AN: I've really gotten into this story; I've already written through chapter 8 I think. I've got to edit all of it still, so the chapters won't be posted right away but I've gotten ahead with the writing at least.

There is something about this story that I should warn readers about, there is going to be a bit of restating facts from the original TMI novels.

No, it's not going to be straight from the books, but the history is largely the same and I should warn you that it might feel slightly repetitive through some of it. That's unavoidable unfortunately, in order to take this story where I want to go, I have to set up the plot with a lot of the same history as the books.

If that is annoying for you, I apologize, but I hope you enjoy where we end up in the next few chapters following the initial 'stage setting'. Leave reviews to let me know what you're thinking/feeling about the story.

Anywho, now unto the normal stuff I've got to do.

Disclaimer: I do not own any portion of Mortal Instruments, I just love Cassie's characters and can't let them go.

Enjoy!

Chapter 2:

Clary felt numb, they were riding in Luke's truck through the streets of Brooklyn and she had lived here all her life, but everything looked foreign now. She felt cold, so cold that her body was shaking and she couldn't force it to stop. Luke glanced over at her every few seconds with a worried frown. He had turned the heat up as high as would go, but he knew that it wouldn't really help. Clary was in shock, and a heater was not going to able to combat the torrent of emotions and trauma that had enveloped her.

Knowing that he couldn't take her to a mundane hospital, they would ask too many questions, and there was quite a bit of blood on both of them, he headed for the only place where he could get Clary the help she needed, Magnus Bane's loft. He pulled up outside the familiar building and gently grasped Clary's shoulder to get her attention. "Clary we have to go see Magnus, but I need to tell you a few things before we go inside. I would much rather not put any more burdens on you tonight, but this cannot be avoided." He waited for Clary to nod, before he continued.

"I know you saw some things tonight that hard to believe, and you don't know what to think right now. Just know that everything you saw was real, and I will explain it all, but I need you not to ask question for tonight." When he saw her start to disagree with him, he rushed on with his explanation. "I promised you Clary and I meant it, I will tell you everything, even some things you may not want to know, but it can't be tonight. There is simply too much to say and you are already overwhelmed. Please just trust me, I've never wanted to keep anything from you and I promise I won't from tomorrow on, okay?"

Clary hesitated for a moment, although she knew he was right about her current condition, she didn't like the idea that there was apparently a wealth of things that had been hidden from her and that her parents had obviously been keeping that from her by lying. Ultimately though, she knew she couldn't handle much more before she would probably go insane and never be able to function again. She also knew that Luke was the most trustworthy person she knew and that if she could still trust anything or anyone it would be him, so she nodded her assent and waited for the information she would need to make it through the rest of this nightmare of a night.

Luke weighed his words carefully while he waited for her to indicate that she was ready for another burden in this already tragic and horrible night. When she nodded her head slightly he breathed a breath of relief and then began the shortest possible explanation for why they were here and how it would help them both. "Clary, Magnus is not a homeopathic healer, he never was. He is actually a warlock." He anticipated her outburst before it happened and rushed on with his explanation. "Yes, I know that you don't believe that right this moment, but you will as soon as we go inside. He is going to use his magic to help you, we won't be able to warm you up any other way and we need to go somewhere that is safe. Magnus' home is protected from those things you saw tonight at your apartment, meaning they cannot get inside. I know this all sounds ridiculous, but all you have to do is walk inside and you will know the truth."

Clary's eyes were probably the size of saucers right now, but she couldn't help it. Her dad was telling her that her healthcare provider, basically a male nurse, was actually a magical warlock. This had to be an attempt to lighten her mood, it just wasn't possible that Luke actually believed this about the strange healer. Clary would concede the man was a little odd, but he was perfectly nice, and Clary liked him. He seemed to know her mother from before Clary was born and he would visit with them after he treated Clary, so she'd seen him quite a lot over the years and had never once seen anything magical about the guy. Luke was still staring at her with a serious and intent expression all over his face and in his eyes. That look caused Clary to pause her hypothesizing, and to focus her attention back on Luke.

"Okay, if he's a warlock why didn't he just get rid of my headaches and give me a…potion… to sleep."

Luke almost laughed and the hesitation in her voice when she said potion, but she wasn't far wrong, Magnus did indeed have the ability to get rid of her headaches and possibly even the insomnia. However he had sworn on the angel to Jocelyn that he would not tell her what she was or he would have started with the fact that her headaches are due to the fact that Jocelyn was paying a warlock to blind her of her sight, her shadowhunter sight.

So instead of answering the challenge he decided to issue one of his own. "Listen Clary, all you have to do is walk in the building twenty feet from where you are sitting now. If you're right it will only take a few minutes to prove me wrong. So what do you have to lose?"

"Well I guess when you put that way I might as well go say hello to Magnus, and let him know it isn't safe to go by my home anymore." Clary managed to sound nearly normal while she talked about her former home, and she also managed to say it without breaking into tears. Maybe she just needed to take a hot shower and crawl into a bed for the next few days, and she would finally be able to feel warm again. She glanced at the front door again, and thought 'what the hell, at least he has a shower and bed in there and she might be able to get him to let her inside.

Luke felt a small smile form on his lips, it felt so foreign right now to be smiling at all when his soul mate was dead, but he had to put that devastating grief on hold and take care of the daughter they had basically raised together. Her stubbornness finally made something easier for him; her staunch refusal to believe and desire to prove him wrong at least got her moving towards the safety of the high warlock of Brooklyn's apartment. One thing solved at least temporarily, ten million things to go.