HEYLO(: Welcome to my crazy mind. So, I was sitting there the other day, reading FanFic, and decided I really needed to write something for Mortal Instruments. This is just a first taste; let me know if you want more, or if this should stay a one-shot! I know something along these lines have been done before, but I promise this will be original! Just some ideas are the same. Pinky swear (:

SUMMARY: Clary and Jace have a falling out, and Clary leaves. She goes to a different Institute, and trains her butt off. But, New York is having some issues that only Clary and her new friends can figure out... Post COG, ignoring COFA (for now...=)

CHAPTER ONE

(CLARY POV)

I knew this was my entire fault.

I was the reason this beautiful golden boy was lying on a hospital bed, looking for all intents and purposes dead, except for the minute moving of his toned chest.

A single tear drips from my green eyes, splashing down to land near his closed ones.

Jace.

Why must this crazy wonderful man jump in every time I'm in trouble?

Oh, yeah that's right.

Because I suck at fighting demons, that's why.

I groan as the memories of a few hours earlier swallow me up.

The pounding of the beat resounded through my head, and I knew I needed to take a breather.

I could barely walk in the 5 inch stilettos Izzy had forced me into, and the air inside Pandemonium was thick with hormones and the stench of the sweat dripping off the dancing bodies.

We'd already taken out one demon, so I figured I deserved a break. I didn't need to tell anyone, because

I was a big strong girl who could handle myself if anything happened.

That's when I saw it. Jace was dancing with a beautiful blonde girl. As I sat there and watched, they reached for each other's faces, and promptly started to suck them off.

No.

He was cheating on me already?

It would appear so.

A piece of my heart ripped away, and shattered as Jace broke away and saw me looking on.

Breaking away from the mass of hot bodies jumbled together on the dance floor, I stumbled out into the alleyway behind the club.

No sooner had I sunk down against the wall did I hear the door slam open once more. Squinting up against the streetlight, all I could see was a tall and muscular silohoute.

Jace.

As my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized just how wrong I'd been.

If I hadn't been paying so much attention, the demon's glamour would have gotten the best of me.

The jagged lines of teeth sprouted from a garish mouth decorated with studs of what looked to be human teeth. The pure red eyes stared at me with a hunger that chilled me to the bone. Then, I noticed the claws. Where there should have been normal fingers, there were talons, ending with a wicked gleaming point.

Scrambling up, I desperately searched myself for the dagger Isabelle had placed down my shirt (well dress.) I grasped the hilt, pulling it out as the leering demon advanced.

I threw the dagger and rolled backward, just as he leaped. The lucky shot hit his chest, but the spray of black blood didn't slow him down.

Oh dear.

I was out of weapons.

Just as I thought it was the end, salvation arrived.

Something impossibly gold leaped onto the incoming demon's back.

Jace looked up, gave a look of mixed frustration, guilt, arrogance, and reproach and raised his arm, his seraph blade shining brightly in those bronzed piano player fingers.

However, when I snorted, Jace looked up at me, and lost his focus. The demon took full advantage, flipping Jace over his shoulders, and onto the ground. Before either of us could move, he sunk his teeth into Jace's arm, and my boyfriend went still.

Crap.

Something shining and gold flashed through the air, wrapping itself around the demon's mottled head.

With a yank of Isabelle Lightwood's famous whip, the demon was dead and folding in on himself.

"What just happened? Last thing I saw was Jace sucking some random girl's face off, and you running off!"

When I didn't answer, she ran to her adopted brother, her jet black hair swinging out behind her.

I followed suit.

There was nothing we could do, as the demon venom coursing through Jace's veins right now was beyond either of theirs' ability to heal.

Guilt washed through my body as I looked at the still body in front of me. Alec had had to carry Jace's dead weight back to the Institute, where Magnus had done his best to heal him. However, Jace was still healing as best as he could.

If I had been a better Shadowhunter, none of this would have happened. My fault.

I needed to get away, and let Jace live on with his life.

He didn't want me anymore, yet had saved me… Out of guilt. Jace had a strong conscience, well apparently not so strong, and I knew he would always save me because he had broken my heart. Knowing myself, there was a lot more life or death situations to come.

Fortifying my resolve to save those I cared about, I stomped to my room, away from the man I loved, who apparently didn't love me anymore.

I grabbed all the clothes I had, and stuffed them into a thick leather bag. I didn't want to tell anyone where I was going.

I only paused to change into Shadowhunter gear, the feeling of the tough leather reassuring me that I could do this.

The only person I saw was Isabelle, her mouth opened to say something to me. Her beautiful face was contorted into emotions I couldn't read, but when she saw the look on my face, she moved out of the way.

Once outside the Institute, I drew the rune for portal, and watched as the black hole opened in front of me.

I stepped in, and imagined a place I could be happy without Jace, Izzy, Alec, Simon, or anyone I cared about.

I was swept away to a place far away from here.

SO! WHAT DID YOU THINK? I know it's not very good, but I just had to post it... Like now. So let me know what you think! Of course, I'll rewrite it eventually, but review please! Should I continue? Or just let it be? Let me know!

Love, Blue Raspberry

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! It's all Cassandra Clare's.