A/N: I have another TMI story, I have a bit of a writers block on that one though :( so I decided to give this idea a try. It starts towards the end of book one and continues on from there. Tell me what you think, and if I should keep going. R&R Enjoy :)

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing Except my OC. Everything else belongs to Cassandra Clare, lots of love to her.

Chapter One

"Jonathan I'm going to the institute it seems Hodge isn't as useless as we thought." Valentine Morganstern addressed his son.

"Stay inside don't make me regret bringing you." He added the threat lacing his words.

"Yes father." Jonathan answered his voice emotionless. He wasn't bothered by the rule or the threat. His father left the building without a backward glance.

Jonathan sat sideways in the chair his black boots hanging off the arm of the chair. He brushed his white blond hair out of his eyes and gazed out the window his eyes as black at the night sky.

So this is New York Jonathan thought to himself. He stood from his chair and made his way to the window his pale hand reached out and moved the curtain aside and he gazed down at the mundanes. He smiled vaguely the smile never reaching his eyes at the silly mundanes hurrying around the city was still buzzing even at night.

A flash of black and gold caught his gaze. His eyes followed the girl. She moved slowly down the sidewalk clutching at her stomach. Her long goldish blond hair curled down before coming to a stop at her petite waist. She wore the shadowhunter gear and her pale arms were streaked with black runes. Her hands stained red with blood the mundanes moved on the sidewalk not seeing her.

Jonathan moved to the door and opened it the girls shadowhunter training shows when her head snaps up at the sound of the door opening.

"Are you injured?" He asked, a weird feeling tugging in his chest something he's never felt before. He standing inside the door his eyes not moving from the girl.

"I just need to get to the institute." She said her eyes glancing over his face. He reeled a little at the color of her eyes. A shade of gold, I hate gold he thought bitterly.

"Thats still a bit away." Jonathan said feeling the bitterness leave him. He opened the door wider and stepped out of the doorway reaching out to help the girl. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding him as the girl took his hand instead of recoiling on him. He helped her into the building and eased her into the seat he occupied not too long ago.

"Let me see." He said brushing his hair to the side yet again.

The girl moved her hands letting him look at the wound. She studied his face carefully looking for something that would give away just how bad she was hurt, she found nothing. He moved away quicker than she could have imagined. She struggled to follow his movements as he dug through a drawer. He moved back to her within a blink holding an object she easily recognized.

She moved her gear out of the way giving access to her shoulder, he drew the rune with a stead hand. Relief came over her delicate face as the rune did it's job easing the pain and healing the wound. Jonathan moved back slowly almost reluctantly.

"What's your name?" He asked twirling the stele in his long fingers.

"Alexa, what about you?" She asked staring up at his face, her heart beating faster missing his light touch.

"Jonathan." He answered. She smiled up at him.

"Well thank you Jonathan, I have to go, Maybe I'll see you around?" She asked the hope clinging to each word.

"Maybe." He said sliding the stele into his belt. He moved back giving er room to stand and walked her to the door.

"Alexa?" He said her name opening the door and moving to block the path.

She turned her head up to him and gazed at him seeing the conflict on his face, she looked away waiting for the boy to speak.

"Stay away from the institute tonight, and Renwick's" he added almost as an after thought. Confusion sparked in her golden eyes while something fierce sparked deep in his black eyes.

"You really don't want to go there tonight." He said at a whisper moving out of the way to let her pass.

The girl nodded her head and left the building she moved slowly almost like she didn't want to go. Jonathan stood leaning against the door frame until she was out of sight. He closed the door and leaning against it letting out a deep breath.