What would happen, if, when had lied to Clary and gone to Idris, she'd decided she'd had enough and left. This will eventually have the same events as City of Glass, but the story takes palce over a longer period of time.

There will be some made-up characters.

The London Institute

Clary stood in the Institute, outraged. Jace had lied to her! How could he? He hadn't wanted her to go to Idris, so he'd lied to her about the time they were leaving, and his plan had worked. Now she was stuck here in New York, left with nothing to do but except sit by her mother's bedside and hold her hand, praying that Jace would find Ragnor Fell.

No. She couldn't. She'd had enough. She snatched her suitcase from the floor and ran up the stairs, leaving a concerned Luks and Magnus behind her.

She ran to the room she'd stayed in while living in the Institute, locking the door behind her.

I won't stay here, I can't stay here, she thought. She peered out the window, which looked out upon the small garden on the Institute's east side. Then she saw it.

There, carved onto a wall, were the marks of rune-magic. The marks were shaped like a square, like light around a half-open door.

The Portal.

Suddenly she remembered. Her powers with runes. If she was able to rip apart an entire ship made of metal and steel with a single open rune, why not be able to create a Portal as well?

Clary turned away from the window to face one of the bedroom walls. She took a deep breath, stepped nearer to the wall, closed her eyes, and thought, Portal.

The rune began to draw itself in her mind. As it formed, she drew on the wall, the black lines forming a figure as she progressed.

Once she was done, she took a step back and opened her eyes to survey her work. The rune was in the shape of a dark flower, which melted and changed until it was the outline of a wall.

Clary was elated. She ran to the bed and picked up her suitcase. Then she stopped, suddenly realizing two problems.

One: She couldn't just leave without an explanation. Poor Luke already had enough on his mind, worrying about Jocelyn.

Two: You had to be able to imagine where you wanted to go to use a Portal. And she certainly had no idea where it was she was going to go. If one thing was certain, she definitely was not going to Idris.

She worked on solving her first problem. Clay opened her suitcase and took out her sketchpad and a pencil. Hesitantly, she wrote. A single tear rolled down her face and landed on the letter as she finished. She wiped the wetness off of her face, and quickly read over her letter to Luke

Luke,

I'm sorry. But I had to go. I just had to. I won't sit here and sulk- well, I guess

I am throwing a childish fit, doing this. But I can't stay here. I didn't go to Idris,

Luke, just so you know. I can't tell you where I'm going, because I honestly, don't

know where I'm going, not yet. Please don't come after me. I'll miss you and Mom

every day that I'm gone. Again, I'm sorry.

Clary.

Clary sighed heavily and tore the page out of her sketchpad, then lay the letter on the bed and turned away. Now for the other, more important problem. Where to go? She'd never been outside of New York.

But they never said that you had to have gone to the place to be able to go, just that you had to be able to imagine it.

And she had seen many pictures of many different places around the world. She ran images through her mind, thinking of all the pictures of different placed she'd seen.

She thought about going to San Francisco in California, but quickly changed her mind. She definitely wanted to get out of the United States.

She contemplated between Paris and London. She quickly decided on London. She'd always wished she'd been born in England and grown up having a British accent. She also remembered being told that there was an Institute in London. She could go there.

She picked up her suitcase and stood in front of the Portal, conjuring up the image of Big Ben in her mind. She suddenly made up her mind that she didn't want to go unprotected, so she went, as quietly as she could, to the weapons room, grabbed two seraph blades, and stuffed them in her pocket. She quietly went back to her room. Now she was ready.

She picked up her suitcase again and, like before, pictured the image of Big Ben in her mind. She took a deep breath and stepped through the Portal.

ok. so what do you think? review please. it's my first fanfic. if you revies i might add the second chapter sooner rather than later, even if the reviews critisize. Flames welcome. if the story sucks bad, then it sould be noted that it was made annd typed in the middle of the night.