back to Caleb, a knot twisting in her stomach at the sight of them.

There used to be ten of them. Ten kids had fought through the burning embers of time to save Clary, healing her and training her. She had grown fond of her rescuers, and when a vampire raid killed half of them, it had broken the rest. Especially when one of them was one half of a set of twins, and another was one half of a romantic couple.

Of the ten, there was Caleb and Bevelyn, the duo siblings who, if you didn't hate them, you loved them. They were the darling children of Amatis Herondale and were much unlike Luke and Amatis in their sibling ways. Separating them two would never even be an option with how close they are to each other. Death alone would separate them. They had survived the raid.

Then there was Ashely and Corban; the two were so close they were almost joint at the hip. Ashley, a Shadowhunter, had been Alec and Magnus' adopted daughter. Corban, a werewolf, was just an orphan. They had been dating six years and were about to get married, until the raid killed them.

Elliana and Rose were the spectacles of the group, the identical twins who seemed to be everywhere at once all the time. Both had been in their second year of preteen age when it happened. Isabelle presented herself in both the girls physically, but Rose was the only one who had acted like her as well. Something about the girls looking like Izzy gave Clary a pang of reminiscence when she looked at them. It was nice to have something to remind her of her friend and supposed Parabatai in their future.

Alike in many ways, the girls were influenced by their parents differently. Nevertheless, they loved each other, more than anything. When a vampire tore through Rose, something inside of Ellie broke. There is something different about losing a Parabatai or a sibling, and Clary wished to never find out because if someone as strong as Elli could harden like she did, then it must be too difficult of a burden to bear. Ellie often described it as losing an arm or a leg. They were there at one time, and even though they are gone now, you still feel the ghost pains and the painful remembrance that it will never come back.

Moriah and Sidney resembled Alec and Magnus in many ways. Moriah was the fierce and hardened one—as Alec was—and Sidney was the mysterious and majestic one who lived for all things fashion—like Magnus. Red curly haired fringed the sides of Moriah's face, but the golden eyes that gleamed at her told the story of a boy who had learned that to love is to destroy. She was Clary's daughter, and Jace's. Sidney was Alec and Magnus' other adopted child. She had been a warlock—purple eyes and blue hair being her demon marks—and she had died via a wooden-oak stake through the heart, her own weapon used against her.

Jeremy didn't die in the raid, no matter how much the others had wished it upon him. Oh, no, he survived, but he used his freedom to kiss Clary while she had been on some serious pain meds. The raid had taken its own toll on Clary, though it had not killed her. The bad part? He had been dating Bevelyn at the time, and she had not taken too kindly to that. Nobody has heard from him since.

There's probably one important piece of information being left out. All these kids, save for Clary, came from the future. When they had been told about the plan to go back in time, they left immediately, realizing the stake of their world. They had been told by their parents how the whole time-travel thing worked, but they couldn't really wrap their head around it, and frankly, neither could Clary. Apparently, in one timeline, Clary would have succeeded in killing Sebastian with the heavenly-fire-laced Heosphoros. But in the future, one of Valentine's old Circle members had gone back in time to stop that, only sort of succeeding. When he did, Sebastian didn't die when plunged with the Heavenly fire, but he did become comatose. Somehow, the man had told him a spell to protect himself that only sort of worked. He then woke up in a cell many years later, and then escaped, only to find the man to go back in time to try to save his past-self once again. He had a slightly different plan this time, though; he didn't go to the same point in history. He had him go to a time early on in the war and told past-Sebastian certain events he needed to change, like not Turning Amatis and killing both Jordan and Maia. She had been the truce between the werewolves and vampires in the first reality, they had been told, so past-Sebastian took that away. Amatis had been a personal offense to his sister and her friends, and without that push…they were still adamant to kill him, but with less of a personal vendetta. That was the timeline the kids were from: Shadowhunter—human—Amatis and a dead Maia and Jordan. Still, Clary managed to stop him, and he still got captured.

This time, his plan had been to do something different, something that didn't involve just saving himself. He had a bigger picture that the kids wouldn't tell her. They had been sent out to protect the angelic girl and had taken her in to allow her to heal from the demon boy's attack.

At first, they had been confused by how their parents even knew about the previous time-travel attempts in the first place, but apparently the Iron Sisters had more to their job description than they were letting on. The Iron Sisters had actually been the ones to give their parents the order to send them in. Just like Sebastian could never be the one to go back in time himself, the children's parents couldn't go back in time where they already existed, so they sent the kids. Brilliant plan.

Their parents had told them Clary was supposed to protect someone important, the key to stopping the war. Now, none of them had been told what war or who that person might be, but they still did what they could. They knew that they had to stop history from letting Sebastian win, or—

"We can never go back to our timeline." Caleb had said, rather intensely. "If Sebastian wins, then he will have created a new timeline...one that will ensure his success, and he will find a way to cut us off from going back to ours. We will never to be able to go home."

No pressure.

This news had been a little unexpected, to say the least. At first, Clary hadn't even believed them. She thought that maybe she had actually died in Edom, and they were her angels, but that thought was immediately dismissed by how bazaar the whole situation was. People from the future? Wanting to save her of all people?And not only people, but children. Children of her friends and family.

It was like learning about the Shadow World all over again. The craziness and just the outright impossibility of it all telling her, yet again, "But wait, there's more."

Eventually, they had drilled the story into her head enough times that it was like hearing about the weather, mundane. She also grew to fall in love with this little make-shift family. She missed those who had died in the vampire raid. Ashely, Corban, Rose, and Sidney all gave their lives for their friends. Now, only Caleb, Bevelyn, Elliana, Moriah, and Clary were here.

Jeremy was still alive, and while Clary wished to just forget about him and put it all behind her, she knew that him being missing could garner a huge problem later. Where was he? Was he changing history too much? Did it even matter? She didn't know.

Nonetheless, Clary didn't think on it too much. Soon, she wouldn't even remember it, and she wanted to spend her last moments thinking of good things, like her new family. She missed her friends back home, a sorrow so deep she never thought she'd get rid of, but she also hated that she had to leave her new ones. Nervousness hummed in her veins, and she had to visibly restrain her hands from shaking, sparks coming off her finger tips.

Her thoughts quickly shifted to Simon. Hearing about what he had become in the future filled her with content and peace. There was one thing he had hated the most since finding about the Shadow World, and he didn't have to fear it anymore. Just the thought that going back meant he wouldn't get that freedom anymore shattered her heart, but she knew that maybe she would find a way to help him. Still, a part of her would be whole again simply by being back with him.

Alec was another man in her life that she would be happy to see, him and Magnus both. It's no secret that he hated her at first, but she missed how he always treated her like the little sister he never wanted: annoying, but he still loved her. Seeing Magnus again would be like walking into a surprise birthday party: glitter everywhere and an unusual amount of biscuits. It was comforting to finally be seeing the man who had helped keep her safe nearly her whole life.

Thinking about Jace was too overwhelming. It was like getting an intense kiss, it made her weak in the knees. Too many emotions and thoughts swelled inside of her when he crossed her mind, and this moment was no different. She was scared, eager, depressed, and furious all at the same time. But for now, she focused on her feelings of eagerness. She would finally be with him after all these years. The smile on her face broke out in a grin.

As if reading her thoughts, Bevelyn smiled also. "Tell Jace I said hi," she said.

For a moment, Clary hesitated, a million different emotions rushing at her all at once. Shyly, she turned her head to look at the blonde. "Bev, I-"

"I know," Bevelyn interrupted, eye averted to her own muddy boots. "You can't. Forgetting us and everything, I know."

"Hey," Clary said in a soft voice. Her fingers reached up and gently steered Bev's face to look up at her. Looking at the girl's red and watery eyes, Clary continued, "You know I love you, right? You're the sister I never knew I wanted, and there's nothing that any spell can do to take that away. Okay? I may not remember it, but it'll always be there."

Nodding, Bevelyn took a step back, murmuring an "I love you, too" as she did so.

Clary turned and locked her gaze on Caleb, gently grabbing his hands in hers, eyes saying what she couldn't say out loud. I love you, as well. You're the brother to me that he never will be, the brother I wish I had been given instead.

He nodded, expression saying that he understood. They had always managed to be able to speak to one another with just their eyes, and this time was no different. But he chose to say the next words out loud, echoing his sister's "I love you, too."

Sparing one last glance at Ellie, who had her arms tightly wrapped around herself. She wished to go back over and hug the small girl, but she knew better. Flicking her eyes to the hallway, Clary again hoped that she'd see a flash of red hair and gold eyes, but they didn't come. That was probably for the best.

Giving her full attention to Caleb, she saw that he had some herbs and magic vials in his hands. He began speaking as he lathered her arms and face with the herbs and whatever was in the vials. He then grabbed his stele off the counter and looked at her for permission before slightly lifting up her shirt and setting the stele to her skin. It burned for only a moment. "Okay, now I'm going to go over this again." He cleared his throat and continued. "The rope is so you don't scratch any of the herbs off you, and because it is part of the spell, something about it symbolizing your memories. Also, the rune I just put on you will flare up, and I don't want you to scratch it off. The magic in the portal will combine its energy with the magic I am putting on you and will cause the right memories to—say, go away. We'll be wiped clean from your mind, but everything before you met us you will keep. But remember, do your best to not take this rope off. It doesn't say what could happen, but since it symbolizes your memories…I would say that removing it would be a bad thing once the spell has started.

"Once back in New York, you will remember none of the past two years. That's what I am for. I'll use the story I made up to better smooth out the plot holes when your family finds you. Okay?"

Clary nodded her head, eager to get going.

"Alright, then that's that, I guess. Let's go." He tightened the ropes on her wrists once more—almost sadly letting his fingers glide over the bracelet on her pale wrist—before turning around to make a rune for a portal. As he drew, Clary gave one last glance to Bevelyn who gave her a small wave. Clary returned it, mouthing goodbye for the last time.

Once drawn, the wall he had used was drowned out by a huge space-like hole. There was a hand on the red head's shoulder, powder blown in her eyes, and then it seemed as if her stomach was falling to the ground.

As soon as her foot crossed into the portal, her wrists instantly started burning as if on fire, and she screamed as if they were so. A spot on her stomach also started burning, and she couldn't help it as another scream ripped from her throat. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she struggled with what was causing her so much pain. Almost as soon as it started, the sensation and the pressure went away, a feeling of freeness washing over the area.

She sighed in relief, but then images started to flash behind her eyes.

A tall blonde girl with blue eyes smiled mischievously at her, but then she started to fade. A boy with different hair but the same eyes frowned at her, but then broke out into a smile. He too vanished, along with a petite-looking child who had smoky-black hair and tears in her eyes. Then there was a girl with curly red hair and gold eyes until she, too, was gone. She disappeared before Clary could even grab onto the name.

Suddenly, other images came to her and vanished just as quickly. Two people with the same ink-black hair but different-colored eyes came and went before she could get a good look at them. Then there was a boy with gold hair and gold eyes. Jace, Clary thought. He smiled at her, but then he was gone.

Others came into view, and they too disappeared, leaving Clary feeling even more lightheaded as she felt like she was falling. Memories came and went before she could even grab a hold. It was dizzying.

Pain ebbed its way across Clary's back as she slammed into the ground. She coughed but didn't dare open her eyes, afraid of what would happen if she did. Moving her wrists, they screamed at her. She peaked open her eyes to look at them, and she appeared as if they had been scorched. When had she been on fire?

Eyes darting about her, Clary took in her surroundings. Grass surrounded her, and off to the left of was an old-looking home that appeared to double as a bookstore, with a wooden fence around the back. Where am I? She thought.

Shaking her head, Clary started to stand when a hand appeared in her view. Any progress she had made trying to get up was lost in the jolt of shock that raked through her. Stumbling back down, her hands rammed into the grass as she attempted one last effort at keeping herself upright. The hand above her shook a little, and Clary looked up to see a tall boy laughing at her. His handsome brown hair and dashing blue eyes were not enough to stop the flash of frustration she felt at him laughing at her. He had on all black, looking a little like the stereotypical guy who rides motorcycles.

Clary vigorously ignored the hand and stood up, brushing off her pants. Once all the grass was off her olive jeans and gray tank, she looked back to the boy. As if sensing her frustration, he retreated his hand and shoved it forcefully into his pockets.

"Rough landing?" He asked uneasily, eyes nervously dancing from her to the house.

Squinting her eyes at him, she threw her hands up exasperatingly. "What are you talking about? Who are you?"

"Wow. You weren't kidding when you said you were bad with names. I mean, I feel like I should be offended, considering I saved your life." When she just stared at him, he hurried to continue. "Um, my name is Thomas, remember? We're kind of friends."

"Friends?" The red head asked suspiciously. "I've never met you before in my life." Sensing something wrong, Clary took a few steps back.

Almost instinctively, the boy—Thomas—took a step forward and was instantly a foot away from her. He dipped down and locked eyes with her, staring at her briefly before easing back on his heels, a scowl stretched across his baby face. A scowl that almost seemed fake. "Sebastian took your memories, didn't he?

"Who's Sebastian?" Clary asked, eyeing this guy as if he was an alien, which he probably was, for all she knew.

"That ba-" He seemed to start automatically, but he cut himself off, almost as if choking them off. His eyes flitted to her for a long, horrified second, widening in what appeared to be realization and horror. His lips parted, suddenly appearing to be at a loss for words. "You—He's—What do you mean 'Who's Sebastian'?"

"What else could I mean by that question?" She asked slowly, as if speaking to a dumb animal. Seriously, who was this dude?

"I just—it's just that—How on—" He broke off his attempt at making a coherent sentence, took a deep breath, and then continued, speaking rather rapidly. "What all do you remember, exactly?"

She looked at him questioningly but continued anyway. "Um, well, the first thing I remember is falling on my butt and then you randomly talking to me."

He shook his head, like that wasn't what he was asking for. "No, no, not just this moment, but like ever. What all do you know."

"That's it." She said simply.

"What do you mean 'That's it'?"

"That's all I remember."

"Like ever?"

She gave a curt nod. "Yeah."

Pause. "Do you know who you are?"

"No…" She stated perplexedly. "I can tell you how long it takes to get from Manhattan to Amityville, and the best place to buy art supplies, but I can't tell you my name." She paused, confusing even herself by what she said. "I feel weird asking, but what is it?"

"You're…" His eyes raked over her worriedly. They halted at her bloodied wrists, her bare bloodied wrists. "Oh, f-"

A loud car honk startled them both, interrupting the biker guy from his near-profanity. Clary turned to see a tall man with dark, uneven hair and a similarly-colored short, scruffy beard walk out of the building, grumbling and then making a forceful show of pressing the button on the car keys in his hand until it clicked unlocked instead of honking. He was holding a large mug that read NYPD, but something told her that he wasn't a cop.

Clary, oddly drawn to the man, started to move towards him when Thomas grabbed her arm. He shook his head. "Something went wrong, I have to take you back."

"Take me back? The hell you are." She harshly tried to pull her arm out of the boy's grasp, but his grip tightened, almost to the point of pain.

"Clary, please—"

The sound of glass shattering to the ground made both of their heads jerk up. The man who had been trying to get into his car was now gaping shamelessly at both of them, but he was staring at her. There was a puddle at his feet of whatever dark liquid was in his mug, but he didn't even seem to notice. She heard a soft "Luke" escape Thomas's lips, but she wasn't focused on him anymore.

"Clary?" The man asked tentatively, almost in a horrified manner, his long legs pushing him towards her in only a few steps. He hesitantly reached out and touched her forearm. After a long pause of no one saying anything, he gripped her forearm and yanked her forward, wrapping his long arms around her. She realized he was trembling, his arms closing her in tighter and tighter.

She wanted to say that she was weirded out by this, but it felt warm. Maybe she actually had a family, and this was her father or uncle or something.

Before she could speak, he continued on. "Oh, Clary, thank the Angel. How is this possible? Where have you been?" He then quickly pushed her away, holding onto her shoulders at arm's length, staring intensely at her. She just stared dazedly at him. Close up, she could see that he had really deep blue eyes, eerily similar to the boy's that was right next to her. Even the hair-

"Sorry to butt into this little reunion, but Clary here seems to remember nothing about anything…so you might be freaking her out just a little bit." Thomas interjected.

The older man—Luke—sharply released her arms as if he'd been stung but didn't relinquish his gaze except to glance at the boy, as if just noticing him for the first time. Yup, they had strangely similar eyes. "What?" Luke asked, his blue eyes igniting in confusion and horror.

"Uh, well, here's the thing. It, um, it appears that Sebastian has stolen her memories. He kidnapped her, and I found a way to escape with her. He must have somehow figured out how to erase her mind, though. I was never there, I was a prisoner myself, but I assume what he did to her or what she saw while she was there is something he wanted to keep secret." She knows the explanation was more for Luke than herself, but she couldn't help but listen on and notice how…rehearsed his explanation sounded. It just added to the growing uneasiness she felt towards this strange boy.

Luke tore his gaze from Clary and turned it on the boy, brows furrowing. Clary didn't really remember her past self, but she could tell that she was not a patient woman. Listening to them two talking about her as if she's not there was really getting on her nerves. "He appears to have taken more than just what he did to her, then. What's wrong with her?"

Double pairs of blue eyes fell on her, and she felt her blood boil, but she didn't say anything. Thomas sighed, roughly running a hand down his face. "She doesn't remember anything of anybody. She doesn't even know her own name." He said defeatedly.

Crossing her arms over her chest like a child, Clary stood her ground. "I know my name's Clary."

Thomas waved her off and turned his attention back to the older man. "I know you don't know me, but just know that I did everything I could to bring her back, and I am willing to take her with me to find a cure for her memories."

The older man shook his head immediately, glancing wearily at Clary. "No—No, I just got her back. I'm sure there is something the Silent Brothers can do." At that, Thomas snapped his head up. There was wonder in his eyes, but the rest of his face was perfectly masked. The boy started to open his mouth to reject him, but Clary watched as something shifted behind the older man's eyes. "I am not letting her out of my sight. That is final."

Thomas stepped back with his hand raised, as if to surrender. "Okay, take care of her. And Clary?" She looked sharply up at his face. "I will figure this out, and I will fix it. Do you think you will be able to hold on for a while and stay with Luke?" He reached out and lightly touched her forearm, a pained look on his face, as if he was holding himself back from something.

Shyly, Clary nodded and watched as he turned and walked down the street. There was something unsettling about him leaving, like she would miss him, though she didn't even know him. Though maybe she did, and she was just missing something.

She turned back to Luke and saw him staring confusedly at the boy. "He knew my name." He shook his head and then turned to her, his eyes lighting up. Without saying a word, he reached out a hand to Clary. Hesitantly, she grabbed it, and he started to guide her to the house-bookstore type building.

When she looked back, Thomas was gone.

A/N:

So I recently rewrote this chapter…only the time travel part, though. (Yeah, I rewrote a rewrite. Don't judge me.) Also, the way I worded it confusing, I know. If you don't understand it, don't fret too much over it. It's not that important. Heh. Sorry. And yes, this is my second attempt at the story as a whole. I'm sorry to make y'all wait so long (like very, very, very long) for an update. I hate it when I read slow-updating or, in this case, almost dead stories, so I feel extra bad. I seem kind of hypocritical. And yes, I am a super slow writer. I doesn't help that I'm writing an original story on top of this one, but this one should be faster because I know where I'm going with the story, and all I need to do for 14 or so chapters is rewrite them and make them better. The main reason I stopped writing this story was because I despised my old writing. There just felt like there was a ton of substance missing. But yeah. So please don't hate me.

Ah. One more thing. For those who have read the first draft, I changed a few names of my original characters. One of them was once Julian and is now Bevelyn because I didn't originally think about the fact that Cassandra Clare already had a character named Julian, and he was a boy. Lol. So yeah. And then I was like "Let's change more names just to confuse myself."

Expect new chapters to be given in 2-week increments. If I finish one early, I will post it early. The 2-week thing is just to make sure that I have a schedule. My original story is a bit of a handful, so I gotta keep that in mind. But yeah. So. I hope y'all enjoy this rewrite.