AN: Hello, fanfiction readers! This is my first fanfic story, but I have been writing stories for a few years so hopefully this isn't a total flop:)

Chapter 1: The Wish

"Clary," Jace's voice was much like his looks; golden and beautiful. They were lying in the long, soft grass near where the Wayland Manor used to be, looking at the sunset. They could just see the tips of the GlassTowers, reflecting the late day gold and pink. "Clary, look," Jace whispered into her hair. She could see what he saw, the sun gliding down the sky.

But when the sun was almost down, something happened. The world burst into bright colors. The towers were splitting the sunlight, creating something of which Clary had never seen before.

The spectrum of colors kept shifting, bathing them in red, orange and yellow and kept going to all the colors of the rainbow. Clary's hands itched to draw the wild colors onto paper.

Clary chanced a look at Jace, and was surprised to find his eyes on her. His golden looks turned into a million different colors. But to Clary, he was still her Jace.

"Jace." She surprised herself by saying his name.

"Yes?" he asked, with no trace of the sarcastic mask he always wore. He was just plainly himself. He was beautiful—and in that moment she knew what she had to say.

"I love you."

"I love you, too." He said the words without hesitation.

But those words that should have left her at peace, the words that should make her content, only left her more questions.

Clary lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. It was dark; the only illumination from the witchlight bed lamp next to her bed and the fire burning in the marble fireplace.

They had only been here a week: She, Jace, Isabelle, Simon, Maia and the 'babysitters', Alec and Magnus.

She heard a soft knock at the door and stood up to open it. Isabelle entered. Barefoot, she was mere inches taller than Clary. Her hair was in a braid that fell below her waist. Her brown eyes were full of worry.

"Are you okay? You've been in here ever since you and Jace came back from your date." Isabelle said, plopping down on the king-sized bed. Clary sighed in frustration and sat down next to her.

"Iz, I don't know how to say it." She said, fixing her gaze on the white swirling paint on the walls of the Harondale Manor.

"Spit it out." Isabelle commanded.

"No."

"Clarissa Adele Morgenstern. I will give you only three seconds before do something very evil. One. Two. Thr—"

"Okay!" Clary squealed. "Look, I know that Jace loves me. And there's no doubt that I love him, too. But would he still love me if we weren't, you know, connected by the blood?"

Isabelle nodded mutely, pushing herself off the bed. She need not ask what blood Clary meant—they had told the gang about Ithuriel, the angel Valentine had captured. She headed out to the balcony. Clary followed, still in awe of how beautiful the City of Alicante was.

Isabelle was holding onto the railing staring up at the stars.

"I wondered the same," she said quietly, "as in, if Simon was just in love with me because of me being a Shadowhunter."

Clary almost laughed. The accusation was ridiculous. But then her eye caught a blinking light at the edge of the horizon.

"Shooting star," she announced, "Make a wish."

Isabelle looked at Clary. Suddenly they had a mute understanding. They took each other's hands and whispered together.

"I wish we were all human,"

The star shot clear across the sky, its tail following like a shadow. Nothing happened.

"Oh, well," Isabelle sighed, "it was worth a try,"

They headed in and Clary sat on the bed as Isabelle headed to the door.

"By the way, what very evil thing were you going to do to me?" Clary frowned at the other girl. Isabelle smirked, dark eyes twinkling with humor.

"You aren't the only one who can do insane things with a stele. Goodnight, Clary,"

After Izzy left, Clary collapsed onto her bed, falling away instantly

"Clary!" Jocelyn called from the kitchen. Clary opened her eyes and yawned, smelling the fresh smell of eggs and bacon. Jocelyn never cooked eggs and bacon, so Clary got up and looked around. She was in her room at Luke's house.

For a minute Clary was lost in her past—where she, Jocelyn and Luke were still normal, they lived in a world without Shadowhunters or Downworlders. But then her brain caught up.

She was shocked, because last night she had fallen asleep in her room in the Harondale Manor, and now she was home. With a jolt she remembered it all; the shooting star glinting through the sky, the wish, the meadow with Jace.

The first thing she did was run to the mirror atop the dresser. Her hair was still red, but it was now infused with rainbow streaks of blue, green, pink, purple and yellow. Her hair was semi-straight, and her face was thinner, like she hadn't eaten in days.

The mirror was covered in photos; of her and Simon at a dance. Herself, Alec, Simon and Maia at the beach. Maia and a boy with dark hair and a tan who smiled boyishly up at the camera from Luke's couch, Jocelyn and Luke looking happy and in love at a restaurant. The most disturbing was her, Jonathan and Valentine at Coney Island, both Valentine and Jonathan less criminal than the version she knew. In this photo she could believe them to be her family. There were also random photo's of a sunset at the beach, a yellow rose up close, petals shiny with a few drops of water.

And all the photo's were professional; no red eyes or shiny skin. No reflection from the flash. They were beautiful.

"Clary, school!" Clary went to shower. When she tried to get dressed, she realized all the clothes she owned here were black and neon. Finally she settled on wearing a black skinny jean, neon pink spray-painted Doc Martins, and a black Nirvana t-shirt with neon pink skull accessories. Her hair was in a messy braid with loose strands curling around her face and new unruly bangs she couldn't seem to pin up covering her right eye. She decided on just a little eyeliner.

Ten minutes later she walked down the stairs.

"You look different." Jocelyn raised an eyebrow and sipped coffee. "Where's the eyeliner?"

Clary was surprised. Apparently, here she was an emo.

"Don't want to be late. Great academic achievements start at home," she faked a smile and grabbed a piece of toast when Luke offered to drive her to school.

"Where's your camera?" her mom asked her.

"Camera?"

"Oh, here it is." she handed Clary a small silver camera. She put it in her school bag and almost ran to the truck. She had to see Isabelle.

"Isabelle," a melodic voice from the hallway called her name. Isabelle twisted around and smiled a tightlipped smile. When she woke up this morning she had almost been shocked to death. She had dealt with Demons and Downworlders before, but when she didn't know where she was that morning, she swore she would die.

She woke up in a room covered in a calming sky blue, but it was unfamiliar. She was in a modern manor.

Jace's blonde hair was shorter than usual, but it still curled at the nape of his neck. His amber eyes raked down her body. Isabelle couldn't deny the sight of him in faded blue jeans and a white t-shirt was both unfamiliar and attractive. He had a black leather biker's jacket slung over his arm.

He neared her and twirled a lock of her jet-black hair around his finger. He made her feel overly exposed in the short colorful flower covered dress and pink sweater she had chosen to wear. In her three inch heels she was still a little shorter than him.

"You look nice." He smiled a half-smile that made her feel like she wanted to projectile vomit into the sink. Apparently in this life they were dating—but to her he was still Jace Lightwood. Her brother.

At that thought, he put his hand at the back of her head and kissed her.

She was so shocked she held her eyes open and stared around in panic, but she kissed him back.

Clary, her mind yelped. She needed to speak with Clary.

Clary opened her locker and looked on the time table taped to the door. Around it were more photos that were taken professionally. In the corner of the one with Simon's band practicing, there was a trade mark: Fairchild Photography. So she had taken them.

She scanned the faces of the band, and found almost all of them familiar in Eric's basement, except one. It was Eric on base, Matt on drums, Simon on electric and a very familiar yet painful face singing. Jace.

She shoved in some books her silver camera. Her hands wandered to the classic photographers' camera that had a sort of leash she couldn't find a name for. She slipped it around her neck and closed her locker to find Alec standing there.

"Good morning, child," he grinned at her and handed her a small booklet—the St. Xavier's school paper, Roar.

"Front page news: Cheerleading Squad Sticks the Landing by…" he paused dramatically, "Alec Lightwood!" he punched the air. "And: Your photo's were used! Well done, Clary!"

"Alec—that's great!" she said over-enthusiastically. She scanned the cheer leaders' faces, seeing the usual bitchy faces and then one smiling familiar face at the top of the pyramid. Izzy.

"Alec, Clary!" Simon rushed up to them, dragging Maia, who was texting with a huge smile on her face, by the wrist. "Dude, you guys made front page!"

"Yeah!" Alec grinned wider.

"Congrats," Maia said, hugging him and Clary at the same time, and then going back to texting immediately. Alec and Simon started talking about the band.

Clary smiled at them and someone tapped on her shoulder. Isabelle was standing there, books in hand.

"I need to see you at lunch. We need to talk." Then she was gone.

Clary nodded and turned back to the conversation. Simon and Alec were staring at her like she had just sprouted horns and a tail. Suddenly Maia sighed and rolled her eyes, but the smile was still on her face.

"Jordan wants to get back together," she stated.

"Go for it," Clary smiled at the dark-haired girl.

"I guess I will," she sighed again, "I'm heading off to class to see him, then." She turned around and marched off.

"I didn't know you knew Isabelle." Simon said.

"Of course I do, she's Alec's sister."

"Still," Alec said, "You guys never talk."

"Maybe it's about the photos on the front page," Clary suggested.

"Maybe. Anyway, Clary, are you coming to the gig tomorrow?" Simon asked.

"At The Eye?" She said, naming the under 21 club in town, "Yeah of course,"

"Really?" Simon's eyes widened.

"Yeah," Clary frowned, "Why not?"

"Well, ever since Herondale joined in it seems you don't like it anymore."

"Jace?" her voice caught on his name. "I'll come anyway. No biggie."

At lunch, Clary waited outside the cafeteria. She yelped when someone grabbed her and pulled her into the girl's bathroom next door.

"The wish came true." Isabelle said.

"Gee, you think? What's different with your life?"

"Everything!" Isabelle exclaimed. "I have to go to school. My closet is filled with colorful little things like these," she tugged at the hem of her dress, "Alec hates me. I'm popular and talk to people that I hardly know!"

She hesitated and seemed to have a raging internal battle before finally giving in. "Jace and I are dating."

"What?!" The word seemed to bounce of the walls and reverberate across the counters and sinks.

"It's surprisingly disgusting!" Isabelle sighed and grimaced at the floor, leaning against a counter.

"How is he?"

"The same, but he treats me like a girlfriend… it's gross."

"We have to find out how this happened." Clary stared hard at her reflection. Isabelle joined her.

"I know how." Isabelle's face was grim. "The Seelie Queen heard us wishing and made it come true with a sick twist."

"How do we undo this?" Clary started fidgeting with the skull ring on her left hand.

"The wish was that we wished we were human," Isabelle recalled her studies, "and the only way humans get into the court is per invitation. And since I know she wants something in return, I know she'll contact us soon enough."

"So, what now?" Clary was baffled, "We wait?"

"Yes." The dark-haired faced her friend. "In the meantime, what are you supposed to be? A vampire?"

AN: How was it? Please review? Maybe I'll update faster if you do!