Jace's POV:

I was grateful when Alec and Magnus unexpectedly came through the outside doors to the Sanctuary. Artemis, if that was even her real name, had been attacking me. She only stopped throwing punches and kicks at me because the entrance of the two males had startled her. To be honest, she had skill. There was no way I could have won a fight with that chick. An uncomfortable silence filled the room, until Alec commented, "So, Jace, your going to let a Shadowhunter, without practically any training, beat you up."

My mouth opened to respond, but Clary's innocent curiosity spoke first. "What are you two doing here? I thought you guys were having a movie marathon or something." Magnus's face fell a little. He was obviously hiding something.

"I have some business with Artemis," Magnus said. He looked to Artemis, his face contorted into an apologetic-like frown.

"Don't we all," I mumbled to myself, looking down at my shoes.

Magnus must have heard me, because his smooth voice reappeared,"What did you say?"

"I just meant we also have some business with her. Maybe you can help us out. Why does she share your last name?" Angry sarcasm was dripping from my tongue.

Magnus was visibly annoyed, and face palmed rather than answering my question. Instead, Alec answered for him, "Jace, Magnus raised her as his daughter." I wanted to interrupt with a question, but I could tell that my parabatai was going to explain more. " Sixteen years? ago, someone left a baby by Magnus's front door. Magnus decided to rase her as his own child."

"You said she was a Shadowhunter?" I asked for clarification. Alec nodded. "How come I didn't see any runes on her? And you said she didn't really have any training," I said.

"Like I said, Magnus raised her as his own child. Artemis didn't know that she was a Shadowhunter. In fact, she only learned that she was a Nephilm today. Magnus made her believe she was a warlock, like him. He never told her that warlocks couldn't have children, so she believed him. That's also why she doesn't look the same as she did earlier. When she was younger, Magnus put an extremely powerful glamour on her, so she would look more like him. Even Magnus couldn't see through the glamour until he removed it, just this morning."

Suddenly, all of Artemis's hostility made sense. She had grown up knowing Shadowhunters as people to avoid, to never trust, to hate. Now she was one of those people. I looked back at the confused girl and honestly felt bad for her. Her whole life was a lie.

Killing the silence that had filled the Sanctuary, Clary commented, "Artemis should stay at the Institute for a while. She obviously doesn't want to go back to Magnus's place, and it would give her a chance to become an actual Shadowhunter."

Artemis sent an angry glare at Clary for that offer. She really didn't like us. Despite what Artemis wanted, Magnus agreed to let her live in the Institute. No one said it, but this arrangement was obviously going to be forever lasting. It was given away by the sad look on Magnus's face and the tone of voice everyone else used. It took time, but we eventually finished discussing Artemis's placement in the Institute. Magnus left with a small 'good bye' to us all.

Our two groups parted ways as Artemis, Clary, Izzy, Alec, and I went through the door that went straight into the Institute. Magnus and Simon left through the outside door of the Sanctuary.

As we trekked up several cases of stairs, I noticed that Alec had put a protective hand on Artemis's shoulder. Sure, the brunette looked to be a mixture of feelings. I could clearly see how pissed, betrayed, scared, miserable, worried, and overwhelmed the girl was. Still, Alec was usually the kind of person who did not get emotional or didn't act upon other's emotions. The semi intimate touch seemed off, especially coming from Alec. I quickly shrugged it away, though. My parabatai knew that Artemis was important to Magnus, therefor making her important to him. It was a stretch, but it was the only answer I could think of.

When we finally made it to the floor of the Institute with our rooms on it, Izzy ran ahead of us all. Being dragged by the wrist, Izzy had taken Artemis with her. Izzy tended to get over excited about simple things, so the new girl must of made her ecstatic. I turned to Clary, "Why don't you follow Izzy. Just to make she doesn't do anything too terrible to Art." By The Angel, did I just refer to Artemis as Art? Apparently my short red head caught the embarrassing mistake, because she raised a teasing eyebrow. "Just go," I said exasperatedly. Clary stood on her tiptoes and brushed a small kiss on my cheek before she started running down the hall.

Clary POV:

I ran ahead of Jace, trying to rescue Artemis from Izzy. The Lightwood girl had gotten out of my sight, so I had to assume she went to her room. When I reached Izzy's room, I strolled right in because the door was wide open. Izzy was searching through her vanity for make up, probably to put on Artemis. Art, as Jace had called her, was sitting on the edge of Izzy's bed looking annoyed. My black haired friend hadn't noticed my arrival, so I tiptoed over to Artemis. With a quick motion from my hand, I signaled for Izzy's prisoner to come with me. A devious smirk played across her lips before she stalked out of the room.

I led the Institute's new resident to my room before we both collapsed, silently laughing our heads off. Artemis was stretched out on the ground, by the foot of my bed. Her arms were extended, forming a 't' with her body. I, on the other hand, was lying on the short side of my bed. My legs hung off the side, and my arms were open, too.

After we had stopped laughing, I rolled onto my side to face Art. She looked at me with a smile strew across her face. It wasn't the sarcastic grin I had seen her use earlier, this one seemed genuine. Seeing this girl in front of me, and now knowing what had happened to her today, I felt guilty.

"I'm sorry for what I said. Calling you a bitch earlier, I mean."

She looked at me, eyes wide from my seemingly random comment. "It's fine," she said,"I'm sorry for acting like one. I was just caught off guard, and I tend to get defensive."

I nodded before sliding off the bed and onto my feet. Art followed my lead by getting up. I saw a familiar smile flash across her face as we shook hands, signaling our forgiveness for each other. A mental giggle range through my head as the smile reminded me of one of Jace's genuine grins.

I put a friendly hand on her shoulder and said, "Come on, I'll show you your room. It is just across the hall."

Fay Thornbush: Hey guys, I'm sorry for taking so long for this update. Honestly, I just wasn't motivated. So, Cassandra Clare owns the Mortal Instruments.

I do want to say that my writing is usually better than this, so I'm sorry that it kind of sucks.

I also want to say that I'm writing this on my iPad, and I apologize for any/all grammatical mistakes.

Finnaly, I'm hoping to start having a different question for every chapter. I've started to do some foreshadowing in the story, so what do you think is going to happen? I welcome reviews and PMs, in fact I ask you to gift me with them.