So, I've had an idea for this fanfiction for a while now, and I finally got around to writing it! ~SeraphAnaklusmos

Lightning flashed around Clary as she stared into Jace's eyes.

"You can't be serious."

"I am. I want you to go to the Silent City. You'll be safe there," Jace looked away.

"Need I remind you that's where Valentine stole the Mortal Sword from?! That's the place where I rescued you!"

"If you won't go, I'll have Magnus drug you and lock you in his cellar."

"And if you lose the war?" Clary demanded.

"Then I guess it won't really matter, will it?" Jace shot back.

"I will not go. You need me!"

"We can fight without you, Clarissa. We don't."

Clary was furious. "You bastard!" Clary shoved him, hard. "Get away from me!"

Clary sat upright, breathing hard. She looked over the picture on her nightstand, of her and Jace, and felt a pain stabbing her heart. She had refused to step down and let the others fight alone, causing Jace to threaten her involment, which didn't go over well with Clary. She sighed and reached for her sketch pad.

She gasped as an image came into her mind. A rune, almost like a Portal, held together inside a circle. She grabbed her stele, threw on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, some tennis shoes, and proceeded to drawing the rune on her bedroom wall, which she would have to explain to her mother later. The Portal opened and Clary stepped threw.

Will Herondale was in the middle of a very nice dream, in which he was burning a duck alive while Gabriel Lightwood ran around in a bunny suit. He was not pleased to be awoken by a short- of not pretty- redhead girl falling from the sky.

"What in Raziel's name-?"

The girl looked up at him with sharp green eyes. "Um... Where am I?"

Will looked at her, wondering what the hell was going on. "London." He saw the runes on her arms and added, "The London Institute, actually."

The girl stood up, revealing her odd ensemble. "Okay. What is the date?"

"November 11th. 1887."

"Oh." The girl paled. "Oh my."

"Er... Would you like to sit down, Miss...?"

"Clary." She paused, as if to think of what to say. "Clary Fray."

"Pleased to meet you, Miss Fray. I am William Herondale, but everyone calls me Will."

"Honored." She fainted.

Will swore in Welsh, calling for Henry, a little confused. After explaining what had happened to Charlotte, it looked like she was going to faint herself.

"Henry, take her to one of the spair rooms. Will, I suggest you try to go back to sleep."

Will saluted and crawled into bed, wishing he could go back to his dream.

Clary blinked and once again found herself wondering where she was before remembering that a Will Herondale had said they were in the London Institute.

She sat up to find a small woman with brown hair- pulled back in a bun- and green eyes, almost like hers.

The woman smiled. "Hello. I'm Charlotte Branwell."

"Clarissa Fray, but you can call me Clary, everyone does."

"Pleased to meet you, Clary. I assume Will told you where you were?"

Clary nodded. "The London Insitute, November 11th, 1887."

"Correct. I, and my husband Henry, run the Intitute here. We are pleased to welcome you. Now, may I have Sophie show you some dresses you may like?"

"Um... Kay."

Clary ended up picking a simple navy blue dress with a small bow in the back, with a pair of black gloves. She opted to keep her tennis shoes, which the maid, Sophie, gave her an odd look for, but said nothing as she proceeded to combing and styling Clary's hair into a small bun in the back, with two strands in the front.

"Thank you," Clary told her as she left.

Sophie nodded and bowed. "It is no problem, miss. Please excuse me, I have to help Brigit prepare breakfast."

Clary nodded and walked into the hall when Sophie came to call her for breakfast, accidentally running into a handsome man with silver hair and eyes.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!"

He smiled at her. "It's fine, it was my fault. I'm Jem, by the way. Jem Carstairs. You must be Miss Fray."

"Please, call me Clary. It is nice to meet you," she replied, remembering her manners at the last second.

Jem smiled. "The pleasure is all mine. May I walk you to breakfast?" He held out his arm.

Clary took it smiling. "You may."

Once they had reached the dining hall, Clary whispered to Jem, "How long was I asleep?"

"Three days."

Clary gulped.

"Ah, Jem, I see you have met Clary!" Charlotte beamed at the both of them, "Clary, this is Tessa"- she pointed to a tall girl with curling brown hair and grey eyes, who smiled. She had a beautiful necklacefin the shape of an angel. Clary was sure she'd seen it before. -"My husband, Henry-" a tall redheaded man- "Cecily Herondale-" a girl with long black hair and sharp blue eyes, she looked much like Will- "And I believe you've been acquainted with Will."

Clary nodded. "I have."

"And this is Gideon Lightwood." A stocky, light haired man with pretty eyes.

She say next to Will, who gave her a strange look, as if wondering what planet she came from.

"Now, I was going to tell you..." Charlotte launched into a speech Clawry barely listened too.

She was sitting alone in her room when Henry burst in. "You might want to come, Clary. We have a visitor."

"Who?"

"Gabriel Lightwood, and he's covered in blood."

Clary stood and raced down to the entrance hall, intrigued to find a man with brown hair and green eyes demanding his brother. He was indeed soaked with blood.

Ta-da! What did you think? I liked it. It was fun to write! I hope you all like it as much as I do! Please follow, favorite, and review!

Looking better in black,

Yours truly,

SeraphAnaklusmos