There were many reasons why Bay hated any profession the specialized in helping people. Charity workers especially volunteering teenagers (always overly peppy), Government programs that promise to help the middle class (ha), public school teachers (idiots), but worst of all doctors. It didn't matter the kind, may it be a pediatrician, psychologist, or even a podiatrist they all cared on a carefully executed protocol.

The girl was sitting on a blue hospital bed, her body covered by a regulation gown while the doctor checked her nose to see if the cause of bleeding was a ruptured blood vessel. Beside her Sarah was biting the inside of her cheek. The woman may not be a doctor, but she had a couple degrees medicine and knew her stuff. It obviously wasn't a ruptured blood vessel. It would still be bleeding if it was. Dr. Wilson was noticeably running out of off hand diagnosis. Well obvious to them, to anyone else he was just going thru protocol.

Bay would have been able to see her guardian's gears working out every possible reason or cause of her moment of weakness (as she was now calling it) if there wasn't some light-up tool being shoved up her nose. The man hummed lightly before pulling away and threw the nozzle into the garbage.

"Everything seems to be normal." He said, "Did you get hit in the face, or did something shock you?"

"No." She answered, scooting closer to Sarah.

This was a waste of time. She knew why she had a bloody nose and that's all that mattered. If fainting was her moment of weakness, then two minutes earlier had been her moment of power. She'd seen Bronwyn and Alec start a domestic. It was to be expected for the bearded man to start a fight when under the influence. What she hadn't expected was Alec throwing the first punch. As much as it angered her that sweet, nice, not boring Alec would just hit a fellow nephilim even if whatever Bronwyn said angered him –quiet, well mannered Alec – She wouldn't stand to see anyone hurt her Alec.

It was almost like a little part of her was triggered and shot right at the large man. She saw the only weapons on him and fired. Bay could feel herself cramping and contorting his hands, causing him pain. Suddenly the energy stopped and she felt almost winded. Without any real thinking she just blurted out the first thing that came to her mind. After that anything that happened was a blur. She woke up in Sarah's arms just as they entered the hospital.

"Ok then, follow my finger." He proceeded to move his fingers in a predicted motion. Even if she was out of it she'd have been able to follow. When he was content with that he moved his thumbs under her eyes. "There aren't any obvious signs of brain damage, and she isn't dehydrated. Yet again fainting could be caused by a million and one things."

Sarah nodded in agreement.

"She looks rather thin. How often has she been eating?"

"Bay nibbled a bit on dinner tonight, but she said her stomach was feeling barmy. Neither of us are breakfast people. I can get some grits or cereal in her, though. You have been eating your lunch right, Girly?" Sarah asked her sternly.

"Yes, ma'am," She answered truthfully. She didn't have an eating disorder. If anything she was fighting against the possibility of acquiring one. Food was off putting to her stomach, but it was recently getting better. The stuff her tutors gave her was diminishing symptoms. Yet another reason why it was pointless to be there.

"Either way she needs to eat more. I'd suggest more protein. "Brown-haired man said, "Now, I understand that she was going to come in tomorrow because she hasn't been feeling well as of late."

"Yes, she'd been complaining about an upset stomach and headaches. Well, I say complaining more like hiding and writing it off as nothing." Sarah directed that last bit to the girl smiling apologetically.

"Miss Bay, you shouldn't keep things like that from Sarah. If you think there's something wrong then you need to tell her immediately."

"There's nothing wrong with me." The stubborn girl answered.

"We'll see about that now won't we? Lift your chin, please." Dr. Wilson probed her neck gently. He mumbled about her swollen lymph nodes before rolling in his chair to the other side of the curtained room to grab a Popsicle stick out of a drawer. He told her to say 'ah' and stuck it on her tongue, shining a light in her mouth.

"Your throat is infected, but it shouldn't hurt more then a sore throat. How does it feel?"

"It hurts a bit." She admitted

"I'm going to want take some blood. Relax, "He added when he noticed Bay had curled her fingers into fists at her side. "It only feels like a pinch."

Dr. Wilson stood and went to another drawer, pulling out a purple lollipop. The girl looked to Sarah for permission before taking the treat out of the doctor's out stretched hand. Maybe he wasn't so bad.

"A nurse will be in shortly. "He said addressing them both. "After that you can leave and we will contact you when the tests are finished."

They shook hands before he collected his charts. Later a nurse came in to draw blood, Bay sucking on her lollipop the entire time. Not long after they were allowed home. Bay readied herself for bed as Sarah collected clothes into the laundry basket to take to the Laundromat tomorrow.

"How much for the Apples?" Sarah asked the grocer.

He was Romanian and Sarah spoke to him in such. From the little Bay knows, she caught him tell her a decent price. Sarah grabbed enough to last the two girls until the next market visit, paid, and walked over to the next booth. Bay followed close behind, watching wooden signs swing back and forth and plastic advertisements flap noisily in the wind. The news paper said there was a forty percent chance of rain today. Judging by the type, speed, and color of the clouds it was probably more like forty-three.

Market day was fun in way that it could easily become an adventure. Even if it was searching for a particular food in the after work crowd or watching some suspicious transactions happening in dark corners there were always things that could happen.

Sarah stopped outside the kosher deli. Bay hated the kosher deli. It smelled bad, but it wasn't the meat that made her want to gag. It was the butcher behind the counter. He smelled like the golden retriever he hid in the backroom and anchovies. She hated anchovies. Because of this very reason she asked her guardian if she could stay outside the shop.

"Fine, but stay where I can see you or you can hear me when I call."

"Yes ma'am."

Sarah entered the shop leaving a warning glance over her shoulder. Bay rolled her eyes and sat on the curb, knees drawn up with arms and chin leaning on them.

The street was filled the regulars talking with the merchants and maids collecting what they needed for whatever dinner party their employers were hosting (the inquisitor was having turkey tonight), and mothers running after their children before scolding them and finishing the shopping. Sitting there watching everything and everyone play out the way it always had gave her sense of calmness. The land felt like home. Though small changes happened here and there it never failed to make her feel welcome. Every city had a soul and that soul was made up by the people in it. When a person died, no matter how insignificant, took part of the city with them. Bay liked to think that she too was a part of this place.

A pair of blue boots walked into her vision. "Don't you think that Sarah would remember that dogs are supposed to be tied to a tree or a fire hydrant? They might run away."

Bay glared up at the Warlock counsel member. "Woof,"

"Aw come on, you can do better than that."

The girl jumped up, letting out the largest bark she could. Mordecai grimaced and put a finger in his ear.

"That was definitely better."

"No it was great. You're just tone deaf." She said. Bay lifted her arms in a silent request. The man lifted her onto his hip, laughing as he did so.

"You're getting big. You need to lay off the sweets."

"Says the man who had a chocolate bar seventeen minutes ago."

"How did you figure that out?"

She reached over and wiped a bit of chocolate from the corner off mouth, and smirked. "You're a messy eater, and Peter was only happy to help me test the time it takes candy to dry."

"I bet he was. " He said in a sing-song voice, cocking his hip and flipping his bleach blonde hair uselessly out of his face.

"You're disgusting."

"I try."

Bay held on to his brown leather jacket partially for warmth and partially for stability. He was one of the few people she actually enjoyed the company of. He was fun and interesting and best of all he didn't seem to care about her weirdness. He just teased her relentlessly about it and anything else he could think of. Right now he seemed to think that she and Peter fancied each other, and made sure to let her know it.

Mordecai was a well built, a bit below average height man. His mark was that he looked like an albino. All he did was dye his hair blonde and with eyes the palest of blues it only made him look like his nationality. He still had his Finnish accent to go with his air pilot jacket. Even without the warlock's stories being vocalized the World War II jacket in itself spoke volumes. He was a man full of adventure and tales from around the world. He was her source for world news. Everyone around her had the same attitude that nothing mattered outside Idris. Sarah and Mordecai were the only people who seemed to care.

It was for this very reason that she needed to talk to him. There were only so many high warlocks in the world and with him being on the counsel he was bound to know plenty. It was only a logical assumption that he could help her, but there was still a chance that he'd never even heard her father. He may only know as much as she did which only consisted of a name and place. Though being very important and useful information her being seven meant that she couldn't quite yet use it.

It wouldn't be hard to get information from the man holding her. He was trusting. Oh, did she hate lying to people who trusted her. There weren't many and every time she lied he felt like she was fraying the cord between the two of them. The last thing she ever wanted was for one of them to break. Bay aimed for an easy already been used countless of times by Peter's older brother, Derek: It's for a school assignment.

"My class is doing a project on warlocks. We're supposed to write about what they do and-

"-And you thought that I would be a perfect candidate to study."

"No…. Anyone who has the guts could do it on you, but they won't. Every child in my class will do it generically. I want to do it off a real high warlock. I was wondering if you could quick tell me about someone you know to see if I really want to that."

He stared at her for a moment, pale blue meeting bright blue. Bay wondered if he was going to question her farther. Maybe she hadn't sounded convincing and he saw right thru her like he sometimes could. Lying was an art she didn't feel she had mastered yet. Then all was well when Mordecai smiled in his carefree way and rolled his eyes.

"Alright, anyone you had in mind? Just remember what I tell you, you didn't hear from me."

"But how does that work? I can hear you perfec-"The rest of what she said was smothered by the hand now covering her mouth.

"Shh, you need to be quiet. There are spies everywhere." For a moment Bay was pulled into the adventure of the two of them being secret agents. She was the tall, dark, beautiful spy and he was her informant. They would discuss the whereabouts of the mysterious revolutionist (her father) and make plans to take down the enemy government. She cleared those thoughts away from her head. She didn't have time for fantasies, she thought as her mouth was released.

"Okay go on, there doesn't seem to be enemy spies eavesdropping behind the fruit." He whispered excitedly, looking around the street. "Do you have a name or particularly place?"

Yes, actually, I have both. She thought longingly, "I don't know, somewhere out the country, the continent even."

"I know quite a few people in Asia."

"To close- how about across the world? Like North America."

"I can think of a couple in Canada."

"Not Canada. We might as well still be in Europe."

"America then. Since we're being picky-choosy, east or west coast?

Bay had studied more on the place she had never had the chance to call home. She'd looked at maps with Peter and read off different facts (some useless, some not), but she still didn't feel like she knew it well enough.

"East coast, please."

"Let me see then…" Mordecai listed men and woman's names ranging from Boston to Miami. By the fifth suggestion she was starting to worry that she hit a dead end. That was until he stopped for a second and, forgetting about possible rouge spies, exclaimed.

"Oh, you know who I think you'd like: Magnus Bane- sorry Lightwood- High Warlock of Brooklyn. Brooklyn is a part of New York City, "He added for her benefit. "He was originally offered my job since he had been here during the Mortal War."

"He was in Alicante?" She asked incredulous. Partly because of rarity that downworlders were let in and partly because her father could have stood right where they were standing.

"The wards had been down at the time. Just about anyone could have entered."

"But why was he here, and better question why did he turn down a spot on the counsel?"

"I'd like to think it's because he's a romantic."

"You would." She dead panned.

"I'm not quite sure how much I should tell you. I really don't want Sarah mad at me because I put thoughts in your head."

"I won't tell if you won't."

"Fine. The story Magnus has been telling is that his… boyfriend at the time had fire messaged him from Alicante. Don't know what about, but he had come when Ragnor Fell died and when the wards fell and the first demon attack happened he was here. He was fighting some demons when his boo jumped from the rooftops like an angel and killed one of those blood thirsty beasts that had sneaked up on him, saving his life."

Bay opened and closed mouth. As much as all that was useless information it brought a new perspective to the mix. Was her father's 'boo' Alexander Lightwood? The war hadn't been two years before she was born. It was quite possible her parents had been dating before her dad was pregnant with her. Had they been in love?

"How is any of that important?"

"I was trying to show you the romanticism behind it. I guess you're too young. Anyway the two of them fought in the battle together. Later when all the new regulations meetings were being held Magnus had a lot to do with representing warlocks and witches alike. The clave offered him a seat on the counsel, but he declined. His excuse was his work, but honestly anyone would have taken his original position. The real reason was that blue-eyed shadowhunter he constantly brags about. Magnus recommended me and I got the job. I guess it all worked out. The two of them are married now. They are the cutest couple I have ever seen."

"Really?"

"Most definitely. Two totally different personalities, but they compliment each other well. If you wanted you could talk to his husband. I haven't had a chance to talk to him yet, but he's here in Alicante."

"What does he look like?" She said in a hurry.

Mordecai looked at her funny, "The fact that they're both men doesn't bother you?"

"No, should it?"

"I guess not…"

She growled in frustration. The first step was to find Alexander and then decisions could be made later. But without knowing what he looked like the task was becoming more stressful and fruitless with every passing hour. It was all the girl thought about now: finding the man who brought her to life. She had been given the most lifting and grounding news. Her dads were married. They did love each other and why wouldn't they want a copy of them both? But with that realization came another. The people around her had taken her. They had abducted her from the life she was supposed to have not the life given to her as substitute for not having loving parents, or any parents for that matter.

"What does he look like?" Bay repeated calmly, fighting the urge to shake it out if him.

"Well, he's tall and-"

"Eliza- Bay, how are feeling? Is everything alright?" Alec stood a couple feet away from the pair looking at her with the most truthful worry she had ever seen behind anyone's eyes.

AN- I originally was going to have Alec and Bay talking in this chapter, but the conversation between Mordecai and her took a lot longer then I had thought. So I guess I actually left it as a cliff hanger again. I've only gotten maybe a quarter thru cols and there are so many things in my version then the real books that are different. I'm going to have to take notes to see what I came up with versus what Cassandra Clare really wrote.

On that note I would like to announce that I will be remaking 'It Happens'. Looking back at it I see now that I could have done so much better. The problem is I don't known if I'm just going to re-write (make it longer, more chapters, better written) it or do it completely over. I have the most brilliant idea that is nothing like the original story, but a billion times better. The only problem is that it would have to go thru cohf and the release of that is in over a year I think. That and my copy of cols is from the library so I'd have to study this book. Tell me what you think, because that would really help my decision.

For Sherlock fans my best friend meg81997 wrote a post- Reichenbach one-shot called No Light, No light. I would really appreciate it if you readers would R&R. Yes it does have slash in it for johnlock shippers.

Victoria

P.S. Dr Wilson is the Dr. Wilson from House just covered in runes. I think to cut down on OC's I'll use characters from popular tv programs.