Okay, so hello again. I'm back. But, this time with a chapter revision. I looked back on some things I had written earlier, about the plot, and realized that this wasn't how my story was supposed to start out. So, I shall restart it, this time the way it was supposed to be.

I hope whoever has read it isn't upset; I just wanted it to be… right. The right way. So, with much reluctance, I present to you the real first chapter to Forgotten. Enjoy.

Please review!

"Hey, shove off!"

"Get your greasy mitts off me, you twit!"

"Will you both just shut up and quit fighting already? Jeez, just give it a rest!"

"He started it!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

And so it continued, much to Fey Youngcross's annoyance. She and her fellow Shadowhunters had been riding in the subway for about an hour; her companions were getting restless. She herself could use a break to stretch her legs.

Only a few minutes more, Fey thought to herself. Of course, she had been telling herself that for the past hour, every time her friends got into their little disputes. She sighed tiredly. Fey hadn't gotten sleep in quite a while, having been too excited to get to New York for sleep. It had been quite a surprise when the guardian of the London Institute where they lived together—also their legal guardian—had sent them on a sort of mission—as he had put it—to go help those in New York, for they seemed to need some extra hands. Fey hadn't argued; she hadn't been to New York in years.

She was wincing now as her companions' arguments escalated in volume; she was sure someone was going to come out and tell them to shut up. Fey wasn't sure why no one had yet. The mere fact that nobody had even glanced at them was practically a miracle.

Or a glamour.

"Fey!"

She winced again. Drat, she thought. Dragged into the argument again.

"What?" she asked pleasantly, out loud. She looked over at her fellow Shadowhunters. Christina Lovelace, the second oldest below Fey, was currently between the other two trying to separate them. Her brown hair was erratic, sticking up in different ways and directions; a look she would so kill the other two for making. She had a kind face, tan skin, and bright hazel eyes that were currently looking at Fey helplessly.

The other two were siblings. Both two years apart in age, Kyle and Marina Whitelaw looked nothing alike. Kyle, the older of the two, had black hair and calming green eyes set above a straight nose and a pleasant smile that could usually make Fey's day. Marina was the exact opposite. Two years younger at the age of fourteen, she was the stereotype of a teenager. Mousy brown hair and brown eyes with a small, dainty nose made up the features of her face, along with a small mouth that wasn't really all that small when she opened it and started talking. The girl was sarcastic and sometimes cruel with her words. Sometimes Fey thought Marina was even more sarcastic than her.

"Fey, make him stop bothering me!" Marina whined.

"I didn't even do anything!" Kyle insisted. "I didn't even look her way when she just out of the blue hit me!"

"You were looking at my text messages!" Marina accused. Fey sighed. Marina was obsessed with her cell phone.

"Fey, please do something!" Christina cried as the siblings proceeded to try to hit each other around her.

Fey scowled at the siblings. They stopped struggling immediately, knowing that they were going to get in trouble. She stood up and walked over to Marina, holding herself up carefully. She reached down and took Marina's phone from her hand, causing the girl to cry out, though she didn't dare try to swipe it back. Then Fey walked over to Kyle and grabbed his arm, dragging him back with her to her seat and plopping him down beside her.

"I'll give this back to you," Fey said to Marina. The younger girl looked like she was about to burst into tears across from where Fey sat. "When you deserve it." She tucked the phone into her coat pocket, just when the subway reached their destination. People started walking off and onto the platform, shoving their way out of the train. Fey and her friends followed, getting through much more smoothly than the other people.

They stood on the platform, marveling at the sights before them. Banners of propaganda were everywhere; people walked everywhere they looked, talking on phones, talking to people, or just loitering. Garbage was also everywhere, and Fey thought she wouldn't be surprised to find homeless people here after the place was empty. They moved away from the doors of the train, moving to stand by one of the pillars near the trash cans. While people couldn't see them, they didn't want to take any risks.

Fey and her friends huddled by the pillar, heads bent out of habit. "So," Fey said, getting down to business. She wasn't one to delay, or lay things down slowly and gently. It just wasn't her way. "First thing's first. We haven't eaten since yesterday, and it's already the evening. We have to go eat something. How do you think the guardians of the Institute will feel, having four young, ravenous, and obnoxious"—she glared pointedly at Marina and Kyle—"Shadowhunters from London who are supposed to help them? Very helpless, I would think. Now, come on. Let's go find someplace."

The four of them joined hands, much like they did when they were together on their own, and went out of the subway station to look for a restaurant.

~0~

"So, what do you think they're like, guys?" Christina said around a mouthful of bread and meatballs. She licked the sauce off of her fingers, one by one, making a satisfied smacking sound after each. Fey and the rest of them had found a small Subway restaurant on the corner of a busy street. People were apparently too busy to buy or eat at Subway; the store was completely empty and a poor bored employee, a boy with glasses and braces that shone when he talked, sat at the counter, looking wistfully at the clock.

They had all ordered foot-longs—two each. Fey was on her second one, already done with the first, and Marina was a bite away from finishing her second as well. Kyle had finished about five minutes before, as Fey knew this was normal teenage boy behavior. Christina was still on her first one, just finishing it. She was always the slowest one of their group.

"I don't know," Kyle answered, sounding thoughtful, "hopefully not as temperamental as Grey. That is something I think we deserve a long break from."

The others agreed, though it was half-hearted. Grey was the Guardian. The Guardian of the London Institute and the legal guardian of Fey and the gang. He was the one who had taken care of them and raised them all from the age of twelve, Fey being the second to join the family after Christina. Christina had been younger and more than happy to let Fey take the lead of caring and leading the others. When Fey wasn't there, she was in charge. Then Kyle, but not really Marina. Marina was a little too distracted when it came down to it. Easily panicked.

Fey knew that they would all miss their easily-annoyed guardian. But she also knew that while they would, they wouldn't admit it. The group just wasn't that out-coming.

"Boring," Marina said, her eyes glued to the screen of the television in the corner of the booth. It was on some reality TV show that all of them knew nothing about, but that didn't stop her from watching it. She was clearly mourning the loss of her phone, Fey knew.

"You think that of all people that you meet. And then later on you say that they aren't boring and then pretend that you never said they were," Fey accused, rolling her eyes. Marina seemed to ignore her, sparking annoyance in her. "Will you look at me while I'm talking to you instead of staring at the telly like an idiot?" Marina frowned, looking over at Fey slowly.

"I'm not an idiot," she said defensively, "you took my phone! I want it back!"

"See that?" Fey pointed at Marina accusingly. "That right there is exactly why I haven't given you your phone back. Attitude. And a lot of it. I don't like it, and it is unnecessary. Once you change that, maybe I'll consider giving you your phone back."

"Consider?" Marina cried incredulously. "That's all you do if I change my attitude? I deserve to have it back once I've changed my attitude! You're being unnecessarily uptight!"

"No, actually, I'm not. You don't deserve it, the way you've been treating us. Look at Christina; she's always had your back in a fight, she's never let you down, she's even offered to be your parabitai, and you turned her down. Granted, you were twelve and she was fifteen, but still! She did that for you. Look at Kyle; he's your brother. You treat him like he's not even worthy enough to be something scraped off the bottom of your shoe! He's loved you, cared for you, protected you all your life, and he's also put up with all of your crap because of all of that. And you don't even seem to care.

"You act like you're above everyone, but you are not. You act like you don't care, like you're heartless, but I know that you aren't. You care. You love him and Christina deep down, but you just don't want to show it. You've got a big mouth, and you have got to shut it up before you get into something we'll have to get you out of. Or else I'll shut it for you. Change that attitude of yours and I will consider giving it back to you."

Marina, Christina, and Kyle all stared at Fey, mouths agape. Their eyes were wide with surprise, Marina's filled with an unexpected hurt. Fey gazed at them steadily, eyes and mouth set sternly. Marina slowly closed her mouth and sat quietly. Her eyes filled with unhappy tears. Fey watched, a small spark of guilt settling in her stomach.

She loved Marina, she really did, even if those feelings weren't mutual, but she needed to be told that the way she was acting wasn't right. Fey wanted Marina to know that she needed to have some respect, that she needed to consider what another person might feel about the way she acted. Marina waltzed around a place like she owned it, like she expected everyone to hand her what she wanted. But it wasn't that way, and Fey wanted her to know it. This was not the way she used to be. She once was actually quite sweet and shy and nice to her brother. But then she started Shadowhunter training, and everything changed. She started being mean to her older brother, talking back to her parents, talking back to everybody. At least that was what Kyle had told her. Fey met Marina when the younger girl was eight years old. Fey had just turned twelve then.

Still, Fey had witnessed the rare moments of kindness from Marina when she hadn't known Fey was watching. Fey had seen Marina go into Kyle's room at night, and sometimes followed her in there, using the runes of Swiftness and Soundlessness. Marina just sat there by the bed and watched her brother as he slept. She would watch for ten minutes at the most, while Fey hid somewhere in the room, usually in the closet. Then Marina would leave to her own room and Fey would come out of her hiding place. She would sit by the bed and watch Kyle sleep herself. She wondered what Marina saw, tried to find some reason that Marina would want to watch her brother sleep at night. The week before Grey had sent them away, she found it.

Kyle looked just like his father when he slept.

From what Kyle had told her, Fey knew that Kyle and Marina were orphaned. Their parents had died in battle, just like so many of the Shadowhunters before them. Fey was the same, parentless. She knew how much it changed a person, to not have parents. When Grey had asked her if he could be her care taker—Heaven forbid he call himself her father, for he knew just as well as she did that nobody could replace Drew Youngcross—she had accepted with a guarded heart, not sure she was ready to lose yet another person she cared about. For the first six months, she did not let herself care about Grey. But when he continued to care for her, to be gentle to her even when he was in one of his temper-fits, he won her affections. From then on, she cared about him, her temperamental guardian.

When Kyle and Marina had come to live in the London Institute with her and Christina, who she had gotten along with swimmingly, she had been guardedly optimistic. She had not let herself hope. She already knew the consequences of hope. She had greeted the two siblings with a welcoming half-smile. The smile had slipped off her face when Marina had spoken, the first words she had uttered spoken with sarcasm and meanness.

"Goodness; look, Kyle! A blonde maid. I sure hope she knows how to cook as well as Marie does. I would hate to find my cereal missing some crucial ingredient. Like milk."

Anger had surged inside of Fey. For one, she had looked nothing like a maid, having dressed in a blue t-shirt and dark jeans. For another, she hated blonde jokes. They were completely unfair and cruel. After all, what does a person's hair color have to do with their intellect? And for another thing, Fey hated loud-mouthed people. The insult was rather unnecessary, especially when Fey had done nothing except stand there and breathe.

It had gotten Fey so mad that she had answered with a sharp comeback, dripping venom and sarcasm. "Interesting thing to say, considering you're a blonde yourself." She wasn't really, but Fey did see blonde highlights in the younger girl's hair glinting slightly in the sunlight.

Marina's eyes had narrowed. "I'm not a blonde. I'm a natural brunette. Do you always allow your maids to talk back to their mistresses?" She had directed the question toward Grey, who had been watching the exchange with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. Christina was much the same, watching Fey to see what she would do.

"My mistake. And I must ask the same question, Grey. Why are you allowing my midget maid to speak to me at all? She does know that she's my new maid, right? I don't know if I'll keep her, though. I was hoping for a maid tall enough to reach my shoulders for a massage, but I guess we can't always get what we want, eh?" She had looked over at Marina, contempt that wasn't entirely faked visible in her features. She hadn't liked the fact that it had been so easy to dislike the little girl, but it couldn't be helped. Not when the first words out of her mouth had been an insult.

"Your maid?" Marina had cried incredulously. "I didn't come here to be anybody's maid! I came here because I had to, so get out of my way!" She had tried to storm past Fey, but Fey had grabbed her by the arm, yanking her back to face her. She leaned down so that she was level with the shorter girl.

"This is not the way to treat the people who are welcoming you into their house," She had told Marina in a low, threatening voice. "We don't have to take you in. You don't have to stay here. But we are, and you are, so you had better stop with this little act of yours before I put an end to it myself. I don't care what happens to me, I will not let you talk this way to Grey, or Christina, or me. I don't care who you are or where you came from. This behavior is completely unacceptable. I'm not your mother, I'm not your sister, and I'm not your friend. I'm giving you a fair warning. I won't tolerate something like this again. And trust me, neither will Grey. This isn't like the place you lived in before. This is completely different, so adjust to it and you'll do fine."

"And if I don't?" Marina had said, her voice wavering slightly.

Fey smirked in a way that made the younger girl's eyes dart back and forth across her face in fear. "Then be prepared to face the consequences. That's all I'm saying."

That had been five years ago. Marina had wormed her way into Fey's heart despite all that she did and said. Kyle had become her best friend, and Christina her unrelated sister. Marina was Christina's weakness and the younger girl knew it. She took nearly every opportunity to show her that she didn't want Christina's affections. She claimed to be independent, but she wasn't really. She depended on each and every one of them.

"Come on, let's go," Fey muttered, getting up from her seat. The others followed suit, Christina and Kyle shutting their mouths and following Fey quickly out of the Subway restaurant. Marian trailed along behind them, head down, quiet for once. Kyle managed to snag a taxi some time later after standing outside in the cold. They all climbed in, Marina sitting far away from Fey, while Fey told the driver the address.

The drive was blissfully short, sparing the Shadowhunters from the suffocating silence that threatened to choke them all. The driver was a nice enough man, announcing their arrival at the Institute. They all climbed out of the taxi, marveling at the large building while it drove away behind them. Mundanes couldn't see the magnificence of the Institute, but it was there, true and wonderful.

"Come on." Fey led them to the doors and they slipped in quickly, unwatched and not followed. They stood in the entrance, taking a few seconds to feel the slight change of temperature difference. Then Fey and Kyle started walking, Christina and Marina following hurriedly, startled out of their dazes.

"Do they know we're coming?" Christina asked, talking for the first time since Fey's outburst at the Subway restaurant. Fey glanced at her over her shoulder.

"They should," she answered. "Grey told me he sent a letter to them." Fey didn't know when exactly he had sent the letter, but she was confident enough that he had sent it. She potted something in the corner of her eye that made her grin: an elevator. "Come on."

Kyle stopped her, catching her arm when she tried to pass him.

"What?" she said, annoyed.

"Shouldn't we ring first?" Kyle asked, nodding his head in the direction Fey assumed the bell was.

She shook her head. "I don't think so. I mean, we could wait here if you like, until someone comes, but I would rather we just went up there and tried to find someone. Preferably the guardians."

Kyle frowned a little, chewing on the inside of his lip while he thought. The sight made Fey smile; it was a habit he had picked up from her when they first met, as he had been attached to her hip right from the start. She had thought him annoying at first, but then warmed up to him a considerable amount. They were so close to each other now. They knew what the other was thinking, feeling, and doing, no matter what it was. Nobody out of their 'family' knew the reasons why. They were just that close to other people and Shadowhunters.

A creak from the door caught their attention, throwing them all into action at the same time. The Shadowhunters flipped around so fast that they were a blur, turning towards the door and reaching for their weapons. Fey had one hand on her belt, her other hand on her left shoulder to grab the long knife that she kept strapped there. Kyle was beside her, one of his hands on his own belt and the other on Fey's other shoulder to grab the long knife she kept there for him.

Christina and Marina were much the same, hands on their own belts in anticipation, though neither of them were helping each other or working together. Fey made a note in her mind to have some strong words with them later.

The door opened wider, and a figure came inside, shutting it behind her. The girl was tall and beautiful with long black hair and large dark eyes. Her full pouty lips were pale pink and Fey could see that although she was mostly covered, her Marks were visible. They wavered slightly, as if heat were emitting off of them, conveying the fact that she was wearing a glamour. The stopped abruptly when she caught sight of the four Shadowhunters that were tense in anticipation of a fight.

The girl tensed herself, slim hand going to her wrist where Fey saw little gold bracelets. She realized with a start that they weren't actually bracelets, but one long golden whip coiled around her wrist. She was impressed, though not intimidated. Shadowhunters didn't hurt fellow Shadowhunters. Not seriously, anyway.

"Can I help you?" the girl called out, her voice wary and warning. She took a few steps forward, stopping when she was a couple of feet away from the group. Fey relaxed herself, hands swaying loosely at her sides; her companions followed suit, trusting her.

She stepped forward, meeting the girl. They were both the same height, but that was where the similarities ended. Fey was almost the exact opposite of this girl. Fair hair, lightly tanned skin, bright blue eyes, and dark pink full lips that weren't pouty. She extended her hand to the other girl.

"Yes, actually, we were sent here by our guardian from the London Institute to help the residents of this Institute. I am Fey Youngcross, and this is Kyle Whitelaw"—she motioned him forward as she spoke, flicking her fingers toward her without looking back—"his sister Marina Whitelaw"—Marian stepped forward at another of Fey's finger-motions—"and Christina Lovelace. We're sorry we couldn't get here any earlier, there were some—issues to work out." She flashed the girl a wry smile.

Meanwhile, the girl looked confused. "What do you mean, you were sent here? We weren't aware anyone was coming—at least, I wasn't. I'm Isabelle, by the way. Isabelle Lightwood." She took Fey's extended hand and shook it firmly.

"My mother should be here somewhere… or I could just go ask Jace. Maybe he'll know what to do. Sorry, my father isn't here at the moment. He's in—Idris." Isabelle waved her hand in the air dismissively with a roll of her eyes. "Come on, let's go inside."

She stalked off toward the elevators, the others trailing behind her. Fey was surprised; Marian hadn't said a single thing since her lecture in the restaurant. Maybe she was finally getting some sense.

The emerged from the elevator a few minutes later. They walked behind Isabelle through several hallways, reminded of the hallways of their own home. Fey thought it the London Institute as her home; because it felt like home to her now. For so long, it hadn't felt like anything to her except a giant empty building. But as time passed, she realized just how much it was a part of her. It was a place she could call home without a second thought.

Finally, Isabelle stopped at a door. She opened it without knocking and stuck her head in. A few minutes later, two people came out. One of them was a tall, muscular, golden-haired boy with gold eyes to match. He had an arm wrapped around the second figure, who was a small red-headed girl with green eyes and freckles covering her nose. Fey was struck with a sense of familiarity as she stared at this girl who stared back at her, looking much the way Fey was feeling.

"Guys," Isabelle said, bringing Fey back to attention. "This is Jace"—she gestured to the boy, who waved a little at them—"and this is Clary." The red-headed girl smiled shyly and waved at them, her eyes flickering to Fey several times as she tried to look everyone in the eye.

Time seemed to slow down for Fey. Clary. She knew that name. She knew this girl. This red-headed girl who was leaning against this golden-haired boy whom Fey didn't know. Clary. Clary Fray. Her childhood best friend. The best friend Fey had had to leave because of what she was. The only time she had ever felt bad about being a Shadowhunter.

"Clary," Fey repeated dazedly. "Clary, as in Clary Fray?"

Clary looked startled that her name was spoken with such familiarity by someone she had just met. She nodded, looking confused.

"How do you know my name?" Clary asked.

"Do you… Do you remember me, Clary?" Fey asked, tentatively. "It's me. Fey. Fey Youngcross. We used to be best friends when we were little. Then we met Simon, Simon Lewis; do you remember that?"

Clary tilted her head to the side, as if to look at Fey from a different angle. The she tilted it to the other side. Her eyes seemed cloudy, fogged over, as if she were in a different time and place. Then her eyes seemed to slowly come back into focus, brightening up a considerable amount, just the way Fey remembered they did whenever she was excited or proud of herself, or happy.

"…Fey?" she whispered tentatively. "I don't really remember you… much. But you're in there somewhere. I remember you, Simon, and me when we were little… and then you were gone. Where did you go?"

Fey smiled a sad smile at her. "That's a story for another time, sorry."

Clary frowned, but nodded. Isabelle and Jace and Fey's family just looked between them, looking lost.

"Well," Isabelle said, as if nothing had happened, "yeah. This is Jace and Clary. And my brother's traveling with his—boyfriend." This was met with silence. Fey realized, along with her friends, that Isabelle expected a negative reaction. She didn't get one form them, though.

"That's cool," Fey said. She was nonchalant, smiling easily. Around Shadowhunters her own age. Hardly any of the Shadowhunters that came by the London Institute were all adults, uptight and business-like. There had only been two teenage guests ever in her time living there, and they hadn't been very interesting.

Then, all of a sudden, there was an intake of air. There wasn't anything unusual about it. Except that it was an inhale from Marina's mouth. Before she could make a sarcastic comment, Fey, Kyle, and Christina dove toward her. Three hands clapped themselves over her mouth; Fey's, then Kyle's and then Christina's.

To put it nicely, Marina was not happy.

"Does anything I say mean anything to you?" Fey cried incredulously.

Marina's answering scowl said more than words could.

A/N: This is a rewrite of the first chapter, I repeat. I will probably use the original along the road again later… somehow. If anyone wants to see the original themselves, PM me and I'll send it to you.

Please review, I want to know what you guys think! :)

Ciao!

~Alee V.