Clary

"Ready?" Milo asks, grabbing the rope off the hook. This hook was one Clary had found in one of the boxes in the attic.
Next to the hook was Clary's bow and arrow she used during the small hunts she was taken to. The bow hung over an old wooden table which had a witchlight on it. Behind Clary and across from the table was the island they normally cut food on. The kicthen was small and old, the counters almost a yellow color.
She nodded her head; red curls bouncing everywhere. This is it. She's going back. After years of healing and training, she's finally allowed to go home.
Julian came bolting down the hallway and tackled her to the ground. The blonde girl wrapped her arms around the red head and squeezed. "I'm going to miss you."
Clary smiled, a tear trickling down her cheek. "You're not mad anymore?" Her own arms wrapped around her friend.
"No, I realized you were telling the truth. Jeremy was a jerk. It was his fault, not yours." Julian got off Clary and offered her a hand.
Clary sniffled and grabbed the hand, laughing a little as she wobbled on her feet.
"What about Moriah? Is she..." Clary started, tugging a piece of her hair.
"She's not coming. She still misses her." Julian said, scratching the back of her head.
"That's alright, I wouldn't blame her." The lighthaired girl pulled the redhead back in a hug and was interrupted by an impatient Milo.
"We have to go, girls. I'm sorry. Clary needs to get back." He stated, wrapping the rope around his hand.
Clary stepped back and looked at her friends. Taki was rubbing furiously against the corner of a box, getting an itch out of her. Clary loved the cat, but she wouldn't miss it as much as her friends.
Lily had already said her goodbyes and was now standing in the back of the room, glaring at the floor. Her jet black hair swung like smoke around the small of her back as she turned quickly around, refusing to look at Clary. She knew what was going to happen. In the mirror on the wall, the girl's small proportions fit into the glass. She had a round face she hadn't yet filled out in, and her small thin fingers covered her eyes. Behind her hands were the most beautiful blue eyes ever possible to be seen. She had small thin lips that only showed one expression, happiness. Except for this day, when they were most likely turned downwards. Clary always looked at her and saw Isabelle; but that was exptected, considering she was Izzy's daughter. There wasn't much Simon in her, his turning back to human kind of knicked with his genes, so Izzy's overpowered his. You could see him in the way she walks, and her love for the nerd world.
Her pink skinny jeans and tight gray shirt squeezed out her tiny frame. Her waist was probably smaller than the cat's. She was barefoot, so one small rune poked out the edge of her jeans. Clary wanted to run back over to her, but it would only make her pain worse. Both of theirs.
Clary turned back around to Julian. Her blonde hair matched her bubbly personality. She was wearing her favorite shirt, the blue one with baby penguins dancing and hugging. She had on white jeans and was also barefoot, though no rune poked out. All her runes were on her upper body and thighs. She had on the same friendship bracelet Clary had on, a silver chain with a penguin attached. Clary wouldn't allow Julian to make her take it off. It meant too much to her. Julian's big round eyes were glistening with tears, the bright blue irises fighting to stay strong. They looked a lot like Luke's; Julien's uncle. Her mother was Amatis.
Then there was Milo. His shaggy brown hair and blue eyes swooned every girl. He had the beautiful baby face girls couldn't stay away from. He was wearing his Shadowhunter gear. Black pants and a tank. His leather jacket hid all his marks. He finally had the decency to switch his old, torn up leather boots for new ones. It made him seem less homeless. Not that he could ever look homeless in the first place, he was too gorgeous.
He was wearing a smile, but only because someone had to. He ushered Clary over to him, and he wrapped the rope around her wrists. She looked around once more for Moriah, hoping deep inside she would come. She didn't.
There used to be ten of them. They all rehabilitated Clary, healing her wounds and training her. A vampire raid killed half of them, including Moriah's girlfriend, Sidney.
Of the ten, there was Milo and Julian, the duo siblings who, if you didn't hate them, you loved them. They belonged to Amatis, and were much unlike Luke and Amatis in their sibling ways. They would never think of separating. They stood at each other's side no matter what, nothing could separate them. They survived the raid.
Then there was Ashley and Corban, the two were so close they were almost attached. Ashley, a Shadowhunter, had been Alec and Magnus's adopted daughter. Corban, a werewolf, was just an orphan. They had been dating six years, and were about to get married, until the raid took their lives.
There was Lily and Rose, the identical twins who seemed to be everywhere at once all the time. They had both been in their second year of preteen age when it happened. Lily looked almost exactly like Isabelle, and it made Clary happy to be reminded of her friend. Rose both looked like Isabelle, and acted like her. You see, the twins were alike in millions of ways, but their parents influenced each other personalities differently. They loved each other, though, more than everything. When Rose was lost to the raid, Lily showed that face she rarely has. It was heartbreaking to see her cry.
Moriah and Sidney kind of reminded Clary of Alec and Magnus. Moriah was the tough cookie, as Alec was, and Sidney was the glitter girl who loved fashion, like Magnus. Moriah looked like Clary, with her curly red hair, but had Jace's golden eyes. She was Clary's daughter. Sidney was Alec and Magnus's other adopted child. She had been a witch, and Magnus loved her. Sidney died trying to save the rest of the gang.
Jeremy didn't die in the raid, sadly. He survived, but he ended up cheating on Julian with Clary. Clary had been a little out of it (since she had been given really strong painkiller), and Jeremy deemed it the best opportunity to kiss the redhead. Jeremy was booted; not being necessary in the Hunting business anymore. Well, not wanted, at least.
There's probably one important piece of information being left out. All these kids, except for Clary, were from the future. They had been sent out on a mission to protect Clary, and had taken her in so she could heal from Sebastian's attack.
They had said that Clary was one that was supposed to protect someone important. These kids wouldn't have been sent back if it was just to save these kids. The ones who were alive now were not overly important. The one Clary was to save was supposed give birth to some important baby. That baby would be the savior of the world. Like a second Jesus, but obviously not that great.
Clary had been shocked at first, but was also in too much pain to focus on it for too long. The way her brother had nearly pushed her over the edge, she was literally minutes from dying. That's when The Nine came and healed Clary, makng them The Ten. Eventually, she had been hearing the story so many times that it was like normal news to her. She missed her deceased friends. Ashley, Corban, Rose and Sidney all gave their lives for their friends. Now only Milo, Julian, Lily, Moriah, and Clary were here. To add to that, Clary was leaving to go home.
The thought allowed Clary to smile. She would be going home. Jace would be at the Institute with all the others, and it will be amazing. She couldn't wait. The smile on her face broke out into a grin.
Julian smiled also. "Tell Jace I said hi."
Clary had already turned and headed to the door, Milo on her heels. She hesitated at the door with Julian's words. "Jules, I-"
"I know, you can't. Forgetting us and everything, I know."
"I love you," Clary said weakely.
"You too."
The rehead looked over into the living to where the small girl stood, looking at her now. Her bright blue eyes were smudged with red, she had been crying.
Clary couldn't help it; the motion of her feet moving towards Lily. The ropes around her wrist rubbed against the skin, and she begged with her eyes as she looked at Milo. He sighed and undid them, and she instantly ran over to Lily.
Clary's small arms wrapped around Lily's even smaller frame. The long black hair bunched up under the redhead's tight grip. "I love you, Lily." Clary sniffled.
Lily's small voice squeaked out, "I love you too, Clary."
The two cried in silence until Milo cleared his throat. They stepped away from each and Clary held Lily by the shoulders an arm's length away. "I won't forget you. Not completely. It may not be right there in my mind, but I won't forget you."
"Promise?" Lily's eyes finally locked tight with Clary's.
The older girl nodded her head. "Promise."
Lily smiled, but ran off to her room, still crying.
Milo waved his hands rapidly over to Clary, forcing her to run back to him. "Time is almost out! If you don't go now-"
"Bad things, I know." Clary said. She held out her wrists again and Milo wrapped the rope tight around her wrists.
"Okay, now I'm going to go over it again." He cleared his throat and continued. "The rope is so your memories don't go away. By being away from us, the portal and the spices will make you forget us. We'll be wiped clean from your mind, no memories or anything will come with you. All you will have is the rope to keep your original memories.
"Once back in New York, you will remember none of the past two years. That's what I am for. I'll use the story I made up and use that. Okay?"
Clary nodded her head, eager to get going.
"Alright, let's go." He said, his blue eyes focusing on tightening the rope.
Julian gave a small wave, and Clary returned it. They both mouthed goodbye to each other.
Using her gift, Clary drew the portal rune on the wall and it swirled into space. There was a hand on the redhead's shoulder, powder blown in her eyes, and then it seemed as if her stomach was falling to the ground, like she was.
Her wrists instantly started burning like they were on fire, and she screamed as if they were so. She fought to get the burning sensation off her, and it soon faded as pressure left her wirsts. She sighed in relief. Images flashed behind her eyes.
A tall blonde girl with blue eyes smiled mischeviously at her, but then she started to fade. A boy with different hair but the same eyes frowned at her, but then broke into a smile. He too vanished, along with a petitie looking child who had tears in her eyes. Then there was a girl with curly red hair and gold eyes...her name started with an M. She was gone before Clary could even grab onto the name.
All of the memories she had gathered over the last years were gone. No more Julian. No more Milo. No more Lily. No more Moriah. All gone.
Suddenly, other omages came to her. There was a boy with gold hair and gold eyes. Jace, Clary thought. He smiled at her, but then he too started to vanish.
Two others came into view. They were obviously siblings, both having black hair and blue eyes. They dissapeared before she even formed their names.
Others came into view, and they too dissapeared, leaving Clary feeling even more lightheaded as she fell
Pain ebbed its way across Clary's back as she slammed into the ground. Her eyes were shut tight, afraif of opening them. She moved her wrists, and they screamed at her. She opened her eyes to look at them, and they looked as if they'd been burned. When was she on fire?
She slowly took in her surroundings. All around her was grass. Off to the left of her was a bookstore with a wooden fence around the back. Clary started to stand, when a hand appeared in her view.
She jumped back a little, hands ramming down into the grass as she kept herself right side up. The hand shook a little, and Clary looked up to see a tall boy laughing at her. He had brown hair and dashing blue eyes. He was wearing all black, and looked a little like a biker dude.
Clary vigorously ignored the hand and stood up, brushing off her pants. Once all the grass was off her blue jeans and green shirt, she looked back to the boy. He retreated his hand and shoved it in his pocket.
"Hey," was all he said.
"Hey? Who are you?" Clary demanded.
"Um, my name is Thomas? We're kind of friends."
"Friends? I've never met you in my life." Clary said, stepping back a few steps.
The boy took one step forward and was instantly a foot away from her. Her dipped down and locked eyes with her. He stared at the redhead for what seemed like minutes before his eased back, a scowl on his face.
"Sebastian took your memories, didn't he?"
"Who's Sebastian?" Clary asked skeptically.
"That ba-oh. Sorry. You're just freaking out, aren't you?" Thomas scratched the back on his head nervously.
"A little. I end up randomly in front of a bookstore next to some biker dude with know idea who he is and who I am."
"I'm not a biker dude. I said my name was...wait. You don't even know who you are?" Thomas asked, eyes wide.
"No? It's strange. I don't have any idea as to who I am. Do you?"
"You're..." His eyes raked over her worriedly. He stopped at her bloodied wrists. "...crap! Clary, where are the ropes?" He nearly shouted, reaching down to take her bloodied wrists. "Where did they go?" He asked frantically.
"There weren't any." She said in a small voice.
"No, no, this is bad. This is really, very bad." Thomas ran a harsh hand through his hair and tugged hard a strand. "We need those ropes!"
Suddenly, the shop to the bookstore opened and Clary found this urge to go to it. A tall man with dark hair and a scruffy short beard walked out. He dangled something in his hands; keys. Clary and Thomas were only a few dozen feet away from him.
The car in front of him gave off a short small noise, and he was about to open the door, when he looked over. His eyes rested on the short girl with red hair, and the keys fell with a clang to the gravel.
"Clary!" He screamed. His long legs reached her in only a few steps. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tightly. "Clary, thank the Angel. Clary!" Was all he kept saying over and over.
The redhead gave off a yelp and slipped away from him. The man looked at her, confusion plastering his face. "It's okay, Clary. It's just me, Luke. Remember me?"
"Sorry to butt in, sir, but she remembers nothing." Thomas interjected.
"What?" Luke asked, his blue eyes igniting in horror.
"Er, Sebastian seemed to have stolen her memories. He kidnapped her, and I found a way to escape with her. He must have somehow figured out how to erase her mind, though."
Luke edged forward, but rocked back on his heels as he stared at Clary.
Clary glanced back and forth between Luke and Thomas. They look similar. Almost the exact same blue eyes, but that's where the likeness ends. Thomas has light brown hair, and Luke has dark dark hair. Their facial proportions are miles off, also.
"Clary, I'm going to find a way to get back your memories. Do you think you'll be able to hold on for a while and stay with Luke?" Thomas asked softly.
Clary nodded her head and started staring at Luke. He stared back, every emotion seeming to fly through his face.
"Luke, you can't tell anyone she's there. Got it? We don't need her friends bombarding her with questions she can't answer." He said. "I need to go, I'll fix this."
Luke nodded his head and reached out a hand to Clary. She grabbed it. He started to guide her to the bookstore, when a burst of wind nearly knocked her over.
Clary looked back and noticed Thomas was gone. He just dissapeared.


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A/N: okay. So. This is a fanfic for the Mortal Instruments books. I own none of the characters except for a few originals (I don't own Clary, Jace, Isabelle, Simon, Alec, Jocelyn, Luke...but I own Milo, Julien, Lily, Moriah...you get the gist.)

This takes place not necessarily before CoHF or after CoLS. It involves Sebastian...so after CoG...somewhere like that. I hope you like it. Even if you haven't read the series, I don't think it matters. I can probably use descriptive stuff to fill you in on what you don't know :) Please read and review! Feel free to criticize whatever should be fixed.