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Note: The mortal instruments idea and original characters obviously belongs to Cassandra Clare

Hushed voices woke Alba from her restless night, she was wide awake but knew better then to let whoever was in her room know this. She listened for a few moments before realizing she couldn't make out what the people were saying so she dared to open her eyelids just a bit. Relief spilled over her and she opened her eyes, stretching out under her covers. "Can I help you guys?" she asked them with a soft smile playing on her lips. Max, Roxanne, Charlotte, and Patrick lounged around different areas of her room. Max was seated on her unused vanity, it was stocked full of the makeup her aunt Izzy bought her to no avail. Max was Izzy and Simon's oldest son and Alba's closest friend. He was the spitting image of Simon with odd deep gray eyes, no one really knows where they came from but were beautiful regardless. Sitting on the green bean bag chair next to the vanity was Charlotte, Alec and Magnus' adopted daughter. No one is exactly sure where she came from or how she got to us when she was a baby but she's a glittery whirl of joy, her ever-changing hair was now a bubblegum pink and her dark eyes were concentrated on the blue flame in her hand...no, green...or red. She really was getting good with her magic. Her eyes shifted to Roxie who was laying oh-so-comfortably at the foot of her bed, her mane of brown hair falling around her face. Roxie was tall, like her father Bat, but resembled her mother, Maia much more. Finally, she glanced to Patrick who was tossing his dagger in the air playfully. Now Patrick was the mystery, he came to the institute when he was 3 after his parents had been murdered. He was meant to have left with relatives but they never came so he became part of the family here. Maryse Lightwood found a special place in her heart for Patrick. His dark hair, light eyes, and thin features must've reminded her of her lost son. However how they had come together wasn't important though, the important thing was that they had come together and they were a new generation.

"Did you think you'd sleep all day Al?" Patrick asked catching his dagger and standing. I shrugged, sitting up and hugged my knees to myself "well no but I guess it must've been too much to ask to make it til 10." He nodded with a fake sympathy smile and I rolled my eyes "well get out so I can change." They all shuffled out of the room, except Charlotte who ceremoniously announced her new name would be Tabitha and skipped out. Alba went to her vanity to tame the mass of golden curls that never seemed to want to lay flat for her. She sighed at the finished product and went to change into her jeans and a blue t-shirt. She went back to the mirror and examined herself with her big jade-green eyes. She accepted what she saw and slid on her combat boots, she always had a knife in one boot and her steel slid in the other. She shrugged on her chocolate colored leather jacket and strolled out, only to knock right into her mother. She laughed and motioned for Alba to turn around "morning sweetie", she smiled and whirled around so her back was facing her mother "mornin". Clary always had a knack to control Alba's curls, she swiftly unknotted it and braided it down her back. "Have you seen your dad" Alba shook her head and grabbed for the Herondale ring on her left hand "probably in the kitchen with uncle Alec." They walked through the institute in silence together, as they got closer they heard the activity behind the kitchen door and Alba perked up. The scene in the kitchen may have been chaotic to most but it was more of a comfort for Alba. Izzy and Alec were yelling about Izzy's inability to make edible food while Josefina and Lydia stood between them. They were most obviously Izzy's daughters, their identical faces looked soft and hard at the same time with midnight black hair flowing down. They were only 7 but they were a force, together the twins could make even the fiercest of men shake in their boots. Jace lounged around in a stool in front of them grinning with a frightened 10 year old Caleb clutching his leg, Caleb was the freckle faced brother that 'Tabitha' had recently acquired. I walked over to 'Tabitha' and leaned against her to watch the fight. Jace leaned over and tugged on Alba's braid "morning to you too missy" I smiled "morning dad, hey do you think I could use the portal today?" He scrunched up his face "absolutely not" I blinked "why?" He sighed "Alba we've been over this, it takes a lot of focus and training to be able to portal effectively, training that you haven't gotten." Alba felt her blood boil up "yea, but if you never train me on it then how am I supposed to learn?" Clary walked over and grabbed Jace's hand, Alba rolled her eyes realizing she was outnumbered. "Sweetie, you'll train when you're ready" I pushed against 'Tabitha' indicating we had to go so she rounded up the others "yea well I'm turning 16 next week, I'm ready." The other had gathered at the door to wait for me "we don't think you're ready Alba" I rolled my eyes and pushed past them "of course not.." I spit under my breath and stalked out of the kitchen with the others behind me. This is always how it went, Alba's not experienced enough but instead of teaching her...lets keep her in the dark like a child, typical.

Well? What do you guys think, this is my first ever fanfic!

Note: For this story, lets just say that Jonathan made a peace deal with the clave and is in hiding in some other dimension. Willing suspension of Disbelief :)

Thanks, S.A Lynn