A/N: Hello readers! So I've recently read The City of Bones, and I loved it! Except for the weird Jace/Clary are related thing (Spoiler- they aren't) This is my first City of Bones story, so let me know what you think! If you want, I'll keep writing, if you don't like it I'll probably still keep writing!

Please Review and let me know your thoughts!

Disclaimer: I'm only doing this once, but I don't own The City of Bones, just my twist on it is all.


"Clarissa!" Her father's voice rang up the stairs and she jumped up, shoving her Stele into her boot and walking downstairs slowly.

"Yes father?" He turned, his black eyes on her as she brushed her long red hair back, revealing the bruises on her neck and cheek. He glanced away, pretending not to see them.

"What have you been doing up there?" She shrugged, giving him a small smile, her eyes innocent. He sighed, smiling and putting an arm out for her.

"Come now, you have a big day ahead of you." Clary nodded, smiling up at him and grabbing her bag.

"Let's go." She was unsure of today, she knew he would kill her if he caught her, but she had to get away, after last night, she was dying to go.

"You know how long I've waited for this day, your 17th birthday." He squeezed her shoulder, smiling down at her and looking so proud. She grinned up at him, desperate to please him so he wouldn't change his mind.

"Yes." He smiled, looking forward as they walked outside to the waiting car.

"Are you ready?" She nodded, grinning up at him again. Her hair caught in the wind, blowing away from her shoulders and into her face. He tucked it back gently, looking at her green eyes and sighing.

"You look so much like your mother." Clary looked up, smiling at him and hugging him tightly.

"Go now, you don't want to be late." She nodded, kissing his cheek and climbing into the back of the taxi, and waving to him. He thought she was going on weekend trip for summer school, but she had different plans, more dangerous plans and she would be free of him. She loved her father dearly, but he kept her caged like a bird, like a pretty little pet that he never wanted to lose, but she was free now, for the summer at least.

Of course, she had to hide her Stele from him, and her blades, or else he'd know where she was really going. She let the taxi driver drop her off at the train station and headed down, buying her ticket and going down to wait for her train. She dug through her bag, grabbing a sweater and pulling her hair up into a bun, hiding it under the hood. She kept her head down as he train came up to the platform and climbed on, looking out the window as the trees rolled by.

She heard about the Institute in one of his meetings, they said it was in New York, and Clary had a feeling she could find it. She had ShadowHunter blood, and he had trained her for years now, she would know where to go.

It was raining when she came out of Grand Central Station and she sighed, starting her trudge through the rain to find her sanctuary.

It took longer than she thought to make the trek across the city, but she could see the Institute before her now, a beacon in the downpour. She ran up to the stairs, knocking loudly and waiting a few minutes before the door swung open.

"We weren't expecting any visitors." A girl opened the door, freezing as she took in Clary.

"I d-didn't call ahead." Her teeth chattered in the cold and the girl stepped back, allowing Clary to drag her drenched bag in behind her.

"And who might this be?" She jumped, seeing two boys coming down the stairs in front of her. One had dark hair and piercing blue eyes, but the other boy, his hair was blond, and his eyes were honey. Clary hadn't met other children her age, at least not other Shadowhunter children.

"My… my name is Clarissa." The girl looked at her, smiling and holding out her hand.

"Isabelle, do you have business here?" She felt the blonds' eyes on her and looked away quickly, pushing her hood back slightly and hearing it drip water on the tiles below her.

"N-not exactly." The girl raised an eyebrow, eyeing her for a moment. She saw the boys continue to stare and she sighed, hanging her head and pulling off the sweater. She heard the girls gasp as her eyes fell on the bruises on her neck and face. The boys froze, their eyes on her face.

"Come then, you'll want to see Hodge." They walked down the hall together, Clary's weapons occasionally clinking in her bag. Isabelle threw her a curious glance, but said nothing.

"Hodge, you have a visitor." He looked up, his eyes widening as he took in the girl before him.

"Clarissa" She paused, studying him for a long moment, wishing she hadn't come here.

"Do you two know each other?" They both shook their heads quickly, Clary looking down and Hodge looking out the window.

"Leave us Isabelle." She nodded, leaving and shutting the door to the library slowly.

"Does he know you're here?" She shook her head, dropping her bag and walking forward quickly.

"No… please you can't tell him" She grabbed his hands, her eyes pleading.

"Hodge, I thought he was going to kill me… please." He sighed, taking her hands gently and squeezing them.

"The Institute is a sanctuary for all ShadowHunters, you are welcome here." She felt a few tears roll down her cheeks as she hugged him tightly, shaking from the cold.

"I know you're out there!" The door creaked open and Clary turned, seeing Isabelle watching her curiously.

"Will you be so kind as to have Jace show our guest to her room?" She nodded, her cheeks red with guilt.

"And then come back here, I have something to discuss with you." She nodded again, leading Clary to the kitchen.

"Jace! Hodge wants you to show Clarissa to her room!" He looked up, taking in her appearance and grinning.

"Sure" He stood, grabbing the bag from her and swinging it over his shoulder, throwing her a curious glance as he heard the clattering of weapons.

"I like to be prepared." She shrugged, looking away as he started walking down the hall.

"So… what made you come here?" She glanced down at her hands, picking at her nails and following him.

"I heard it was safe here." He glanced at her again, since he was on her left side he could get a full view of the damage that had been done to her.

"Who did that to you? A boyfriend?" She scoffed, shaking her head and combing her hair to the side, an obviously practiced move to hide the bruises.

"No." He opened a door and led her in, setting down her bag and watching her.

"Feel free to come to the kitchen, we got Chinese." She turned, looking up at him and smiling.

"Thank you." He walked off and Clary dropped to her knees, opening her bag and digging through the clothes. She pulled out her blades, setting them on the bedspread and looking them over. She pulled her Stele from her boot and laid it down as well, sighing as she thought about how furious he would be.

She heard her door creak open and grabbed one of the Seraph blades, turning quickly as the blade flew from the hilt. Jace froze in the doorway, seeing how her hand shook as she held the blade, and how she had been reaching for a second weapon.

"I was just bringing you some dry clothes… your bag looked soaked." Her eyes widened as she stared at him and she lowered her arm, the blade slinking back into the hilt.

"I-I'm sorry." Her bottom lip trembled as she set the hilt down on the bed, running a hand through her hair.

"I know what it's like to be scared, but this is a safe place." He put a hand on her shoulder, pressing the dry clothes into her hand and giving her a gentle squeeze.

"Thank you Jace." He nodded, walking out of her room and shutting the door slowly. She sighed, finding a bathroom and climbing into the shower, taking care to untangle her hair and letting the warm water spill over her.

She walked down the halls slowly, Jace had given her sweatpants that were a foot too long, so she rolled up the waistband, but they still hung a few inches past her feet. He also gave her socks, and a tank top, and her hair was now try and glowing. She drifted down the hall, exhausted from her day, and finding the teens in the kitchen.

"Hey" Isabelle grinned up at her, patting the seat beside her so Clary went over, sitting down as Alec threw her an eggroll.

"Eat up. You look anorexic." Clary looked at him in shock before complying, taking a bite and seeing Jace snicker. She stuck her tongue out at him and he grinned, shaking his head and cracking a fortune cookie.

"Your greatest love is not yourself." Jace scoffed, throwing it to the side as the others laughed. Alec opened his next, grinning.

"Silence is greater than strength." They chuckled again and Isabelle grabbed into the pile, pulling one out and reading it happily.

"You're the most beautiful girl in the world." They rolled their eyes, chuckling as Jace grabbed the paper, reading it for her.

"Grace, is greater than beauty." She stuck her tongue out at him, eating the cookie anyways.

"Enchanted fortune cookies are overrated, they just judge more than anything." Clary stared at them curiously, enchanted fortune cookies, the downworlders thought of everything.

"Here Clary, you can have this one." Jace threw her one and she opened it slowly, her eyes widening as she read the words.

You cannot run. He will find you.

"Clarissa?" She crumpled the paper up quickly, her chest heaving as burned her palm.

"Clarissa…" Jace stood but Clary turned, sprinting down the corridors, dropping the paper as she ran. Jace picked it up slowly, looking after her as she skidded down the hall towards her bedroom. He glanced down, reading it and sighed, running a hand through his hair and jogging after her.


A/N: Thoughts?