1. Fellow Readers Unite: thanks, and I plan to keep going until its finished.

2.BabyKitty0101: trust me they will be plenty "smexy"

3. Contagonist: thanks, I was sick of reading about "perfect" boyfriends and I don't really know if there will be a jace/Simon pov. However, I doubt it. This story is mainly about the Adams, Oregon institute.

Disclaimer: I don't know if you have to do this, but a lot of other people have, so I guess, just in case, I will. I am not Cassandra Clare and I don't own Mortal Instruments or Clary, Izzy, Jace, Jordan, Simon, or any other of of those characters.

Thanks everyone! I know I said I wouldn't post until tonight but I couldn't help it. By the way, Adams Oregon is a real place. You should check it out. It's so small and cute! Anyways, enjoy!

The sensation of going through portals is strange. It's like how you would imagine falling off a skyscraper; your heart flies into your throat and your stomach turns to water.

Isabelle and Clary found themselves in an old-fashioned building that kind of looked like Taki's would in the 1600's. It had brown wood for floors and red wood for walls. The ceiling had two silver chandeliers with bright lightbulbs. There was a counter to order and a large menu. Clary frowned. The menu not only had coffee and soda, but it also had furniture and appliances.

"Where are we? Where is everyone?" Isabelle whispered.

"I don't know..." Then they wondered outside.

Clary gasped, "It's freezing!" Clary started to take another step out into the rainy night but Isabelle caught Clary's arm and dragged her back in.

"Clary! You'll get your dress ruined," Isabelle said, louder this time.

Clary sighed and went to take a seat at the booth, "Well, where is everyone?"

"Probably at their houses."

Suddenly a woman who looked to be about twenty walked through the doors. She had strawberry-blonde hair and a large tan coat. Not noticing them, the woman took off her coat and hung it on the wooden coat rack. It was then that Izzy and Clary realized the runes covering her arms.

Clary gasped and the woman turned quickly, pulling out a long, curved dagger from her belt.

Then, the woman frowned, noticing our runes, "Shadowhunters?!"

Clary stood up from her seat and pulled out two knifes the length of her arm. Izzy unraveled her gold whip and we both approached the woman, cautiously.

"We portaled here. Who are you?" Isabelle asked, furling and unfurling her whip.

"I could ask you the same question," said the woman, but unlike Izzy the woman had a mature, sophisticated look on her face.

"Fine, I'm-" Clary elbowed Izzy in the ribs, effectively cutting her off.

"I'm L-Lola Penhallow and this is..."

"Malorie Blackthorn," Izzy extended her arm. The woman didn't even look at the outstretched arm.

"I'm Stella Cadfield of the Adams, Oregon Institute."

"Oregon?!" shouted Izzy, retracting her arm. Clary wasn't sure whether she sounded surprised or disappointed or both.

"Yes. Are you here about the disappearances?"

Clary and Isabelle shared a look. Disappearances?

"... Yeah. We are," lied Izzy.

"Finally! There are too many demons for just the four of us to handle," Stella said, lightening up bit.

Clary nodded, confused. Then, Stella's face changed. She screamed loudly and pointed behind Izzy and Clary. they whirled around, weapons at the ready. A huge greater demon stood in front of them, it's claws' outstretched and aimed at Clary.

Thanks to the months of training with Jace, Clary had the decency to roll out of the way. The demon struck at the spot Clary was, and it's claws got stuck in the wood floor. Taking advantage of this, Stella stabbed the demon's side and Isabelle wrapped her whip around an arm. The demon screeched in pain from the stab and the amputation.

Clary, getting over her shock, got up and threw one of her knives at the demon's head. It missed and hit his shoulder but nevertheless, an injured demon is better than a healthy demon.

For the next five minutes, Clary, Isabelle, and Stella worked at injuring the Greater demon as much as possible. Izzy tried desperately not to think of the time Simon helped send a Greater demon away with his archery skills.

Finally, Isabelle wrapped her whip around the demon's neck and pulled. The disgusting creature roared in pain before disappearing into a different dimension.

Izzy and Stella cheered in triumph but Clary was watching a figure at the door. Another shadowhunter stood there, a boy with Simon's brown hair, Jordan's toned body, and his own sort of gray-green eyes. He stood wide-eyed, just watching.

Clary quickly made her way to him and put the knives to his neck. He held a weapon like a machete, but, for some reason, didn't make a move.

"Who are you?" asked Clary roughly. She knew he probably meant no harm, but neither had Jace, and look how that turned out.

"I'm Andrew Cadfield. That's Stella, my parabatai's sister," said the boy. Clary put down knives and tilted her head to look at him. He was tall, and Clary had to crane her neck to meet his eyes which, for some reason, were fixed not on Clary, not on Stella, but on Izzy. Clary sighed. She'd never be as pretty as the stunning Isabelle Lightwood.

Stella, raising her eyebrows at Andrew, walked over to us.

"Andrew, I hope your okay. There was a greater demon that just had to be taken care of," Stella said in an very authoritative voice. Andrew didn't even nod.

Stella sighed and grabbed Andrew's shoulders. He frowned at her.

"Oh. Hi Stella."

Stella groaned but quickly composed herself, "Andrew I see you've met Lola and that," Stella pointed at the approaching girl, "is Malorie."

Izzy gave a seductive smile and Clary had to force herself not to snort.

Stella, who of course noticed everything, chuckled lightly and said, "Let's just show them back to the Institute, Andy. These people are here to help us with the disappearances and increased demonic activity."

When Andrew didn't reply, Stella groaned and grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the store. Izzy and Clary followed behind them.

"He's cute..." whispered Isabelle to Clary.

"I know," Clary whispered back, ignoring the pang of jealousy in her stomach.

Isabelle already found someone new. A million questions echoed in Clary's mind. Was Izzy over Simon? Did she feel guilty thinking those things about another man? Or did she know loving Simon was just a phase? How did she find someone to replace Simon so fast?

Would Clary ever find someone to replace Jace?

I think she will! Thanks guys for all the reviews. And please, I'm open to suggestions. For example, do you guys want a Jace/Simon pov? Thanks -Mads