HEY! Guys, I'm so happy. Everybody say hello to HP-TMI-TS, who's my collaborator. Im so happy with her! She shared Search for Believers with the TMI community on Google+. Today, I go on my Gmail, and I saw NINE requests for more from Google+ers. Now, here it is!

Jenny frowned as she finished the Fanfiction, Search for Believers. It was intriguing, to say the least. Everything had been carefully calculated. The way that Anna had been related to Sebastian, how Brandon had fallen in love with Sapphira. Everything was taken into account. And yet...

Suddenly she whirled toward the window. She could have sworn that for a second, there had been someone's face pressed against the glass. It had been a nice face too; pale and delicately structured and black haired.

"Holy shit..." She put a hand over her frantically beating heart. "It's not real. It's not real. Is it real?" She was interrupted by the phone ringing.

"Hello?"

"Go downstairs." The voice was cool, collected, professional, and undoubtedly masculine. Jenny frowned.

"Who is this?"

"Go downstairs, or you will regret disobeying." She glanced out the window, toward her porch. She couldn't see anyone.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm going to tell you one more time before there will be consequences. Go downstairs. If you're not downstairs in thirty seconds, you will be sorry. Twenty-nine." Jenny sighed, then stood. "Twenty-eight. Twenty-seven."

"I'm coming." The voice stopped counting. She ran down the stairs, pausing at the front door. "Now what?" There was a small laugh. It took a moment before she realized it wasn't coming from the phone.

"Now we have fun." Someone grabbed her from behind, tying her hands behind her. She kicked out, feeling her bare foot connect, but the man just laughed. "You'll have to do better."

"Help me! Someone help!" The man reached in front of her and pressed a cloth to her mouth and nose. Oh, no. Jenny knew what was coming. She tried to squirm away, but her lungs were already screaming for oxygen. Jenny could feel her body shutting down, and her last thought was, Beat the chloroform, only to have my brain knock me out instead. Then the world went black.

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Daniel smiled as he looked down at the girl. He had to hand it to the mundies; they really put up a fight. His lip curled as his thoughts flashed back to the last girl he tried to kidnap. Auburn hair, bright red dress, gold jewelry. She had gotten him killed. Still, he was better for it; he could see that now. All he had to do was find his partner...

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Sapphira smiled and shoved Brandon off her.

"Nope. Still waiting." Brandon frowned and rolled to his feet, his hair mussed adorably, and stuck out his bottom lip.

"But I want to."

"Too bad." His frown deepened, and jumped onto the bed next to her, wrapping an arm around her.

"Please?"

"No. And get your hand out of my shirt." He frowned.

"Oversensitive prude."

"Hormonal pervert."

"No fair!"

"It's very fair. I'm a prude, you're a pervert. Just because you can't think of any other words for what I am, doesn't mean that it's unfair." As she spoke, she heard a slight buzzing. "Hang on." Rolling sideways, she slid into a crouch on the floor and began rooting around under the bed. "Here it is!" Brandon frowned.

"What?"

"Dimka's cell phone." She picked up and smiled. "Hello?"

"Dimitri?" A smooth male voice answered, unrecognizable, and yet somehow oddly familiar. "We have a bit of a situation. Come to the Institute." Sapphira frowned and glanced at her bookshelf.

"Um, excuse me? Who are you?" The voice paused.

"Who are you?"

"I asked first, Jackass. Who is this?" The line paused, then one word came through.

"Shit." The line went dead. Sapphira scowled and looked at the caller ID, then froze at the display. Jace Lightwood.

"Holy crap." Brandon wrapped his arms around her and looked at the phone over her shoulder, then stiffened.

"The idiot." He started to pull away, but Sapphira grabbed his arm and yanked him to the floor, sitting directly on his chest.

"What's going on, Brandon? What do you know that you're not telling me?" Suddenly she felt a searing pain in her skull, and the world around her went silent as colors, noises and sounds bombarded her from the inside. She saw a party with so many odd people, and one in particular with yellow-green cat eyes... She saw Brandon, bleeding on the sidewalk with a knife in his chest... She saw herself, sitting at a breakfast table with maybe fifteen people, only half of which she recognized… Then she saw a boy with white blonde hair standing in front of her, hugging a girl with the same hair.

"Sapphira? What's wrong?" Her eyes snapped open, and she hazily registered Brandon holding her.

"Something's happening. Where's Dimitri?" Brandon frowned.

"Hang on." He set her down on the bed and dialed a number on Dimitri's cell. "It's me. She just had some sort of brain attack... I don't care. Something's wrong... You can't just decide one day not to help your friends because it's against the fucking Law!" There was a pause, and Brandon sighed. "Okay. I'll keep her here. Come as quickly as possible." As soon as he hung up, she pounced.

"What the hell was that?" He shrugged and lay down next to her.

"Nothing." Sapphira tried to sit up, but he rolled over and pinned her down. "Where do you think you're going?" She tried to throw a punch, but he caught her fist and pulled it behind her back, pinning it with their combined weight.

"Get off me, Brandon!" He shook his head, his long black hair falling into his eyes.

"No can do, señorita." He leaned forward and kissed her. "Now can we-"

"No!" He sighed.

"Fine. But I'm only listening because I'm a good boy."

"No, you're listening because I wear the pants in the relationship. Now get up." He shook his head and leaned in again, and at the last second, she leaned forward and bit his lip, hard.

"Ow!" Reeling backward, he fell off the bed as Sapphira bucked underneath him.

"Nice of you to stop by." As she got up, she dumped her horse patterned throw cover over him, knowing that he would get tangled in it. As she rolled off the bed, landing automatically in a crouch, the door burst open, and a boy with golden hair came in. She stopped short as he turned his tawny gaze on her, then Brandon. Then, unexpectedly, he started to laugh.

"I always knew you were hyperactive, but I never would have expected you to be able to do so much in so short an amount of time." Sapphira put a hand to her head as visions of this boy swam through her head. His eyes were directly in front of hers, their lips locked, and a feeling of surprise and disgust flooded her body. He was smirking at her in an unfamiliar kitchen as she pulled a tray of cookies out of the oven. He was standing across from where she was being held by a boy, her arms pinned behind her. He was looking over her shoulder at a picture of Alex Pettyfer, who looked exactly like him. Suddenly everything made sense.

"Jace?" His smirk widened into a grin.

"You remember me." He picked her up by the waist and twirled her around like a little girl. "What did you see?" She scowled, and he backed up involuntarily.

"You kissed me?" Jace shook his head wildly.

"I was leaning over to get a better look, and you popped up."

"The only place you could have been looking at from that angle was down my shirt! What the hell?" Jace shook his head.

"I'm not that desperate. Do you remember why you met me?" Sapphira reached into her mind, but found nothing.

"N-no. Nothing." Jace frowned. "Why exactly did I-"

"That's confidential." Brandon disentangled himself from her throw cover. As she glanced toward him, a new onslaught of images flew through her brain. She was pinned down on a bed, his face inches from hers, but his expression was anything but benevolent; he was bound to a chair, smirking as she pleaded with him for something; he was flying them over New York, pointing out Chinatown.

"... Sapphira!" She jerked back as Brandon took her arm.

"What the fuck... Get away from me!" Brandon stopped short, anger and hurt written across his featured, just as the door opened.

"Sapphira-" A little girl of about twelve walked in. She looked exactly like Sapphira, except younger. She glanced once at Brandon, then her gaze went straight to Jace. "Oh my god! He looks like Jace!"

"Why do you think I haven't murdered him yet?" Jace frowned.

"Who exactly is this?" Sapphira sighed.

"Hodskindoodles, get out! How many times do I have to ask you to knock?" Her sister grinned.

"Once, then once a day to reinforce it." Jace snorted.

"Yup. This is definitely your sister."

"Shut up!" Sapphira sat down on her bed, sobs wracking her body. Her little sister punched him. He winced, just to make her feel better.

"You just gave her a meltdown. What'd you do?" She paused. "Are you Brandon's boyfriend?" Brandon gagged.

"I'm not gay!"

"You will be when she breaks up with you. At least, according to all her friends. Embrace your new sexuality!" Sapphira grabbed her sister's wrists in one hand and covered her mouth with the other.

"Hodskindoodles, shut up." Then she let go and rubbed her hand on her sister's sweatshirt. "And don't lick me. Get out!" Her sister ran out, giggling. "That girl is going to kill me one day." Brandon moved toward her, but she backed away simultaneously. "What's going on?" She turned to her boyfriend and shook her head. "Who are you?" Brandon looked hurt.

"Sapphira..."

"Who are you," she repeated, her tone steely. "Why do I suddenly remember knowing you from before I met you? And what's he doing here?" She jerked her head toward Jace. "I'm remembering things that never even happened." Jace and Brandon exchanged a look. Jace scowled.

"As much as I hate to say it, she has to go to the Institute." Sapphira backed up.

"Whoa, wait. I'm not going anywhere. Can we say hello to math test tomorrow?" Jace rolled his eyes.

"Mundies. They all don't seem to realize that they don't have a choice." Brandon opened his mouth as if to object, then closed it. Sapphira crossed her arms.

"Bite me."

"You really don't want to get me angry."

"Wanna bet, Goldilocks?" At that, Jace launched himself at her. They tumbled across the floor together until Jace landed on top, both of her wrists in one hand and the other covering her mouth.

"Last chance to leave on your own two feet." Sapphira scoffed and tried to jerk away. "Your problem." He released her mouth and hauled her upright.

"Let me go, asshole!" Jace sighed.

"Sapphira, we all know you're unhappy. Just shut up and calm down." The door opened, and Sapphira's little sister walked in.

"Sapphira, can I- what are you doing?!" Jace smiled at her.

"Annoying Sapphira."

"No, they're trying to kidnap me!" She tried to pull away, but her sister was already grinning.

"Well, if you're going to keep her busy..." She pulled a book of her sister's shelf and turned on the iHome. "Have fun!" Sapphira narrowed her eyes at Jace's expression; he looked like a child at Christmas.

"I love your sister."

"That makes one of us."