Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Ok a bit too exaggerated. Anyway, howdy! How you all doing? We;; I decided to be a kind person and write another chapter for you all. Yes I know it's a bit confusing, so take Ash for Clary's sister. So do enjoy this! I hope you like this chappy! Came up with this when I was eating a sour green apple, really sour. Presenting Chapter 4.

Ches

Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments.

Chapter 4

"Clary, are you okay?" I shouted at the red head. Clary was propping herself against the wall, her mascara smudged, gray tears trailing her pale cheeks. I walked over to her and held her elbow gently. She buried her head in my shoulder and cried, her tears soaking my shirt. A tear trailed my cheek as sudden memories filled my mind. Jocelyn as my mother, teaching me things, Luke teaching me to cycle a bicycle, these were my memories? I had no recognition of any of those activities. I then realised, I had another role in the story. Maybe the books did not state that Clary had a sister, but now she did. I would protect her at all costs, so that she could write her story, the way it was meant to be.

"Hey, it's alright." Came the soft purr. It was Jace. He looked over at us, blue eyes filled with sympathy. I did not need his pity! We followed him downstairs to Madam Dorothea's shop. Onward with the movie as you know. We went to look for Luke after Simon arrived and Luke was not much of a help to convince Clary that werewolves were real. Him changing partially might have been a bit too scary. Back in the movie production, it would all have been just computer work, but here it was real.

Clary and I followed Jace to the Institute. I was amazed at the size of the cathedral like building. It was quite the piece of architecture.

Once we were inside, Clary fainted. I knelt beside her and picked up my stele to draw a rune of healing on her hand. Jace looked at me funny but I shrugged, a way to say I would explain it to him later.

Once Clary was lying in the medical bay, I changed into some clothes that Isabelle gave me. A pair of leather tights, a grey blue shirt and another black leather vest. "How did you get a stele?" Jace asked me, once I changed. I smiled. "I got it when I was twelve, from Madam Dorothea. I always hid my first Mark from Clary. I tried to tell her but she would disappear once every two years with my mum to who knows where and she would come back no longer believing in the Shadow World. She would say pixie's and werewolves were not real." I said, lifting my hair up to reveal the Angelic Mark on the back of my neck. I had no idea how I remembered all that when I had barely lived through it.

Then, Alec entered the room. He looked at Clary first and then at me. "Jace why are there Mundies in the Institute?" he asked, scornfully. I felt really pissed that they were talking as if I was not there. "They are not Mundanes. They are Shadowhunters." Jace said, casting me a glance of approval. I crossed my arms defiantly and looked back at Alec. I held out my wrists to show him the faint silvery marks. Alec looked at my wrists and smirked.

"You can't call yourself a Shadowhunter if you can't fight." Alec said, his eyes a blazing challenge. I looked at the blades on Jace's back and an idea popped into my head. I grabbed one of the blades, quick as lightning, and threw it at Alec, hitting the wall behind him, just above his head, slicing off a few strands of hair. "Whoa, feisty." Isabelle said grinning. "I'm more into darts and archery but I can throw anything shorter than a metre pretty well." I said, shoving me hands into my pockets, fiddling with the stele in one pocket.

Alec nodded. Clary started to stir. She propped herself up and looked at her hand, where the iratze was. Izzy handed some clothes to change into before she went to look for Hodge.

Izzy and I went to wait in the kitchen and Alec joined us a while later. He pulled out a large Granny Smith apple from the fridge and was taking a bite out of it when Izzy suddenly exclaimed, "Don't touch that thing! It's one of Hodge's crazy experimental apples!" She was too late and Alec had already bitten the apple. His face was scrunched up at the extreme sourness. "Bleah, that was way too sour to be an apple." Alec said, closing his eyes. I snickered, I had a taste for sour stuff. "Oh really?" I commented. I wrapped my hand over the apple, slightly over Alec's hand and took a bite. My facial expression did not change at all as I chewed the sour apple. "You have got to be kidding me! That was barely sour at all." I said. It was rather refreshing. Alec looked at me as if I was a Ravenous Demon. "You have some crazy taste-buds girl." Izzy said, grinning like crazy. Alec just scowled, being outwitted by a girl. I smiled and caught his eye. He smirked and gave me a nod. I had won this battle.

So how was that? I hope you liked it!

Ches