Helllllloooooooooo! so chaoter 2 is super small and I apologize for that but I hope you still like it. As always you are welcome to leave reviews, good and bad. See ya !

Clary's point of view

They were all silent for a moment, the enormity of their peril finally sinking in. They had no idea where they were or how to go back. Clary's back still hurt and she trembled slightly as Jace held her, leaning into him and finding some relief in his familiar smell. Alec took charge and started to lead them towards a busier street, music and brawls coming out of bars as they walked. If only Clary had her notebook with her. The sun was just starting to rise and it painted a beautiful picture. The buildings were built different from New York, they seemed to be all bricks and windows the light of the rising sun reflecting off the windowsills. After being there for a while she even got used to the smell that must be coming of the horse poop piled along the street, and new smells started to fill her nostrils, the smoke from the factories, a pleasant homey smell drifting out from an open window. She was so lost in thought that she didn't notice when everyone else stopped walking and ended up bumping into Alec who had his neck craned up. Taking a step back Clary looked up. There in the middle of the city was a huge clock dominating the sky. They were in London.

"So now we know where we are." Isabelle said, a look of slight frustration on her face, "We just don't know what year we are in."

Simon grabbed her hands and pulled her close, letting her rest her shoulder against his chest as they all stared at Big Ben(name of the clock ). They were still lost, but for a moment it didn't matter quite as much as they all stood together watching the sun bring color to an already beautiful city. Alec was the first to snap out of it, turning down a side road and walking briskly, almost as if he had somewhere urgent to be. The rest of the team scrambled to keep up with Alec, a quick look shared between them , expressing the sympathy they all felt for Alec. Magnus wasn't there. Therefor Alec would be miserable.

"So, are we going anywhere in particular ?" Jace asked Alec his voice soft, immediately the tension in Alec's shoulders eased and he turned to look at the group without stopping.

"We are going to the London Institute to seek shelter and their cooperation in stopping the Greater Demon."

" What are we going to tell them ?" Clary asked her mind running through the possibilities in which this could end in disaster.

"Leave that to me. Now let's go. " The rest of the walk was uneventful, the Institute located within the hour. Clary looked up at the glimmering building, wondering if it was as grant on the inside as it was on the outside. Her eyes traveled down to her group and focused on Simon.

"I don't think this is a good idea." As everyone turned to her with identical questioning gazes she rushed to explain. " I mean based on the form of transportation, music and what little we have seen of clothing, we would all be very inappropriately dressed. And let's not forget that they will think Simon is a threat. What if instead of helping us they attack us or imprison us or something even worse ? "

They all seemed to be contemplating their options, moving closer to the shadows in case anyone from the institute decided to gaze out a window and spotted them. After they all thought about it and discussed their best option, they came to an arrangement. Alec, being the most presentable and less likely to insult someone, would be the first to knock on the door, and explain their situation to the London shadowhunters with the exception of time travel. Clary, Izzy and Jace would flank Simon while they waited for Alec to determine if the shadowhunters could be trusted. If they thought it was too much of a risk, they would leave without any preamble. They all took their positions, weapons placed in easily reached places and Alec stepped forward, walking slowly to the imposing door. His hand hovered over the wood, a bit of doubt sipping into his composure, but he pushed it aside and let his fist fall against the door.