Hi guys,

I want to thank illusionsofdreams for your support.

I think that this story might just be dedicated to finding the Queen of the Elementals instead of any actual Jonathan M./OC stuff. Sorry if you were looking forward to that, but I am definitely doing that in a sequel and maybe a prequel too?

Anyways, I won't get too ahead of myself on this one.

Thanks,

iLIKEtheFLOWERS

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or the plot of the Mortal Instruments. I just own the Elementals. All rights go to Cassandra Clare.

"Aren't the people from the New York Institute coming today? As in, Jace and Clary and Isabelle and Alec and the rest of them?"

Oh. Angel. Clary was here. And Jace. Possible scenarios ran through my head. What would they think? Would they believe me? I remember what I said to Clary and our mother. Would they accept me still?

Wait. I was Jonathan Morgenstern for the Angel's sake. It didn't matter whether they liked me or not. I was here for one reason, and one reason only: To save my beautiful one (AN: There will be a one-shot about this on my account, but in this case his 'beautiful one' is the Queen of the Elementals.) and to never return. But somehow, the more I thought of it, the more I wanted my family(?) to like me.

"Jonathan?" The boy's voice snapped me back to reality. "You okay? We need to keep walking if we're going to make it to the Institute before sundown."

He was right, the sky was starting to get slightly darker and it looked lik it was going to rain.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Let's go. Wouldn't want to get caught out in the dark would we?" I tried to joke, but the girl, the boy's friend, just scoffed and walked ahead. I really needed to find out their names.

"Hey." Jonathan nudged me as we trudged back to the Institute. What had started as a light drizzle was now coming down heavier, making the ground muddy. My jeans stuck to my legs uncomfortably. I hadn't planned for rain. Not in Los Angeles. "… your names."

I looked up to see Jonathan looking at me expectantly. Wait, what was the question?

"Sorry, what?"

Jonathan laughed. "I said, I just realised, I don't even know your names."

"Oh, right, I'm Julian Blackthorn and the girl is Emma Carstairs."

Blackthorn… Carstairs… Oh. The Carstairs girl whose parents had died. Arthur Blackthorn… the Infernal Cup… his siblings. I was confused. Why hadn't Julian attacked him like Emma Carstairs?

Suddenly, I felt the need to apologise, or at least say something.

"Julian, I… I really shouldn't have… I'm…" Damn. I thought the awkwardness had gone away.

Julian didn't seem to notice though. He shrugged his shoulders. "We can work it out later. For now, though…" He gestured towards the building looming up ahead. The Institute.

Sorry that it's a bit short. Please review!