-Silver Lining and Moon Beams- A Mortal Instrumens Fan-Fiction Chapter 1, a mortal instruments fanfic

By: Natarii Moon and co-author, C. Nicole M

"Ve~! Welcome, my-a dear readers! Natarii and C. Nicole M have-a worked-a very hard! We all-a hope you enjoy the-a story! Grazie for reading, Bellas~!" *Feli waves and skips off to kitchen*

-Silver Lining & Moon Beams-

-Chapter One-

As Cheyenne walked to the band hall after school, she prayed and prayed the rain would stop. Not only would it make driving difficult when on the road, but as it pounded on her back, it was heavy and stung. "Chey! Wait! Cheyenne! Cheyenne Nix, wait! Yo, short-stuff!" The petite sixteen year old turned her blue gaze to her best friend. Her best friend the fashionista. Even in this weather, her style count was high. A white frilly dress with a white, leather crop jacket, and white tennis shoes. Her hair was half back with a pink ribbon, and she had pink bangles on one wrist. This. Was. Natasha. Natasha, the tall, smart, beautiful seventeen year old who captured hearts with the innocence of her smile. Natasha... who brought an umbrella, unlike Cheyenne. Cheyenne didn't care that it was pink and had yellow ruffles on the end, it was an umbrella! A tool that was very useful in these situations... That Cheyenne had left at her house. "Thank God," Natasha whispered. "Hm. Not, "Hey Pretty lady!" Just "Thank God,"? I know I'm perfect, you don't have to remind me." Cheyenne teased. "Shut your trap, Chey!" The brunette answered with a laugh.

"You almost left me!" Natasha pouted. "We were supposed to get food and go to the library and study and then see if we can catch a movie... It is Friday you know..." The brunette had some trouble with rambling. "And you almost left me! Here. In the rain. All alone. Nate already went home, and I don't have a car!" Cheyenne laughed, though she felt bad.

"Sorry, Nat." Though her some-what long, blonde hair was pulled back in a high pony tail, some of it got in her face, and she had to tuck the wet lock behind her ear. "I'm forgetting everything today. I hardly got any sleep last night." Natasha came forward and covered Cheyenne also. Taking off her glasses, the blonde wiped them on the hem of her lime green tee-shirt to get the rain drops off.

Natasha's brown eyes were soft and she chuckled with a small smile. "It's okay! But... You have an extra jacket in your car right?" The two began walking to her car together. "Why?" "Because the denim one you're wearing is soaked!" Cheyenne bit her lip. "Um... no?" Natasha sighed and ran her fingers through her long, chocolaty hair. "Cheyenne..." "Yes?" "You're a dummy." "WHY?" "You forgot an extra jacket AND you forgot you're umbrella! You're gonna catch a cold!" The shorter one scoffed. "Please. You know I never catch colds."

They reached Cheyenne's car, and Cheyenne reached to open the door. "Wait!" The blonde turned. "What?" "Can I drive?" "No." She opened it. "Please?" "No." "But-" "No." She closed the door. She put on her seat best and wiggled in her seat a bit, turning on the heater. The brunette sulked to the passenger side and got in after closing her umbrella. Then, after clicking her safety belt in place, huffed, crossing her arms over her chest childishly. Cheyenne knew Natasha wasn't mad at her. She giggled. "It IS my car..."

Pretty soon, they arrived at Mc. Donald's drive thru. "I'd like... two double cheese burgers, plain... wait a second." She turned to Natasha who was poking her. "What?" "Ask for mine to be a mighty kids meal! Boy toy!" In this were an anime, Cheyenne would have had a sweat drop. "Okaaay..." She turned back to the machine. "Make one a might kids meal... boy toy." She cast a questioning glance. It was a strange request. Pretty soon, they were driving off with their meals and milk shakes... with Natasha playing around with her spy laser pointer-ring... Who knew such things could make a seventeen year old so happy? Such was the power of Mickey D's.

Natasha and Cheyenne jumped out of the car with their food, and walked into the library. Their library was weird... and cool like that. As long as you didn't harm the books or other people, you were fine. The two friends signed themselves in and went to a study desk. They took out their homework and complained about up-coming tests and Math quizzes on Monday. They giggled and cooed over "that really hot guy" at their school that every girl was pining for. "But oh my gosh, have you seen his eyes? They are the deepest blue I've ever seen!" Natasha squealed. She thought he was really cute and enjoyed talking to Cheyenne about it even though she didn't like him that way. "I know! And those brown locks...?" Cheyenne fawned. "He's so amazing! He's captain of the foot ball team and he's so sweet... He's smart too! He's in all AP classes!" "How many do you have with him?" The brunette asked. "Three!" "Lucky!" This went on and on... Cheyenne had been good friends with this guy for about three months and was really crazy about him. BEEP! Cheyenne looked down at her phone. "It's a text from him..." She opened it, and her happy face fell.

"Chey?" Natasha asked. "Chey, what is it?"

Cheyenne looked up with tears in her eyes. "He got a girlfriend."

The two never went to the movies. For the next hour and a half, Cheyenne wept and wept, and Natasha hugged her and felt tears prick at her eyes for the pain her friend was feeling. "Shh... it'll be alright," she whispered. "It'll be alright..."

Eventually, the two saw that it was getting late. "We better start heading home," Cheyenne murmured. The two threw their trash away and packed up. They signed themselves out and walked out of the building, both with their keys in their hands. It was a useful safety precaution. Because of Natasha's fear of the dark, on her key ring- besides her car and house keys- was a whistle and a small flashlight. She turned the flashlight on as they walked to the car. It wasn't a mile away or anything, but it was a bit of a distance.

They reached the car without any troubles. But as Cheyenne slipped in the front seat, Natasha checked the back, moving her flashlight across it. Her eyes widened and she scrambled out. "Cheyenne, run!" The blonde looked up. "Huh?"

Suddenly, a huge, black beast had hurled itself on Cheyenne. It was slimy and scaly with big, glowing, green eyes. Cheyenne screamed in panic and the beast let out a hiss. It's teeth were yellow and were in multiple rows like a shark's. Natasha had come around and dragged Cheyenne out of the front seat. Grabbing her wrist, she took off running down the paved, slick road, but slipped. A fatal move, for the millipede-slash-snake-like creature was after them.

Have you ever read "Call of The Wild"? If you have, you know of the law of club and fang. Once you're down, you're done for. You stay down, and you never get up. But Natasha had pushed Cheyenne away, and was aiming to take down the creature. However, Natasha had always been weak because of a stroke at birth, and she wasn't getting far. At all.

Natasha now lay limp on the parking lot, and the creature - the monster- was crawling toward Cheyenne. Fast. The blonde was crying. Her best friend was bleeding, , unconscious, and most likely dead. The monster slashed at her with a claw that neither knew the monster had, and broke on of the lenses into Cheyenne's eye. She screamed. As the monster kept attacking, Cheyenne began to feel numb. Through her one good eye, she saw her best friend. Her best friend, in her frilly white dress, bloody and bruised and cut up. That hurt worse than the physical pain she was feeling. Well, at least until the beast sank it's multiple fangs into her arm. That burned like fire. It was a match to the physical pain. She knew what fire felt like. Literally. She knew thanks to a little boy once dropping a sparkler on her foot.

Cheyenne didn't think she could let out any more sounds, but she did. No... This was worse than fire. It was so hot it was freaking cold. The girl let out a blood-curdling scream.

Then, the pain didn't stop, but no excess pain was added. Opening her eyes for a few seconds, she saw another fight. Flashes of gold... Silver, black... There were soft grunts and loud gargling sounds. There was black gook on the ground that stunk like acid and sizzled... But Cheyenne could barely remind herself that acid wasn't black and thick and sluggish. Suddenly a golden haired boy flashes forward with a sword, slashing it across the creature.

There was a loud scream... But it wasn't human. Not at all. It was monster-like and terrifying. And with that, there was a large fountain of black spray, and the two halves of the creature fell on either side of Cheyenne. She turned her head to the side to see it squirming and writhing and dying away. Good, Cheyenne thought. Let it die. Let it suffer.

"Jace, I think we're too late..." Said a feminine voice. "No... Alec, go check the other girl. I'm pretty sure the blonde's alive." "Okay," came a different male voice. The boy known as Jace scooped her up in his arms.

"Nat..." Cheyenne whispered, "Help's here..." And with that, she passed out in his arms.

INTERMISSION:

"Ve~! Hello my-a Bella ragazzas! It's-a me again! I-a made pasta!" *Feliciano does a cute little happy dance* *Natarii pokes head in* "Feli…? Are you excited for the next chapter, or do you have to go pee?" *Feli gets teary eyed* "I-a was excited… I-a made pasta, Bella…" "Whaaa! Don't cry!" *turns to smile sheepishly at readers* "Sorry, everyone… I promise I'll take care of Feli. You just continue reading, now!

INTERMISSION OVER-

"Would you shut up? Just because their humans doesn't mean we should have left them!" Came a feminine whisper. "I didn't say that," hissed a male voice. "I'm just saying we can't take care of them forever… It's been a week!" "You- h-hey, I think she's waking up!" "Which one?" "The blonde, dumb-ass!"

Cheyenne's eyes fluttered open, but she could only see out of one. She didn't feel the light weight of her glasses and she felt something soft and puffy over her left eye. Things were blurry, but two faces were close enough for her to make them out. She tried to sink back into her covers, because… Well… There were two faces just… staring at her. They looked related. Maybe twins? They were both fair. The boy had stormy gray-blue eyes and black hair and a very, very serious expression. The girl looked similar to him, but her expression was curious. She had long black hair and big, turquoise eyes. Her curiousity soon turned to excitement. "Yay! You're up!"

Cheyenne slowly sat up. "Um… yeah… Where am I?" She asked. The boy sighed as if she should know. "The Institute." "The Institute?" Cheyenne asked. "Yepp." The girl nodded. Then she turned to the boy. "Alec, go get Hodge. I'll stay here with her. And… get her some clothes."

The blonde looked down at herself. Her clothes were dirty and ripped up. She was half covered with a white blanket, so she didn't get to see her jeans. Her top covered well enough, but still… "I should have something that'll fit," the girl said as the boy, supposedly Alec, left the room. "Sorry about him. That's Alec, my older brother. He's a grump, but all in all, he's cool enough." Cheyenne nodded. "Okay…" She blew some hair out of her eyes. "So…" "I forgot to introduce myself, didn't I? Sorry, I'm Isabelle." Cheyenne smiled. "It's nice to meet you, Isabelle, but… that's not what I was going to ask." Her eyes widened. "Oh…" "My friend…?" Isabelle's face fell. "She still hasn't woke up." Cheyenne frowned. "Oh… well, how many more days would you guess?" Isabelle looked down at her feet. "You see… Your friend was attacked by a creature… Um… a demon. And she bought you time. In doing that, she was harmed more than you…" "W-well, she's gonna wake up, right? Sh-she's gonna be okay… Right?" Cheyenne whimpered out. The black haired beauty looked saddened. "Well, we don't know…" Cheyenne sat up abruptly, ignoring the stinging pain. "What do you mean you don't know?! How could you not know?! Is she gonna be okay or not?! She's my best friend! I wanna know! NOW!" Isabelle took a step back and her face hardened. "We don't know, okay?! She might wake up tomorrow, in a week, in a month! Better yet, she might never wake up!" She realized what she said, seeing Cheyenne's visible eye filling with tears. "I'm- I'm sorry," she began. "No!" Cheyenne cried. She stood shakily. "I want to see her," she hissed. "I don't think-" "I said I want to see her!" Isabelle sighed. "Fine. You wanna see her? Over here." Her voice was cold. Grabbing Cheyenne's wrist, she began dragging her over to a white curtain. She had a strong grip… It hurt. But the blonde was not going to admit it. As they walked over there, they passed a bed with a pale girl with red curls fanned over her pillow. She looked really sick… Maybe this was a hospital?

She ripped the eye patch off. It was bugging her. "Hey!" Isabelle complained.

Cheyenne gave her a look.

Then the black haired teen jerked the white curtain back. Behind the machines… The beeping, flashing machines, was a figure laying on a white bed. "Nat?" Cheyenne whispered. She took a step forward, and surprisingly, as weak as she was, she ripped her wrist out of Isabelle's grasp. She didn't notice the girl's look of surprise. The petite blonde came around the machines to kneel by the bed and she almost choked.

Natasha looked gray. Her hair had no glossy sheen… She looked dead. They say in books and movies that when someone was dead, they look peaceful. Natasha didn't. She just looked… dead. She wasn't, but she was close to it. If the heart monitor wasn't beeping steadily, Cheyenne would have lost it. "Nat?" She asked shakily. "Natasha? Natasha, you… You need to wake up. Okay?" She felt the tears fall. "You here me?" She asked. "Natasha Elle Koax, you wake up right now!" She cried, her hands gripping the bed's rails tightly. "Right now, darn it!" Those last words were a scream.

The curtain was jerked open. "What's going on?" A different male voice said. But Cheyenne ignored it. "She's hysterical. Her best friend-" Isabelle began. "I see." The voice cut her off. Foot steps echoed in her ear drums and a hand came down on her shoulder. "Let go," Cheyenne hissed. "No," the voice hissed back. He turned her to face him. The blonde was met with an avenging angel. A cold expression, dirty blonde hair that fell slightly in his liquid gold pools for eyes and a toned body. "What the hell do you think you're doing? You should leave her alone, you're not going to do any good. In fact, you might make it worse." The silken voice asked. But in all honesty, she could care less about his perfection. "I could ask you the same thing," she replied. "Everyone was around me, but no one, no one was around her! She's in worse condition than me! And you come in now, pretending like you have the right to tell me not to give a care about my best friend?! I'm not doing harm! I would never hurt her!" She shouted. "I bet you don't even care what happens to either of us! You're just getting some public popularity out of this, aren't you?!" He scoffed and chuckled. "You have no idea how FAR from the truth you are."

He let go of her shoulder and stood. "But if you want to believe that, go right ahead. Cry all you want about us not giving a damn, but don't you ever call what we do a publicity stunt." His voice was a cold, cold hiss. And with that he turned. "Isabelle, you deal with her." "Jace..." He then left in a silent rage, and Isabelle muttered something Cheyenne couldn't understand. But she didn't care because her blood was boiling. "Jerk," The blonde hissed. Then she shouted something Natasha would. "You... You Jerk face!" But not about Isabelle. She turned back to her friend.

Memories flooded over her.

Memories… precious memories from third grade up.

Cheyenne had bounced over to the lonely looking brunette standing with her parents. She had never seen the girl before, but she was the only other girl at the boy scout meeting. "Hi! I'm Cheyenne!" The little girl raised her head. "Um… Hi…" Her parents chuckled. "It's nice to meet you, Cheyenne. This is Natasha. We just moved here," her blonde haired, green eyed mother said. Natasha's mother looked nothing like her. She was fair skinned, blonde haired, and her eyes were so light green, they were almost yellow. Natasha was light tan, had dark brown hair and big dark brown eyes. Her father however, had tan skin, black hair, and black eyes. He was half Japanese, Cheyenne learned later. "Cool!" She squeaked. She looked at the girl. "Will you be my friend?" The brunette's eye widened. Then she smiled. "Sure!" She squeaked. That was the marking of their forever friendship.

Then there was the time when they were in the mall for Cheyenne's birthday, and were playing "Lava". Even at twelve, they were kids at heart. They jumped from blue tile to blue tile, and Natasha accidentally stepped on the white. "Whoops!" She giggled, her brown eyes sparkling. "Rematch!" For Natasha was competitive. "Okay!" And they played again.

Then they were fourteen, and Natasha's heart was broken over a boy who was one of her best friends... That she was in love with... But he didn't love her back. He liked her, but not enough to be able to choose between her and someone else. She was in shock the first week. She was angry. Hurt, but angry. She hadn't known... And then she cried to Cheyenne. Cried and cried while Cheyenne hugged her and tried her best to comfort her like Natasha had done for her so many times.

Different memories came too… From their making up memories and telling them to their friends on the spot to their fawning over One Direction and Big Time Rush.

Natasha had aged over her years. In a good way. She became more and more mature and stubborn, though not in a bad way. She was funnier and funnier and her eyes grew more hazel each year, which made her really happy, and her hair lightened.

Cheyenne choked up a bit, though.

Natasha had the reputation as the "good girl". And she was proud of it. It was hard to even make her make a dirty joke. But when she did, it was spontaneous and hilarious. She had always wanted to fall in love though. She had always day-dreamed about her wedding day. The two could spend hours imagining their futures. And they would always tease each other.

Now… It may not ever happen.

"Isabelle," Cheyenne whispered. The girl raised her blue eyes to Cheyenne's back. "Yes?" She asked. "You have to save her," she said. "You have to save her, because… She's my best friend. I don't know what I'll do without her… She's my sister… She's strong, she's proud, she stubborn as Hell, she's a role model to so many people… And I need her."

Cheyenne turned her not steel gray eyes to Isabelle's carribean blue ones. "I need you to promise me you'll save her. Because she needs to have her wedding one day. The one she's fantasized over for years. Do you understand?"

Isabelle's expression softened. "I don't know if we can." "But you have to. Promise me. Please, promise me Isabelle. She's my best friend…" Isabelle sighed. "I promise you I'll do everything I can. That's as much as I can do." Cheyenne smiled sadly and nodded. "That'll do."

After that, the two went to the kitchen. Isabelle had given Cheyenne some gray sweat pants and a sky blue tee-shirt. "Are you hungry?" She asked the blonde. Cheyenne nodded. "Please… being fed through tubes isn't enough…" "Okay!" Isabelle chirped. "Izzy, give her the pizza," said a different male voice. Cheyenne knew it wasn't the blonde haired perfection. The voice was different. She looked over to discover Alec leaning against the door frame. His flicked his black hair out of his indigo eyes. "It's safer that way." Isabelle glared and huffed. "What's wrong with my cooking?" "You didn't take after mom, that's what. You're cooking can destroy demons." Isabelle slapped his arm. "Rude!" "Yeah, yeah." He grabbed the pizza box out of the fridge and warmed up to slices. He smiled a bit and gave it to Cheyenne. "Here." Nodding, the girl began scarfing it down, not noticing the wide eyes watching her.

"I guess you were right," Isabelle said. "That tube feeding really doesn't give you enough to digest…"

"Can I have two more?" Asked Cheyenne. She normally, wasn't this polite, but... She was heart broken. If she wasn't literally starved, she wouldn't eat anything. If her friend... Her childhood friend... Didn't wake up, the blonde didn't know what she'd do. It would kill her.

"Sure," said Isabelle, casting the girl a saddened look, Isabelle warmed up two more pieces and handed them to her. "Thanks..."

"So, tell us about your friend," Alec said, sitting and smiling politely. He wouldn't normally be this friendly, but... He felt bad. Really bad. Obviously, these two were super close. "Well..." Cheyenne took a deep breath, and began a long speech about her best friend.

"Natasha was very popular at our school. We were both in the Wind Ensamble of our school's band. She was a French Horn and I was a Bass Clarinet. We were section leaders-" "What's Wind Ensamble?" Asked Isabelle. Cheyenne sighed. "It's the top band of the school." "Oh..." "Anyway. Natasha was going for modeling and always wanted to be in the entertainment industry. She loved acting and singing. Had since I've known her. She loved Archery..."

Another memory crashed upon her.

"Okay, Nat, you got this. So you pull the string back like this." 11 year old Cheyenne pulled the ten pound bow's string back with her fingertips, her hand brushing her cheek. "And then you just let go." The arrow hit the target. "But remember, notch the arrow with the odd fletching out. Okay?" 12 year old Natasha nodded, her eyes bright. "Gotchya!" She gave a soft giggle, and then did exactly what Cheyenne told her to do. It barely hit the target, but both cheered like crazy and in celebration they ate Pringles chips and drank .

It was the first time Natasha had shot an arrow.

"Can I ask a question?" Asked Alec. The blonde was snapped out of her memory. "Sure," replied Cheyenne, looking up at him. "Why are you talking about her in past tense? She's still here, isn't she? She's not gone yet." The blonde's eyes widened. "That's right," said Isabelle, giving a soft smile and taking Cheyenne's hand in hers. "We promise. We're not gonna let her die on you. Not yet."

Cheyenne felt tears brim at her eyes. She wiped them away quickly before they could spill. She hated crying in front of people. Absolutely hated it. "Thank you," she said quietly, trying not to cry. She stayed quiet for the next few moments, not allowing herself to cry. She wouldn't let herself cry. She just wouldn't. No. She couldn't!

She refused.

Except… It didn't matter. At all.

She cried anyway.

"And-a so she was-a sad... Because she-a didn't have-a pasta...?" "No, Feli. I'll explain later."

(( Author's Note: Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed Chapter One of Silver Lining and Moon Beams! I'm going to try to follow the book as best as I can, okay? So... this is sort of a gift-slash-story trade with my friend C. Nicole M, who I do ask for ideas here and there. Therefore, she is the co-author. So... yeah... I hope you enjoyed! :D "Ve~!" Hehe... Yeah... And I hope you liked my Hetalia reference as well. Next time it's probably going to by Momiji Sohma~! 3 "Who's-a Momiji, Bella?" "Oh, dear..."))