A/N: This is my first fan fiction, although I have read many for various series. It was made in collaboration with my best friend Mahathi (Hugatree9848). And FYI, we don't really live in New York City.

Disclaimer: One thing I've learned in life is those wish forwards never work. I always wish the same exact thing, but that never winds up happening. I still don't own TMI.

Finally. We did it. We convinced our parents to let us visit the spot where The Institute should be. My best friend Mahathi and I have been obsessed with the Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare—or whoever she really was.

Because we were live in New York City, we always pestered our parents asking them to let us try and find Pandemonium, Clary's House, Jade Wolf Chinese Food, etcetera. Always the same answer. "You're not going to find anything, why bother looking?"

But after much whining and irritating from our end, our mothers agreed that Mahathi and I could go to look for the Institute on our way home from school. That was probably the happiest they had seen us since we finished rereading City of Glass for the fiftieth time.

"Hurry up, Mahathi!" I turned my head around to see how far back she was. Not a good idea. I'm a total klutz, so the second my eyes strayed from where I was headed, my foot found a non-existent crack in the pavement and I crashed into the ground.

"Gravity still working I see." Mahathi chuckled out while offering me a hand. I just laughed, we each fell down so many times that we didn't think anything of it.

I brushed myself off and the two of us kept walking down the street looking everywhere for the church ruins that should be the Institute. But it wasn't the ruins we saw.

Mahathi stopped short in front of me and I almost walked right into her. An annoyed comment was just about to leave my lips, but the look on Mahathi's face shut me up.

Following her gaze, I set my eyes on an incredible cathedral. The cathedral itself wasn't very special, it was the sign on the front of it which proclaimed it "Shadowhunter Institute of New York" that caught our attention.

Oh… My… God…!

"You see it too right?" Mahathi stuttered on, "You, you don't think…Could it really be…?" she let the question hang. There was only one way we were going to find out.

I strode up to the entrance, surprised by my own courage, while Mahathi raced to catch up. By the time I had reached the door, she had caught up with me. "What do we do now?" My look must have said 'follow my lead' because she was quiet and waited for me after that. I grabbed the doorknob.

"In the name of the Clave, I ask entry to this holy place." I recited the memorized line perfectly, "And in the name of the Angel Raziel, I ask your blessing upon our mission to meet Jace." My voice got increasingly higher on that last sentence until the last word was practically a squeal. Okay, it was a squeal.

Mahathi and I were cracking up, although neither of us quite gave up the hope that the door would open up. But when it did, we were still shocked. The emotion enveloped us as we stared into each other's eyes, daring ourselves to go on.

"Oh… My… God…!"

"We're not getting much progress just standing here. I'm going in; I'll tell Jace you say hi." That did it. The simple tease snapped me back to reality.

"Not if I get to him first!"

We ran like toddlers, pushing to be in front of each other. Mahathi practically fell on the floor giggling when I squealed. But then we saw an all too familiar cat lying down next to an all too familiar elevator. Oh… My… God…! That single though kept repeating in both of our minds.

This couldn't be real. I mean, the Mortal Instruments, Shadowhunters, Clary, Jace…they all were fantasies. As much as I always hoped they were real, I knew they weren't…or were they? Only one way to find out.

"Church?" the cat looked up at us. Oh… My… God…! That's him, I couldn't help but thinking that.

His eyes were curious; obviously not many new Shadowhunters knew his name, let alone mundanes like us. "Can you lead us to Isabelle, Alec, Clary…Jace?" The cat quickly stood up and led us to the elevator, still intrigued by us, the mysterious mundanes.

Clicking the 2nd floor button, I glanced sideways at Mahathi. She seemed to be as unbelieving as I was. Until we saw a human as proof, I could not get my hopes up.

Click! The old elevator reached the correct floor as Church trotted out with two tween girls at his heels.

He reached our destination, the kitchen, quickly. The first thing I saw was the flaming red hair of a 16-year-old girl who was about my height and facing the same way I was. And then I noticed the shockingly similar faces of a boy and girl, each with jet-black hair and amazed expression.

Immediately, I knew that Mahathi's first thought when seeing the Institute was correct. These were the real Clarissa Morgenstern, and Isabelle and Alec Lightwood. They had to be. I knew they were.

Mahathi had to come to this realization at the same time I did because at the same moment, the two of us started shouting and pointing at the three people gathered in the kitchen.

"Oh my god! You're Clary! The—the night in Pandemonium, and your mom was in a coma, and Magnus, and—"

"Isabelle and Alec! Oh my god! You two are brother and sister, and Alec, you're going out with Magnus, and Isabelle, and you have the whip, and were there when Simon turned into the rat! And—"

"Ehh! You're real, you're real! Oh my god!"

"The Marks—"

"Ah!!"

"Oh my god!"

"What's all the commotion? Did some girls come to obsess over me?" We knew that voice. It didn't matter that the two of us had never actually heard it in our lives. We read about this voice over and over again, savoring every word that it said. Or at least the book said he said. But that didn't matter.

This was Jace. Jace Wayland/Morgenstern/Herondale/Lightwood. Jace. Jace… Jace!

We charged. We had no idea what our intentions were, but that that's beside the point. When you meet the boy you literally dream about, one who your parents forced you to believe was fictitious, you don't think. You run.

But Jace, being Jace and all, was too fast for us. He grabbed our wristed and held us on either side of us before we knocked into him. With just that simple touch, he fulfilled many of my dreams.

This was insane. And right there, that was when it was too much for Mahathi and me. At that moment, we fainted. The two of us hung limp, Jace's grip the only thing keeping us from crashing onto the floor.

A/N: Thanks a bunch to madame-bovary-was-framed for reading over the story!