Heya, so I know it was a short time after uploading the first part of this, but I only recently split this and the epilogue apart. It made loads more sense that way.
This takes place in New York, modern day (well, 2009) still.

Well enjoy the next bit! I promise to upload again soon.

Chapter 1

Church sat silently staring at the elevator doors, flicking his tail back and forth in the darkness, willing the doors to hurry up and open.

The elevator was miraculously quiet for its model and age and Jay silently thanked the Angel for it.

Church knew it was no intruder when the doors finally opened, spilling light into the marble hall and casting a shadow behind him. Jay did not know why, but there was some level of trust already built up between the two, so she only had to raise both eyebrows expectantly for Church to comprehend the level of confidentiality necessary that Jay was even here in the first place. In response, he simply started walking down the hall, Jay following.

After navigating a couple of staircases and hallways, the room Church finally led Jay into was fully furnished with a bed, small table with a lamp, dresser, chair and fully functioning bathroom attached. It was on a floor that held about a hundred or so more pretty-much identical rooms, all presently empty. This floor was rarely used or even visited by the occupants of the Institute.

Jay quietly slipped the backpack onto the chair and closed the door softly, after watching the cat's tail disappear around a corner down the hall.

Having opened the shades the night before, light spilled through the window, across the ceiling and just touched the top of the opposite wall as the sun peaked over the edge of the buildings to the East of the Institute. Jay briefly opened one eye to note the time on the watch sitting on top of the backpack before closing it again.

"Church, no!" A voice whispered loudly from down the hall, causing Jay to open both eyes and flip to face the door. Jay could hear Church dragging something away from the door, off down the hall, and wondered if it was food.

"Damn it." The voice was closer now and just as loud. "Drop that, already." Styrofoam could be heard ripping, and Church hissed. "That is disgusting." The voice said, "Why would you want to drag left over Chinese food down the hall? It's not like you even liked it when I gave you some last night." Church sneezed.

Jay looked around, grabbing the open backpack, jacket and watch off the chair, and quickly smoothing the bed cover down. Luckily Jay had slept on top of them last night, having been too tired to do anything but flop down on the bed and pass out. By the time Church was back at the bedroom door, Jay was estimating the drop to the ground from out the bathroom window. But Church was not alone.

Between the time the bedroom doorknob started to twist open and Church darted through to the bathroom to sit staring up at the open window, Jay had squeezed through the tiny window, backpack and all, just gripping onto the lower window ledge, and was about to push off from the outer ledge when someone said, "I wouldn't jump just yet. Maryse left a few hours ago to answer a distress call from one of the downworld bars having demon issues and is probably going to return soon. She's sure to see you if you are out there when she does."

Jay braced against the wall, feet slowly inching up the stonework towards the window. "So I get to enjoy breakfast after all." Pulling back onto the ledge, Jay took the hand that was offered out the window Jay slid back into the bathroom to find Jace Wayland standing there, face to face with her, staring and holding a torn up take-out box of Chinese food.

"It's five-thirty in the morning. What the hell are you doing awake? Much less alive?" Snatching the Chinese food out of Jace's hands, Jay poked at the vegetable and rice mixture, and started eating around the chicken bits.

"I should be the one asking questions. What are you doing in the New York Institute of all places?" Jace raised an eyebrow. "I guess I should have assumed you would have survived. I just didn't think we'd run into each other again after that."

Jay didn't answer, but continued picking through the Chinese food.

"Jay, answer me." Jace's eyes flashed a bit of emotion, probably anger with a hint of confusion, but otherwise his facial expression gave off a look of boredom.

Finishing all but the meat in the box, Jay looked up, reasoning out the situation in her head. "Why not the New York Institute?"

"What brings you here as opposed to Beijing? London? Boston? Chicago? Or what about Idris? Why not just stay there? He is dead after all."

Jay tensed. "I- I didn't know. I've been too busy tracking to pay attention to the real world."

"Don't make up excuses. How it is possible for you not to have heard?" Jace watched Jay close the styrofoam box, move to set it on the counter and turn on the sink to wash off sticky rice and sauce remnants from her hands.

"I just hadn't, alright. It's Jonathan Morgenstern I'm after. He disappeared."

Jace stared out the window, "He's dead."

"No, I meant after you supposedly killed him. I saw that by the way. Nicely done, except for one thing."

Suddenly, Jace moved swiftly to shut the window before flipping around to face Jay. "Maryse is back. I'm supposed to be downstairs. I'm pretty sure she saw me just now, though. We'll finish this conversation later. Consider your next words carefully, though." All of this was said hastily and he had reached the door to the hall now. "Now, go play dead." And he disappeared, pulling the door shut, mumbling, "Like you aren't any good at that in the first place. Stupid pure-bred Mutt." Jay could just hear him half laughing to himself softly down the hall.

Church lay next to Jay on the bed, his tail once again flicking back and forth just slightly, as if waiting for something to happen. Jay, lying crossways on the bed, stared up at the ceiling. An open book lay face up next to Church, Jay's hand resting awkwardly on it to stop the pages from flipping. The light from outside was dimming as the sun set, trailing across the wall behind Jay, just reaching the ceiling as Jay took a deep breath.

Once Jace had left after warning her not to get caught by Maryse jumping out of Institute windows, Jay had merely slipped into the room across the hall and fallen back asleep, this time under the covers.

Around noon, Church had woken Jay back up by leaping on top of the covers in order to get Jay to follow him. Maryse and Robert Lightwood, who ran the New York Institute, were busy sending their children, Alexander and Isabelle, together to Idris for a long weekend to sort out some things with the Penhallow family and, separately, the Clave. Due to this distraction, Church was able to lead Jay to the kitchen, where there were plenty of leftovers, few dirty dishes – solely eating utensils rather than pots and plates - for it seemed no one in the family was very into cooking. And then they made their way to another floor, one of many filled with rooms for Shadowhunters' use while staying at the Institute. This floor, like the last, was pretty much unused save the library at one end of it.

Church had led Jay to the opposite end of the floor from the library first, however. Dumping off the backpack that was now stuffed with bits of food from the kitchen, Jay picked up Church, absentmindedly stroking him, while heading down to poke around the library.

Just Jay's luck, however, that was exactly where Maryse Lightwood was heading for after sending off her kids. Her voice had echoed down the hall and staircase as she reminded her husband of something and Church made a rather strange growl-like sound at the back of his throat before leaping out of Jay's arms, hitting the floor on all fours, sliding slightly forward on the marble floor, and sprinted off through the opening door just as Maryse cracked it open. Church's brief distraction gave Jay just barely enough time to duck out of plain sight behind a giant bookcase stacked with books and leaving no room for Maryse to see through. Jay still held the book Church had meandered over to and was sniffing on a bottom shelf when they first entered the library.

Bookshelves, all with few empty spaces, particularly on the lower halves of the shelves, lined the walls as well as were spread out in row after row across the floor, giving enough coverage and hiding spots for Jay to eventually make it to the door without Maryse noticing any sign of movement. Getting through the door would be the trickiest part, however.

Right then, the door had opened a second time, for a warlock, Magnus Bane, entering. Maryse had not looked up however, seeing as she probably was expecting him.

Magnus saw Jay, who froze, eyes wide, but he gave a quick smile and winked, making sure to hesitate a little longer before letting go of the door handle behind him. Without saying anything, he gave Jay the chance to slip out into the hall without ever being noticed by Maryse.

Still holding the book, Jay silently slipped back down the hall behind Church, who had waited rather patiently a few doors down from the library after surprising Maryse.

And it was there they stayed for several hours, Church coming and going as he pleased, Jay reading and dozing, hoping Jace would come in so they could finish their conversation, allowing Jay to finally leave the Institute.

Jay did not belong here anyway.

There was a slight knock at the already partially opened door which was due to Church's comings and goings. Jay must have dosed off once again. The book was sitting open on Jay's chest, and a styrofoam box with a bit of salad and bread crumbs in it was still open on the bed. Jay sat up abruptly at the sound, grabbing at the book before it clattered to the ground.

Sliding off the bed so that it was between Jay and the door, Jay readied to face the intruders, one hand grasping a knife from underneath the black jacket that had been pretty much thrown across the chair next to the window.

The door was pushed wide open and two figures, both of which Jay recognized, stepped in. Magnus Bane, the taller of the two on the right and Jace, shutting the door on the left.

"Can I help you?" Jay inquired, warily eyeing the warlock, but released the knife under the jacket.

Magnus smiled at Jay for the second time that day, his smile reaching his eyes, warming up his face, glitter and all. "Jayden Wayland." He looked genuinely pleased with himself, "It's been over a century!"