This is my third fanfiction so tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Mortal Instruments series.

Chapter 1

I opened the front door to the Institute and walked down the hall towards Jace's room. I nervously wrung my hands in front of me and pushed myself forward so that I wouldn't turn around. 'Jace will understand, right?' I thought to myself.

Knock, knock

I stood back from the door having second thoughts on whether or not I should tell him right now. Before I could turn around, the door opened. Jace stood in front of me without a shirt on and wearing low-rise sweat pants so I could see the top of his Calvin Klein boxers. Normally, I would've walked forward and touched his six-pack abs, but today I just looked at him wide-eyed.

"Hey, Clar-" he stopped seeing my face. "Clary, what's wrong?"

"Jace," I whispered before I flung myself into his arms and hugging him tightly, pushing us both back into his room.

"Clary, tell me what's wrong!"

"Jace, I'm-I'm…" I couldn't bring myself to say it.

By this time, Jace had closed his door and moved us on to his bed.

"Come on, Clary. Just tell me," he pleaded looking into my eyes.

I closed my eyes and inhaled trying to gain my courage. Jace had his hands on my shoulders and looked at me worriedly.

"Jace, I'm pregnant," I whispered as I opened my eyes.

Jace's hands froze and he looked at me with a horrified expression.

"What?!" he exclaimed.

"Jace, I-I know I'm only 16 and you 17, but-" he cut me off.

"You're getting it aborted, right? I mean we're so young and I don't want a baby right now," he said seeming to not have heard me.

"What?! Why?"

"Because, Clary, we're too young and the baby would probably die because we wouldn't be good parents."

I stood up then and looked at him mercilessly, while he looked at me surprised by my reaction.

"You don't know what kind of mother I would be, but it is obvious that you don't want this baby and I'm not going to abort it so I'm sorry, Jace, but we're through!" I yelled.

With that, I turned and ran out the door and outside the Institute; I couldn't stay with Jace if I knew he didn't want our child.

I woke with a start remembering my dream and the memories that followed. Me packing my stuff, drawing a portal and going to LA to start a new life there with my baby in the LA Institute. It is now 12 years later and I haven't seen Jace, my parents or anyone else from my past. I didn't tell my parents where I was going because I didn't want them to know about my child and what Jace had said to me.

"Mom, get up!" my 12-year old yelled from the hallway.

"I'm coming, Sophie," I yelled back.

I got out of bed and out the door to make breakfast for my daughter and myself. In the kitchen, my daughter sat at the counter waiting for me. Her hair, strawberry-blond curly hair, was tied up so that it was out of her face so that during her training it wouldn't get in her way. Her honey colored eyes met mine before she got off the stool and came over to me.

She hugged me good morning before saying, "Can you make pancakes today? I'm starving."

I laughed while saying, "Sure."

"Yes!"

"Are you ready for training?"

"Yes, mom."

"Okay."

I made the pancakes for us and we ate in silence. Soon after I was dressed, we opened the door to go to the training room. On our way, I got the feeling that something bad was about to happen, but I dismissed it.

Inside the training room, we practiced flips, knife throwing and sword battle. Sophie has been training since she was five years old and had been getting better each time we practice. She can pick on things so quick, she gets it from Jace. I see him in everything that she does and I wonder what would have happened if I never left.

After, we both left to go take showers and then meet up in the library for her lesson. On my way there, I bumped into Charlotte, my best friend and parabetti, and we talked about Sophie and her progress. Just then we heard a knock at the door so while Charlotte went to go open the door, I went to the library to start Sophie's lesson.

"Ready, Soph. Let's get started and if you do good today I'll take you hunting with Aunt Char and I today," I said as I walked through the doors.

"Yes! Let's get started, Mom. What are you waiting for?" she asked excited.

"Okay, okay-" I was cut off by the library door opening.

"Clary, there's someone here to see you," Char said as she walked through the door with someone following behind her.

At a closer look I knew who it was and I looked at Sophie to see her confused look.

"Isabelle, what are you doing here?" I asked confused on how she found me.

"Magnus, was finally able to pin point where you were located and I missed you so much that I went out before he told everyone else," Isabelle said running forward and pulling me into a hug that I quickly returned. "Clary, why did you leave?"

"Mom? Who is that?" Sophie asked from behind Isabelle.

Isabelle turned around suddenly and gasped. She turned back to me with a look of surprise.

"Is she yours?" she asked.

"Yes, Isabelle, this is Sophie. Sophie, this is your Aunt Isabelle," I said introducing them.

"Aunt?" Sophie asked surprised.

"Yes, Sophie, this is your father's sister."

Sophie's eyes darkened at the mention at her father and she looked at Isabelle angrily before she turned back to me hoping for an explanation.

"Clary, you didn't tell me that he got you pregnant! Wait! Hold old are you?" Isabelle asked.

"I'm 12 and if you didn't know about me then that means that dear ol dad decided to keep to himself about why you left Mom."

"It seems that way," I said more to myself.

"Clary, why did you leave?" Isabelle asked looking between my daughter and me.

If she wanted to know then I would tell her, so I did. I told her about the day I told Jace and his reaction. I told her about how I left to start my life over with my daughter and to keep her safe from her father. By the end, Isabelle was fuming and walking around the room deep in thought.

"I can't believe him! He didn't tell us anything! All he does all day is either think of ways to search for you, get drunk or train. Clary, I'm so sorry that you had to go through this with yourself," she said as she walked to me.

"It's fine, Isabelle. Oh and by the way, why are you here?" I asked.

"Clary, your mom and Luke, they died in a car crash three days ago," Isabelle said sadly waiting for my reaction.

I gasped and then froze not knowing what to do. Char and Sophie, seeing my reaction, walked over to me and each took one of my hands in theirs. I thought about my parents and how loving they were and how much they supported and now how they were gone. I felt tears run down my cheeks like waterfalls and I turned to hug Sophie.

Once I calmed down, I turned to Isabelle and said, "When is the funeral?"

"It's in five days and I know how hard this must be for you so I was wondering if you want to go. I'm sure that your parents would've wanted you there," she said calmly.

I thought about before I turned to Sophie and asked her if she would be okay with it.

"I don't like the idea of seeing the father that never wanted me, but I'll go because I want to say good bye to the grandparents I've never known," she told me.

"Thank you, Sophie." I turned to Char, "Will you come, please?"

"Of course, Clary. I would never leave you alone like that," she said while rubbing my back. She them turned to Isabelle and asked, "When are we leaving?"

"As soon as possible," she replied.

"Okay then, Clary, let's pack and then we'll help Sophie so that we can leave."

"Okay," I said.

We all went our separate ways to pack and change our clothes before we met in library again. I drew a portal and Sophie and waited for Isabelle and Char to go through first before we stepped through the shining portal.