"Are you sure you're ready to do this?"

"Yes," said Clary. "I'm sure."

"Prove it. Who are you?"

"My name is Rosie Dawnstrider. I'm eighteen years old. I have two sisters and one brother. My parents' names are Douglas and Rainy. My siblings' names are Lilly, Allison and Jeremy. Satisfied yet?"

Allison pursed her lips. "Say 'I love you and you rock' in Latin."

Clary rolled her eyes. "Et te amo te silex."

Allison smiled and nodded. "Okay. I believe you. You're ready."

Clary looked at the full length mirror. She'd already gotten used to the way she looked now- from the disguise rune- but she still would occasionally look in the mirror and see a stranger. Her hair was no longer carrotty curls, but black-brown waves. Her freckles were nowhere to be seen and her eyes were no longer green, but brown- like Allison's.

"Are you sure you'll be able to handle this, Clary- seeing your old friends again?"

Clary nodded. "I'm excited actually."

Allison smiled and nodded. "Just... Be careful. Remember, you can't tell anyone who you really are. Not your best friend, not your mother, not your father, not your boyfriend."

Clary swallowed at Jace's mention, but nodded.

Allison smiled again. "Good. I hope the last two years will pay off."

Clary nodded.

"And... Whatever you do, don't be Clary, okay? She's supposed to be dead."

"But why?" Clary turned to face Allison. "I didn't die. Sebastian didn't finish the job."

"But no one else knows that, Cla- Rosie. We saved you and killed Jonathan, but everyone thought they saw you die."

Clary looked back at the mirror. "But why does it have to be like this? I know you're from the future and all, but why can't I return as me?"

Allison sighed. "You know I can't tell you all of the details, but it has to happen like this. Trust me."

Clary sighed. "I do. I just would like to see them as me, you know?"

She nodded. "I've had a similar situation in the past. Well, my past, your future. I can't tell you about that, either, but I know how you feel."

Clary nodded. "Alright," she took a deep breath. "I'm ready to leave."

"What was her name again?" Asked Isabelle.

"Rosie Dawnstrider," said Maryse.

Isabelle nodded. "When is she coming?"

"Tomorrow."

Isabelle nodded again. "... Why?"

Maryse tried to work and talk to Isabelle at the same time. She found it difficult. "Her family requested it. She wants to train at the Institute for experience. Can you please leave me to work now?"

Isabelle sighed exasperatedly. "Sure," she walked out of the library.

"Apparently, She's coming for training experience," said Isabelle.

"How old is she?" Asked Alec.

"Eighteen."

"And she still needs experience?"

Isabelle shrugged.

"What was her name again?"

"I don't know. Rosie Dawn-something."

"Dawnstrider," said Jace, entering the room.

"Hey," said Isabelle.

"Hey."

"How is it you know this and I don't?"

"I listen, for starters."

Isabelle rolled her eyes.

"So... Rosie Dawnstrider?"

"Yes," said Jace. "That sounds right."

"She sounds innocent," said Isabelle. "Who calls themselves Rosie when they're eighteen?"

"She does," said Jace. "This will be interesting."

"I'm nervous," said Clary.

"Don't be. You'll be great."

"Thanks, Jeremy."

"Come here," he said, locking his arm around her neck and noogying her.

"Hey!" Clary dropped her bags and tried to shove him off. He was too tall and too strong.

He finally let her go, laughing.

Clary felt at her now messy hair and grumbled.

Lilly laughed. "Good luck, Clary."

"Rosie," Rainy corrected.

Lilly waved her hand at her. "Whatever," Lilly wrapped her skinny arms around Clary. "It was nice to have another sister for awhile."

"It was," said Clary. She'd grown kind of attached to these people. She had no idea who they really were, but it was like having a big happy family for for awhile.

"Go on, kid," smiled Dug, patting her on the back.

She smiled at him. "See ya," she said, then stepped through the portal.

Clary stepped out of the portal into the Institute's courtyard. It was late fall, and dead leaves were scattered over the ground.

Clary caught sight of Maryse staring at her, wide eyed. She knew it was because she looked like herself. She glanced at her black-brown hair just to be sure it was dark. She gave Maryse a smile. "Hello. You must be Maryse. I'm Rosie."

"Of course," said Maryse, shaking her head as if to shake away her thoughts. "Yes, I'm Maryse Lightwood. It's nice to finally meet you, Rosie."

"And you."

"Please," Maryse gestured to the Institute. "Come in."

Clary looked at the Institute. She'd missed it. "It's beautiful."

"Thanks you," Maryse smiled.

She led her inside. Clary looked around as she came in, taking it in. It seemed so familiar, but not at the same time.

"My children are upstairs," said Maryse. "Well, not really children anymore, I suppose," they stepped into the elevator.

"How old are they?" Asked Clary, already knowing the answer.

"Alec, my eldest, is twenty. Isabelle is eighteen and Jace is nineteen."

Clary chest tightened when she said Jace's name. She was going to see him in a matter of seconds. She was smiling madly. "That's wonderful."

Maryse nodded, staring at her. She looked ahead. "Forgive me if I stare. You look a lot like someone I used to know."

Clary's breath stopped in her chest. "Do I?" She squeaked. She struggled to compose herself.

Maryse glanced at her. "Very much so," she looked back ahead as the elevator doors opened. "I'll take you to your room to drop off your bags, then I'll take you to meet everyone else."

Clary nodded eagerly. All she could think was that she was going to see Jace again.

Maryse led her to one of the rooms. Clary set her bags inside, then followed Maryse down the hall.

Calm down, Clary told herself mentally. She couldn't help it. She was trying to keep herself from running down the hall. She was already walking too fast, she knew.

Maryse opened the doors to the library. Clary walked in.

Isabelle, Alec and Jace were on the couches. Their heads turned and they stood when they saw her.

Maryse stopped in front of them. "Isabelle, Alec, Jace, this is Rosie Dawnstrider."

Clary's eyes were on Jace, and his were on her- wide. Clary tried to reduce her grin. She was already fighting the urge to leap into his arms. "Nice to meet you," she said. She pried her eyes off of Jace and looked at Isabelle and Alec. Their eyes were wide, too.

"Rosie, this is Alec, Isabelle and this is Jace," she gestured to each of them as she introduced them. Clary saw out of the corner of her eye that Maryse was shooting a look of concern at Jace.

Clary looked at him and her smile dropped. He had pain and sadness on his face.

"Excuse me," he said, then left.

Clary stared after him.

"It isn't you," said Maryse. "He's just-"

"I look like someone you used to know," Clary said, still looking at the library doors.

"Yes," said Maryse.

"Was he close to her?" Clary asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes," said Maryse. "Very."

"Do you mind if I ask what happened?" Clary was doing her best to pretend like she didn't know. She couldn't seem to pry her eyes from the door, though.

"She died two years ago," said Isabelle.

Clary looked at her. Isabelle's hair was longer than it was when Clary was last here, and she looked even more beautiful. "I'm sorry."

Isabelle gave a sad smile.

"Um," Clary cleared her throat, trying to compose herself again. "It was nice to meet you."

"And you," said Alec.

Isabelle knocked on Jace's bedroom door. "Jace? Are you alright?"

There was no answer.

"Can I come in?"

Still no answer. She opened the door.

Jace was lying on his back in his bed, staring at the ceiling.

Isabelle closed the door. "Are you okay?"

His gaze never shifted from the ceiling. "Fine."

Isabelle sat on the bed next to him. "She looks a lot like Clary, doesn't she?"

Jace swallowed.

Isabelle was quiet for a few seconds. "I don't know what to say. I'm sorry. I'm not usually in this situation."

"Few people are."

Isabelle sighed. "What are you going to do about it?"

Jace was quiet for a second. "Endure."

"I suppose that's the only thing to do," Isabelle stood up. "I'll see you later," she walked out of the room, briefly looking back at Jace before closing the door.

Clary unpacked her bags. These clothes were the ones Allison had picked out for her. They weren't really her style, but they looked good on her, and Allison said she shouldn't dress like she had before.

Clary folded a green long sleeved t-shirt and put it into one of the drawers.

Someone knocked on her door. "Come in."

Maryse opened the door. "We're going to eat dinner. Are you hungry? You can join us."

Clary smiled. "Sure. That sounds great."

Clary followed Maryse into the dining room. There was a stack of pizza boxes on the table, and Alec, Jace and Isabelle were taking out slices to eat.

Jace saw her walk in and looked away. Clary felt a pang in her chest. She wanted to tell him, but knew she couldn't.

"Hi," Clary waved awkwardly.

"Hello," said Isabelle. She was staring at her again.

"You can sit, you know," said Maryse.

Clary realized she'd been standing awkwardly in the front of the room and quickly sat down in the nearest seat- next to Alec.

"So..." Clary tried to break the awkward silence. Everyone was avoiding looking at her. "Would you guys mind giving me a tour? 'Cause this place is kind of big," it'd be better if they gave her a tour before knowing where to go.

"Sure," said Isabelle. "After dinner?"

Clary nodded, happy she was making progress.

"So, have you ever been to New York?" Asked Alec after a few seconds of silence.

"No. I've never left Idris, actually," Clary lied smoothly. She'd gone over dozens of questions with each member of her fake family dozens of times. She was much better at lying than she used to be.

"Oh?" Said Maryse.

Clary shook her head. "The city looks kind of... Wow."

Jace chuckled quietly. He hadn't looked at her since she'd come in, but he was listening. Clary smiled a little- not being able to help it.

"Isn't it?" Said Maryse. "What's your family like?"

Safe question, Clary thought. "Um... Tightly knit. We've mostly just had each other, so we're close."

Isabelle smiled slightly.

"You're all related, right?" said Clary.

"Yes," said Maryse. "Though Jace was adopted."

Clary looked at him. He was obviously listening, but he still wouldn't look at her. This was frustrating. "I thought so," she tried not to sound bitter.

He glanced up at her for a split second, then looked back down.

Another awkward silence followed her comment.

"So, what are your skills?" Asked Isabelle.

Clary raised her eyebrow- which she'd learned to do while with the Dawnstriders. "Skills?"

Isabelle shrugged.

"Um... I paint sometimes..." That was probably not the right thing to say. All eyes were on her now- even Jace's. "I also like archery," she quickly added. "I think my best accomplishment with it was a few years ago. My family and I went on a rescue mission and I shot Jonathan Morgenstern with an arrow," she looked back down at her pizza and took a bite. She knew they were all staring at her- but it gave her an alibi. She wasn't even there- well, she was, but she was getting stabbed, not shooting. Jeremy had killed Jonathan/Sebastian. He also taught her how to be a good archer.

She looked back up. She'd been right. She pretended not to notice. "What about you guys? What do you like to do?"

"Um..." Isabelle blinked away whatever shock she had and composed herself. "Alec does archery, too."

Clary turned to him. "That's cool. Maybe we can have a shoot-off or something."

"Um, sure," said Alec.

Jace was still staring at her, but she pretended not to notice.

Hi! I hoped you liked the first chapter! If you guys give me ideas, then it would be very helpful along the way of this story.

What do you think so far? This story was loosely based on a dream I had months ago. I want to hear where you think this story can go, too. It'd be helpful.

Well, thanks! See you next time!

-Wisterian Princess