I find that 90% of all fanfictions for this series, the characters are not shadowhunters. They're all regular mortals in high school or in a band and I know I can't be the only one who craves fanfictions that are true to the actual books.

So this was born.

This will make much more sense if you've read Infernal Devices, Mortal Instruments, and Lady Midnight.

I do not own these unnaturally beautiful characters and I apologize if they're out of character.

Also, I saw Moana a few weeks ago and just wanted to know if anyone thought of Jace when Maoui sang "You're Welcome"? Lol

Silent City:

The darkness of the city remained unbroken, but there was something off. The silence was not the normal silence of the city. It was a deathly silence, the kind of silence that drives people to madness and sends even the most level headed of people to insanity. Something was not right. Around each corner, down each tunnel, there was no sign of life or shifting of robes, no movement whatsoever. It was a ghost town. An empty city.

New York, Brooklyn, Magnus Bane's apartment.

It was one of the rare mornings in Magnus's apartment that was quiet and peaceful with no screeching children or irritable vampires or impatient werewolves. Alec was curled up against Magnus, out cold with no signs of waking up anytime soon. Magnus was awake, but perfectly content to lay there in bed besides Alec and bask in the early morning silence that was hard to find these days with two kids running around all the time. Max and Raphael were rarely ever quiet. They were okay of course, Magnus could hear them playing in their room. But they had yet to come storming in, so he thought he should take advantage of this while he could.

It wouldn't last. He knew that. A few minutes later, and his phone goes off. It was a text, from Robert Lightwood, the new Inquisitor. Meet us at the Silent City ASAP.

Robert rarely ever texted Magnus. Magnus had often wondered if he even knew how to text someone, but apparently he did. With a sigh, he glanced back over to Alec, still blissfully aware of the conscious world. Not wanting to wake him, he slid out of bed carefully and scribbled a quick note, promising to return soon, before he portaled to the cemetery entrance to the Silent City. Shadowhunters were swarming the place, some looking accusingly at Magnus while others muttered nervously to each other.

"Magnus!"

He looked in the direction the voice had come from and saw Jace making his way through the crowd. Just as golden as he was when he was 17, Magnus found himself wondering how the Herondales did it. Such a beautiful family, all of them in looks if not personality.

"Come down, there's all sorts of strange things going on down there." He said, before turning and heading down into the tunnel. Magnus sighed again, and followed. "Dark magic is what we're thinking. Faeries, probably, those bastards just don't know when to stop." Jace explained, holding a witchlight in his hand. At the bottom of the stairs, Robert Lightwood stood with a few other council members, all talking in hushed voices as if they didn't want the dead to hear.

"Is there any particular reason you called me here?" Magnus asked. "I was quite comfortable in bed."

"Yes. Come with me." Robert nodded, all business now and not awkward sorta-father-in-law. Clearly whatever was happening was bigger than Magnus had originally thought. Shadowhunters were known to overreact, but perhaps this was not one of those cases. Robert lead Magnus down several halls, before stopping at a door and pushing it open. And Magnus decided that this was definitely not an overreaction.

He knew this room. Sure, he was not a shadowhunter and therefore was not exactly welcome in the Silent City too often, but he knew that this was where they keep the ashes of the dead. This room was more like a giant hall, generations of shadowhunter ashes in urns from floor to ceiling. And wandering the hall like confused, sleepy puppies, were shadowhunters. Shadowhunters that should be dead. Magnus wasn't sure of all their names, but he knew they were not supposed to be living. All of them had faded marks, their skin was pale and unhealthy looking, eyes sunken like they were ill, and their hair was stringy and falling out. Zombies. There were zombies in the silent city.

"Necromancy is a serious crime. It's bad enough we had a necromancer in LA, now we have one here and it's bringing back the dead from hundreds of years ago. Do you think Malcolm may have survived?" Robert asked as Magnus took a step into the hall.

"No, this was no warlock. This is dark magic for sure, but if a warlock had done this so close to New York, I would've known. Even if the Silent City isn't technically in New York." Magnus shook his head, looking back to Robert. How had someone managed to do this? It took a lot of power to bring even one person back from the dead, but all of these people? Even if they were like the shells of people, there were a lot of them.

"Magnus Bane?" A hoarse voice spoke up, and Magnus turned back to the undead that filled the hall. He had to do a double take when he saw it. In front of them stood a tall boy, his hair messy and black and his eyes a stormy blue, a british accent slipping unmistakably through the hoarseness of a voice that hadn't been used in hundreds of years.

"Alec?" Robert looked hopelessly confused. Magnus snapped his fingers and Robert froze, for the moment unable to see or hear what was going on.

"William Herondale. This may be a problem."

"What are you wearing?" Will tilted his head, running his fingers through his hair. "Who is he? Who's Alex? And all these people-"

"Stop asking questions for a second, and answer a few." Magnus interrupted. He took Will's silence as the okay to keep going.

"How long have you been down here?"

"I don't know. I've been walking around for a while. An hour maybe? Is this the Silent City?" Will rubbed his temples, suddenly seeming pained. "No...no, what am I doing here Magnus? I..I'm dead, aren't I? I married Tessa, we had children, and I got old and I died. Was that all a dream?"

"No, no it wasn't a dream." Magnus walked forward and put his hands on Will to steady him. He looked like he was about to fall over. "Sit. When you woke up, or started walking around here, did you see anyone besides the zombie shadowhunters?"

Will leaned on the wall and slid down so he was sitting. "No. I just woke up on the floor and started walking around and then spotted you. Which leads me to my original question: What are you wearing?" He looked at Magnus with his expression so vulnerably lost that Magnus remembered when Will had come to him all those years ago, raging about a curse and a demon and begging for help in looking for a cure for his Parabatai's illness. Jem. Jem would want to see Will again. Tessa would too, for that matter. But where was she?

"It's called a suit, Will, they aren't that new."

"It's so sparkly."

"Just...sit there and pretend to be like the others until I figure out what to do with you."

Will nodded, and laid down instead of sitting, closing his eyes. Magnus could only imagine the headache he must have.

Magnus unfroze Robert and made sure he wiped the memory of a boy like Alec being in the tunnel. "I'm not sure what happened here, but I will look into it. I have ties all over, people who owe me favors. For now...make sure word about this doesn't get out."

Robert nodded. "I hadn't planned on it."

"The others are probably looking for you. You go take care of them, I'm going to try to get some samples of the magic here and try to figure out who caused it."

Robert nodded again, eyes glazing over as Magnus charmed him enough to avoid any arguments. The Shadowhunter turned and walked away, and Magnus turned back to Will, who was still laying on the ground.

"Get 're coming with me." Magnus told him. Will sat back up and pushed himself to his feet. The last time Magnus had seen Will, he had been gray and wrinkled, stiff and not as quick as he had once been. Now, he looked like the young lad who had wandered into Magnus's life in the mid 1800s. Magnus opened a portal right there, working quickly. Since it was such a short distance, it wasn't too hard to make it.

"Uh, is that thing safe-"

Magnus dragged him through it before Will could even finish his sentence.

In the flat, Magnus was reminded even more of how things were in London during Will's days. For example, they didn't have light switches in the Institute. Will had quite obviously never used a light switch, as he was completely fascinated with one now. Then he flipped the switch for the food processor in the sink, and nearly jumped out of his skin.

"What demon makes a sound like that when a switch is flipped?" He exclaimed.

"Not a demon. A sink. Please sit down and be quiet so I can figure out what's happening."

Will ignored him in true Herondale fashion and wandered over to the next new thing. The TV remote. "Whats this?"

Before Magnus could answer, Will pressed the power button and the TV turned on. It was some old western movie, in black and white. "Whoa...How do those people get in that box? And what happened to the color? Is it another dimension?"

"It's a television, now if you would stop touching things-"

"Does this open another dimension?" Will picked up a different remote.

"No, but don't-"

Will pressed the button and music blasted from the speakers. Will jumped and threw it at Magnus.

And because this wasn't bad enough, Alec came into the room. His hair was wet and he was in just a towel, obviously having not expected company. Magnus turned off the radio and snapped his fingers and suddenly Alec was dressed in one of Magnus's glittering outfits.

Will and Alec looked at each other, obviously confused. Magnus cringed and thought about the movies of time travel and how it screws everything up. But this wasn't exactly time travel, was it?

"So Magnus...you wanna explain?" Alec asked, looking warily at Will.

"If you'll both sit down, I would love to explain." Magnus stated, turning off the TV and gesturing to the couch. Alec sat in the recliner chair while Will took the couch.

"Alec, where are the kids?"

"Kids?" Will tilted his head. Magnus ignored him.

"Clary came and took them. She's going to Central Park today with Jace because he's going stir crazy with how quiet it's been lately. She figures chasing Max and Rapheal around for a bit might help."

Magnus nodded, and sat on the coffee table facing the two.

"First off, Alec, no one is to know about this yet. Not Jace, not Clary, not even the kids yet. This was completely unplanned." He said, and Alec nodded, but looked suspicious of Will still. The warlock turned to Will. "And you will behave and not leave this flat, got it?"

"You're going to hold me against my Will? In this strange world I have been unfairly thrown into? I call cruelty, warlock. I believe that goes against those rules they made for Downworlders."

Magnus knew that was an entirely empty threat, just as it would've been empty back then too. Will was nothing if not a sarcastic bastard. He took a deep breath.

"Alec, this is William Herondale. Will, this is Alexander Lightwood.

Both black-haired-blue-eyed men blinked, and then looked back to each other. Will spoke first.

"Well it's good to know my sister's genes were passed on and still show. Gabriel was an ugly piece of work."

"Shouldn't you be dead?" Alec asked.

"Well that's rude, but technically yes." Will nodded, taking the question in stride.

"Magnus?" Alec raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.

And so Magnus explained how he had been called to the Silent City and the chaos that was happening there, Robery showing him the undead Shadowhunters and how Will had been the only one who seemed coherent enough to interact and talk and remember things. Then he looked back towards Will.

"I want to keep you here for a night at least. To make sure you really are back. Then I'll bring you to Los Angeles, because there's someone there who can help you get situated a little better until we figure out what's going on."

The day was then filled with Alec and Magnus trying to Will-proof the flat. It was like having an extra toddler running around. So much stuff was new to him and it didn't take very much to amaze him. Ovens ("Will, put an oven mit on!") , toasters ("No, Will, don't use a fork to take things from the toaster!"), microwave ("No tin foil in the microwave!") and the plumbing. While the Institute in London did have some plumbing in Will's day, it wasn't nearly as advanced. Hot water that didn't have to be heated over a fire? A toilet that has two different flushes, depending on what was done? And then Max and Raphael had come home. Will had thankfully not been in the room, and Clary and Jace seemed to be in a rush to leave. Will's reaction to seeing a warlock child hug a Shadowhunter and call him 'dad' had been priceless. Magnus had gotten a picture of it too, and almost wanted to get it framed. The kids had shown Will their phones, but he simply couldn't grasp the concept of it. Finally, Alec went to put them to bed and Will sat on the couch, looking exhausted.

"Henry would've loved this." He said, looking at Magnus. "But his ashes didn't appear to be bothered. Why was I brought back, but not Henry or Charlotte or any of the others?"

"I don't know, Will. But you'll be the first to know when I do." Magnus sighed. "You can crash on the couch tonight." Magnus tossed him a pillow and some blankets from the closet in the hall. Will laid down, head on the pillow and the blanket over him, and had passed out within minutes. Magnus sighed again, watching him as Alec came up behind him and put a hand on his back comfortingly.

"I want to bring him to Jem so badly, but I have no idea how he'll react. And no idea if Will will still be alive like this in the morning."

"If I were Jem and Will was Jace, I would want to know if he's back no matter what." Alec said after a few seconds. "Though a warning would be a good idea."

"Alec, I've been around for a long time. I've seen parabatai a lot, some that aren't very close and some that are so close it's as if they share a soul or were carved from the same stone. Jem and Will might well have been the closest pair of parabatai I've ever met, and I barely knew him. They loved each other enough to not be angry and jealous when they realized they both loved the same girl. There bond is what kept Jem from becoming like all the other Silent Brothers. I'm sure that even if I didn't bring Will to Jem, they would find their way to each other again anyway."

The next morning, Magnus was woken up to the sound of a crash in the kitchen. Him and Alec both lept out of bed and hurried out, thinking maybe Max or Raphael had pulled something down on themselves, only to find a startled looking Will standing in front of a mess of pots and pans.

"I was trying to find a tea pot." He said as explanation. "But your pots and pans attacked me instead."

Magnus face palmed, snapped his fingers, and a cup of hot tea from the shop around the block apeared on the counter. "There, now you have tea. Now please, go sit on the couch and stay there. Alec, do you have Emma's phone number?"

"Yeah, I think so." Alec pulled out his phone and flipped through the contacts before finding Emma Carstairs and handing the phone to Magnus, who pressed the call button.

"Hello?" Came the reply.

"Emma? Is your uncle there?"

"Jem? Yeah, he's still asleep I think. He wasn't feeling well yesterday. Need to talk to him?"

"No, but go wake him up and tell him to sit down somewhere. I have a delivery for him. Also, I'll take care of dinner for everyone there tonight. There's gonna be an extra mouth to feed."

And there we go! Next chapter will be the reunion between Jem and Will and I'm excited. Please review!