A/N: Hmm. Not many people are reading my story. I only got one review and it was from my FRIEND FROM SCHOOL! No offense Iris but it's kind of pathetic when only people you know are interested in your stories. Time to answer her!

Iris goddess of rainbows: Oh my Geronimo? Really to you too! And no, it's not saint-Johnson; it's Saint- Jonathan who believe it or not is a biblical character. Also, if you ever even read TMI, you wouldn't be rolling your eyes, you'd be laughing at the joke. Yes, Mr. Peter. Pierre is French for rock, Peter is Hebrew for rock (hehe, get it?). OH GOSH I KILLED ! :( Your brother's safe. Remember we're in High school so Xavier, being in the grade below me, wouldn't even be in that class. Sorry, too late for new OC's. Her name is SavannaH! Gah! A/N too long. On with the story! Doctor Who references in this chappy.


Chapter Two

That's Hunter?

I could not believe it. Like Sophie said in the last chapter, it's hard being a Fangirl. Imagine a Fangirl meeting the characters of their favorite fandom. Basically all Sophie said when she realized who they were was;

"SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Then they drew the Iratze on me (OMGs I'M A SHADOWHUNTER) and I woke up, the minute I saw Jace's golden eyes I also realized who he was;

"SQUEEEEEEEEEEE!" was all any one heard from me for a good long while.

Then we started dancing around with each other singing a beautiful song. It went;

"SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Jace sighed turned to Alec and stared at him pointedly.

"Understand why all four of us had to come?" he said.

"Yes. And I think we should have brought more." It was Alec's turn to sigh, "Jace why didn't you tell me we were going to babysit a couple of crazy fourteen year olds?"

"Step aside girls," Isabelle said, cracking her whip.

Clary ran up and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't hurt them!" she said, seeming surprised at her, "They're just two teens! They don't know how to defend themselves!"

"I'm not going to hurt them. Just intimidate them."

That snapped Sophie out of her "SQUEE!" fest.

"Intimidate!" she yelled, triumphantly, "found another 'ate' word." She then adopted a weird, robotic voice, "Intimidate! Intimidate! Exterminate! EXTERMINATE!"

"I agree with you Jace," Clary said, "She's crazy."

"Whatever," he replied, "these girls are worth it."

That won a few giggles from us.

"Worth portaling to Canada?" Izzy asked.

"Yes." Nice and straight forward, "Their parents know everything, so we'll just portal them back to Brooklyn."

More giggles.

"Why didn't you tell us before?" Alec asked, annoyed.

"There wasn't enough time, that daylighter dude was already attacking."

Guess what we did? Yep, giggled.

"Yes, but how did you know?" Clary said, exasperated.

He turned to look her in the eye as he said; "Hunter."

Realization dawned on everyone's faces and they all looked at us with awe in their eyes.

"Who's Hunter?" Sophie, that little blonde, asked.

I face palmed.

"Ohmigosh!" we giggled, again (I know, annoying, right?)

Clary's portal had somehow landed us quite a few blocks away from the Institute, so we took this time to annoy our not-fictional-anymore friends.

"By the angel is it really you?" we asked "Alec, Isabelle and Jace Lightwood and Clary Fairchild? Ohmigosh! When do we meet Simon Lewis? How about Magnus? Ohmigosh I cannot wait to meet sparkly Magnus!"

"Okay!" Isabelle finally interrupted, "Slow down girls, I am seriously overwhelmed. And Isabelle Lightwood does not get overwhelmed."

"I don't recall saying anything about our names." Jace questioned.

"That's 'cause you didn't." I giggled.

"And what about Simon?" Izzy asked, "None of us said anything about him."

"And I have no recollection of any of us mentioning Magnus," Clary said.

"Or his obsession with sparkles." Alec finished.

"That's not how we know," giggled Sophie.

"Then how do you?"

"Well it's a long story but…" Sophie paused, playing with the bright red streak in her hair and making a very thoughtful face (which is a very funny thing to see on the face of a stereotypical blonde), "you know what? I'm not gonna tell you. This is too funny!"

Then she looked at me and something telepathic passed between us. We burst out laughing. I laughed so hard my long straight brown hair got in my mouth and I tried to spit it out, which got more laughs from Sophie. Out of the corner of my brown eyes I saw people on the street staring at us. Let them stare, I was having fun.

Clary shoved her face into Jace's shoulder – So fluffy!- in annoyance (or embarrassment. Or maybe both?), Isabelle sighed and Alec closed his eyes.

It was like that for the rest of the walk. Sophie and I were completely indifferent to the cold December air, as we skipped and sang Christmas songs.

When we finally got to the institute, even though Sophie and I knew what it really looked like, it still looked like a small, trashed church.

I closed my dark brown eyes and remembered the basic description. Tall castle-like towers the words danced before my eyes, a dark authentic look to it, very epic. Then I opened my eyes.

And there it was. Sophie and I gasped ("Collective gasps…" Alec shivered). In front of us was the Brooklyn Institute towering over us, striped of all the glamour. And I do mean the magical glamour, because if you ask me, the Institute is pretty glamorous on its own.

Only when I looked down did I see them; two shadowed figures sitting on the front steps, talking quietly. As Jace opened the gates they looked over at us, standing. They walked toward us and we walked toward them.

The younger one, a girl, was definitely around 14, our age, and had light brown eyes and shoulder length light brown hair tied up in a messy ponytail. The ponytail must've been done very quickly, because it was slightly off to the side. She was petite, but fit. I somehow knew she was a werewolf, she just set of this werewolf aura I guess, that or she had sent a telepathic message to me saying; 'sup random stranger! I'm a werewolf! Nice to meet you! Either way, I knew.

The boy was obviously her older brother. They had the same hair color, same tough, confident demeanor, same aura of really awesome werewolf-ishness. His eyes were deep brown and seemed to know everything about everything. I felt as if he knew the past, the present and the future. And me. His hair was messy, almost spiky, but to calm. Definitely somewhere in between. If I had had to guess his age I'd have said he was about 18, but looks can be deceiving. In fact, when Sophie was younger, people always thought she was way older then she really was, and now people think she's way younger. To get to the point, I guessed the boy was 18, but there was no telling for sure. I was prepared to be wrong.

"Hey Kayla," Isabelle said, to the girl before turning desperately to her bro, "Hunter, please tell me we were wrong and these weren't the girls you saw!"

He turned to us and smiled, Sophie gasped. He was very good looking.

"Sorry Isabelle," he said in a deep voice, "you were exactly right."

"Oh my gosh…" Sophie said in awe, "You're Hunter? Wow…"

I sighed. Again.

This event, meeting Hunter and Kayla, was quite a while ago. And you wanna know what astonishes me most? Sophie's still just as blonde (maybe even blonder).

A/N: WHEEEEEEE! Another chapter done!

No readers though… Either way I will only update the next chapter if I get at least ten reviews. And don't worry, Iris. I'll update even if they're all from you. But do'you wanna tell your online friends about my Fanfic? It would really make me happy to have readers who like it whom I don't even know (correct use of whom?).

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-Sophia Asheart.