Second Fic!

After my laziness, I finally fot fic number 2 up!!

here it is, twas written by bookwormium13

He wasn’t really an evil warlock. They just had different opinions. Couldn’t a guy have free speech? Sure, when he got mad, a few people ended up with antlers, but that’s normal, right?
They didn’t think so. But now he was labeled dark. Well, everyone got upset after you tried to banish them, didn’t they? But why did they still throw him out of the group?
And Elle...his dear Elle.  He thought they wouldn’t mind, that the leader wouldn’t have to break them up. The leader’s wife had her own love life, but didn’t seem to think anyone else could have one.
The leader’s wife had never mentioned who she really was, but that was obvious to him-she had underestimated how powerful he really was.
He’d have his revenge. Soon.
* * *
“Jace, we really don’t have time for this. I’m absolutely sure you pummeled Alec during training and he’s being stubborn-”
“Mom!”
“Honey, I know as well as you who would obviously win. Isabelle, we don’t have time for that either, you’d look beautiful in either your new dress or skinny jeans.”
Maryse, as she had mentioned before, was in a hurry and had no time for arguments and last-minute decisions. The new instructor would be here soon, and everyone had to be ready to greet him in the new wing.
“I think he’s a vampire,” gushed Isabelle, rushing out of her room in dark skinny jeans and a green fitted tee. “Why else would he want to stay on un-hallowed ground?” She turned to Clary, who rolled her eyes.
“He’s just a Shadowhunter, Izzy. Your imagination is as weird as your outfits nowadays.”
Isabelle pretended to be mildly offended. “How dare you accuse me of rainbow-striped knee socks! They are so in, Ms ‘I think I can get away with wearing trash but I can’t if I practically live in the Institute!’ I know they look weird, but in is in, and I’m not going to look out of place when-”
Maryse shushed the girls as her phone rang. “Hello? Yes, we’re in the wing... Why can’t you stay here?...Later, yes...alright, I can’t wait to meet you. Thanks!” They heard a dial tone, and she handed the phone to Robert.
They reached the large wooden door and Maryse pulled out a silver key. “He’s so odd,” she muttered. “Why can’t he come into the Institute?”
The door creaked open, and a maze of hallways and rooms just like the rest of the building seemed to get brighter for a moment, until the door shut. They all padded down one hall, to the library, where a young man stood, waiting.
He turned as they all walked in: Maryse, Robert, Alec, Isabelle, Jace, and Clary. They studied him, his light tan, brown hair, and blue eyes. Maryse stepped forward, her hand raised. He shook it, then turned to the rest of the group.
“Hello. My name is Fell, and yes, I was named after Ragnor Fell.” He smiled. “He was my trainer, you’d say, as I will be yours.”
“Trainer?” It was Jace. “Shadowhunters aren’t trained by warlocks, and I don’t think we need one. Maryse said that you’d be an instructor on herbs and medicine.” His eyes questioned Fell, glowing amber in the semidarkness.
Fell smiled coldly. “Didn’t she tell you?” he turned to her. “Oh- I don’t think I told you.” He faced them again, and the darkness grew darker. “Come here, Clarissa Morgenstern,” he growled to the redhead, who hadn’t recalled giving her name-or even eye contact. Jace stepped closer to Fell, a seraph blade in his hand, glowing. “Who are you?”
Fell did the cold smile again. “I am Fell, one of the most ingenious warlocks in the world- and all I get for that is to get kicked out of a club in Downworld because of my ideas and a few unwanted cat noses.” he sniffed. “Personally, I think the girl looked a lot better without that beak of hers...” He continued speaking to the frozen audience. “Anyway, the person who threw me out was your mother.” he pointed to Clary. “And since she’s already married to your stepfather, it would be rather boring to Switch an old person, though I'll still include her.”
“Who are you?” asked Clary, who acted more like he was crazy than dark. Which he wasn’t-he just wanted revenge.
“Haven’t I been explaining that? Now, to get back to the point...” His face seemed thinner in the dark. “I will take away what your mother took from me. My soul mate, love, Elle, whatever you call her...but as I am kindhearted, I will opt for something much more interesting.”
He had said he wasn’t evil, but at that moment, cold fury rushed through him. “I will switch you all into an alternate reality. You will have a lifetime to find each other, and if you all fall in love, you will come back.”
They all felt cold, then woozy, and all were angry. But the lights were flickering, and all anyone could piece apart fro the shadows and spinning was Jace saying, "Clary!" And the last thing they saw was each other's eyes.
Emerald meeting gold. Gold meeting emerald. For the last time, until another lifetime.

***
His TV was glowing, blind monks dancing around on the screen. His door was shut and his windows closed, yet the whole apartment could probably hear the anime theme music.

Simon felt sick. At first he thought that he must have a headache from Pandemonium last night, with Izzy... then he realized he didn’t get sick. He felt so cold, then light as air, then all was black.
***
Magnus finished applying the raccoon mask of charcoal glitter around his eyes, and took a sip from the bottle. The purple eyeliner wasn’t as popping as neon green, but he didn’t want to scare anyone at the movie later with Alec. He felt slightly woozy all of a sudden, and dumped the rest of the drink on his vanity into the trash. For the love of- why was it so dark...?
***
He was inside the dull grayness, a sign that the Reality had opened.  He waited, a couple of minutes maybe. He couldn’t tell. But then a world shaped up, and he had an aerial view of it.
A young woman with red hair, falling in love with an evil man with silver hair.
Didn’t expect all their ties to be in this Alternate, he thought. He’d only meant for Jocelyn, Luke, the Lightwoods (since the leader’s stepdaughter was in love with the adopted son of them), and anyone closely involved or in love with them.
Oh. That’s why.
***
“Hey, Jocelyn. Why are you-”
He was cut off by tears and her arms wrapped around him, the way he’d always wanted her to. Minus the crying.
“Shh, shh, it’s okay. C’mon, what’s wrong? Is it hormones?”
She looked up at him, her green eyes wide and teary. “No... it’s- it’s Valentine.” She sniffed, the tears still leaking down her porcelain cheeks.
“Luke, he...” she trailed off. “You know his business deals?” he nodded.
“Well, about a week ago, I overheard a phone conversation... he;
's been dealing with the black market, terrorists, pretty much all the bad guys with money.”
He was too shell-shocked to do anything but gape.
“I called the police, who’ve been staking around the house. Even the FBA were there. He was arrested this afternoon.”
Her voice was shaky, her tone scared and shocked.
He looked at her, and she looked at him.
He held her again, and rubbed circles on her back. “It’s okay. I can help out with everything, Jonathan and the girl-”
He was drowned out by her tears again, but when she pulled away, she was smiling.
_
Jocelyn Fairchild & Lucian Graymark
 To be married:
Midsummer’s Eve, 1999

Clary, age 9, was the flower girl. Jonathan was 10, and was the ring bearer.
They were both relieved to see their mom and the only real father figure they'd ever had be together.
_
He cursed. They’ve found each other.
The glow in the grayness was far away, but he knew that if they all found each other, it would turn to a flame that would bring them all back.
***
Mayrse Trueblood & Robert Lightwood
 To be married: October 30th, 1993
***Their new home was right next to a woman with dark red hair. They saw the husband rarely, nothing but a flash of silver hair. Luke was much more hospitable, always in the yard, helping with the young boy and girl, waving and talking to them through their window screen. It was peaceful in the neighborhood. Their children never spent much time together, but were friendly enough. Mayrse was sad to move, but Robert said that the new job would make everything easier when they received the foster child._He sighed. The Lightwoods won’t meet them again- it’ll be improbable for them to move again, especially to the same neighbors- who had moved, too. But then again, soul mates were supposed to find each other.
And what if they adopt someone other than the golden boy?
***
Maryse and Robert weren’t in love, anymore.
They were more like mutual friends, but they wouldn’t divorce. They weren’t sure how the children would react.
_
A sigh. Really? They couldn’t just divorce... ugh, nevermind.
***
"Oh, he's so adorable. Look at his eyes, they're amber, see-"
"It's all right, Mayrse. We're already signed up for his foster home. I knew you liked him when we saw him last month, and they're still processing, but it'll work out."
She smiled and put her arms around him briefly, then let go.
***
The gravestone was small- too small. Max hadn't been big himself, but he deserved more.
Isabelle stroked the granite, then ran back through the mist.
***
"We're moving to New York?"
Maryse looked at all of them, sympathetic. "Your father has gotten a job as an executive at Greymark Publishing, since we know the own-"
"That is so cool!" screamed Izzy. "The fashion capital of the world, where runway models catwalk the streets. Where Broadway sign flash everywhere and a mall is on every corner..." she recited, the same as what was written on the back of the latest issue of her Vogue magazine. "I am absolutely fine with going!"
Mayrse smiled. "Boys? I think you'll like it there. Jace, I've checked that the school we're going to has a great track team-"
Jace raised one eyebrow. "Suits me."
Alec nodded, a resigned look on his face. he hadn't had much of a social life to begin with. moving to him was nothing but a change of scenery.
The mother smiled, her face lighting. "Good. We know the manager and his wife very well, so it was easier to get this job. We'll move in about two or three months, depending on when they need Robert to start."
Isabelle frowned. "Three months? Dang it."
She went upstairs after dinner, smiling and humming a Broadway song.

_
He swore.
They will find each other.
Then he smiled.
Who's to say they'll fall in love?
Then he sighed.
Oh, they will.
He looked again. The glow was brighter and closer.
***
Their new house was Victorian- tall and with many different stories, sparse ivy crawling up the purple-gray wall. Windows, half-ovals, yawned from inside the dark space. It was pretty and tall, Jace thought, just like Mayrse and Isabelle.
Once the bags were thrown inside, the lights turned on, all the rugs on the floor, paintings on the wall, soap in the bathrooms, All that was left were books, music, and clothes.
The place looked much better on the inside with their comfy couch and flat-screen TV in the living room, so all of them felt free to order from a restaurant, Taki's (recommended by Luke), and go to bed.
***
"Clary, we're going to meet the Lightwoods. Want to come? They were our next-door neighbors in our old house, remember?They have a daughter your age..."
Clary sighed and put down the delicate paintbrush, then yelled down the hallway from the art room. "In a minute, Mom. I've gotta put away my art supplies."
Once the brushes were soaking in water and the painting was stored safely to dry, she grabbed her green hoodie and ran out the door. "Coming."
_
Maybe it's time to think of backup plans.
Jocelyn seems to be a good person, he thought bitterly. Except for the fact that Luke threw me out of the group because of her intervention.
The group had just been a circle of the Downworlders of the New York area, with the Clave visiting meetings occasionally. Apparently, his anger issues had gone too far, and he had to be banned from not just the group, but from his lofty position of High Warlock of Manhattan. he was also banned fro being with the only one he had ever fallen in love with- a beautiful werewolf named Elle.
Luke was only the leader because he started the group, he thought. Again, it was bitter.
***
Clary saw them before they saw her- she was peeking around her mom the second after they'd introduced her to the Lightwood parents, and saw them watching Gossip Girl. She figured, from the boys' faces, that the girl had forced them to.
_
Gossip Girl? Why did that show up in the alternate?
Oh well. All the better to torture the boys with!
-
"Kids!" Mayrse's voice sounded loud and bubbly, the way it was when she was exited or happy. "Come say hi!" Her voice echoed from the entryway.
They filed out, Isabelle plopping the remote on the plush tan couch behind them. Her short skirt ruffled and her tank top was too cold, but she stalked out on those bare feet like she was the queen(and she normally was, at school) and that the Greymarks should know it.
Jace and Alec were already shaking hands, and Jace's gaze seemed to stay on the redhead. He had never met her- the Lightwoods had become his foster home after they'd moved.
Small and delicate. At least she didn't carry herself like she was pretty and she knew it- she especially hated those girls. As Izzy walked closer greet them, the shorty smiled brightly and stuck her hands in the hoodie she was wearing. "Hey, I'm Clary." 
"Hey, Clary! Nice to see you again. I go by Izzy now." She smiled too, and noticed that Clary didn't have much of a fashion sense.
Goody. She didn't look like that much of a pushover or super defensive, but Iz was sure she could persuade her to be her own personal Barbie doll.
"I'm Jocelyn Greymark, and this is my husband Luke." the woman-Clary's mom- smiled and the man next to her, Luke, shook Izzy's hand. "Nice to meet you again," he said in a friendly voice.
"Why don't you guys go back to whatever you were doing before while we talk?" Mayrse suggested.
"C'mon, we're watching Gossip Girl. All of us," she said, narrowing her eyes at the boys, who had been trying to escape.

Once they all sat down on the couch, Izzy with Alec on one side and Clary on the other, Jace sat on the floor in front of Clary.
"So, Ginger, what's your name?" he asked, smirking at her.
She rolled her eyes and spoke. "Well, Goldylocks, it's definitely nothing related to my hair," she said pointing to her red curls, "and you already know that it's Clarissa Fairchild."
It was his turn to roll his eyes and sit up straighter. "I knew the Clary part, but I wasn't sure. Why isn't your last name Greymark? And I'm Jace," he added with a smirk, "not that you didn't know."
They continued like that, asking and answering random questions to the monotone of the TV in the background, becoming friendlier and friendlier. He realized with a shock that this was the best he'd ever actually known a girl other than Isabelle, even though they'd only been talking for a bit. He looked at the clock and realized it had been over an hour. Actually knowing her personality, and not just wanting her as a day-long girlfriend.
After a while, Izzy and Alec broke in, all of them talking and laughing, realizing that they'd go to the same school, they had some common interests, and stuff like that. The TV was off.
"Hey, Clary," Izzy said, all of a sudden. A fierce brightness was in her eyes. "Want to go with us clubbing tomorrow? We haven't been around, but I'm sure we'll find someplace. And," she added, smiling cunningly,"I get to give you a makeover."
Clary agreed. "How about Pandemonium? It's all-ages, and I can invite Simon over, too." She had mentioned him before-how they had met at some camp where he had studied archery and she had studied art.
"Sure, sounds great!" Isabelle had started to launch into what outfit she could wear, and what Clary could, but then Jocelyn appeared in the doorway.
"Clary, we've got to go." she smiled at the group. "Thanks for letting her stay while we fixed some plans with your parents."
"No problem, Mrs. Greymark. We had fun." She stood up, then asked, "Could Clary come with us to Pandemonium tomorrow night? We'd really like her to-"
"Sure she can."
Isabelle shrieked and grabbed Clary's hand. "Omigosh, thank you!!"
Clary laughed and pulled away, walking toward her mom. "Thanks, guys." She waved, a small flash of her delicate artist hands.
_
Might as well pull the plug on this, he grumpily thought. The glow in the grayness was close and bright and warm, as Isabelle and Simon would grow. As Clarissa and Jonathan will. As Alec and Magnus...
Magnus. Where would he come in? He searched in the alternate world for a moment, then sighed. The club.
***
[Post Pandemonium]
Alec and Magnus were still talking in the shadows as they lagged behind, Magnus's house being on the way. Clary and Jace were still rather cozy after the slow dance, and Izzy was trying to act like she didn't actually like Simon.
"So, Isabelle..." he started.
"It's Izzy!" she slapped him on the arm.
He pretended to be hurt, putting a slender hand on his shoulder and making a pouty face. (Which, by the way, was super cute.)
He hesitated, then put his arm around her. She reached up to kiss his cheek at the same time Clary kissed Jace. She wasn't worried that he would do his date-then-dump thing- she could tell that he actually liked her. He would smile, actually smile- and really laugh. And he had an expression on his face.
That was completely out of character.
Or maybe it wasn't his character- maybe when he was around Clary it was his character.
_
"All that's left to do is wait for them to grow old," he mumbled sourly. And it was true.
***
"Look. Over there."
She turned around again in the boat, sending ripples across the indoor pond. Outside the wind was blowing, but the greenhouse was unseasonably warm.
She turned back, and gasped.
He had laid out a picnic in the small craft earlier, but on top of an apple slice there was what hadn't been there before.
A gold band, with a green diamond in the middle. Two emeralds were inlaid at the side.
He looked at her expression- the "o" of her mouth, the wide eyes the same color as the emerald. "Clary?" he cleared his throat. "So?" he asked, softly. he held it up, and she slipped he finger into it.
He broke into a grin, and she still couldn't speak. What she did do, however, was lunge across the small boat and wrap her arms around his neck, whispering, "Yes!"  over and over.
***
Isabelle's ring was on the game controller, looped around the joystick.
"Hey, Si!"
she sat down, back from the bathroom, and he was suddenly nervous and swallowed. He took her hand and put it on the game controller, and she laughed.
"Romantic way to play a video game, Si-"
He moved her hand to the ring, and she glanced at it.
Her gaze stopped on it.
"Yes! Omigosh, yes! Of course!"
He smiled, a sigh of relief, as he hugged her tightly.
_
He saw them come up. Luke and Jocelyn.
They frowned at him, but their anger was muted. "Where are they? When do we get back?"
He looked at them, and sighed. "You all do love each other."
She gave him a "duh" expression.
He gestured toward Mayrse and Robert, who were rising, too.
"Look. I did this to either tear you all apart, like you did to me, or to show you that I feel the same thing as you do- to Elle. I don't care if she's in your pack-" he looked at Luke"-we're in love. Put me back as High Warlock, and I will 'shape up' or whatever, just let me stay with her."
Luke glared at him. "You will be reinstated only out of generosity."
He sighed, the glow all around them, gold instead of any gray now. "They're coming. They've lived long lives in this Alternate, and are coming back."
The gold was vibrating as soon as the three other pairs came up. Jonathan and Valentine were in the distance. They had only served purposes in this alternate as characters, fill-ins. they would not be needed.
The gold shone, and all of them evaporated into the real lifetime.

***
They all thought it was a dream.
No one questioned it- they knew it had some meaning, but all they remembered were bits and pieces.
No one asked how Fell was the High Warlock of Manhattan again- they knew t had to do with the dream.
They conversed about it later, but over cups of coffee (and for Simon, a packet of blood disguised as Capri-Sun) and late at night.
None of them really cared, as long as they could hunt demons and save the world  and be together.
And that was all they really wanted.

I loved that one...

~Angel_eyes ;)