Ah yes, it is another one shot about Will and Tessa- but I couldn't keep it out my head! I had to at least write it down and if I am going to write it down I may as well share it with any one who wishes to read it :) – sorry to say this, it's the same idea as my other one basically but might not end up as a one shot!

Disclaimer: I don't own Clockwork angel- only love it x

"There was something I meant to say to you," The voice drew Tessa from the mysterious and misty moors that surrounded Wuthering Heights and back into the warm library- drew her back for her to be greeted by the sight of Will sitting on the carpet before her chair, gazing softly into the crackling fire.

Tessa thought for a moment, wondering if she was supposed to reply to them, but after a few seconds of silence she decided if he didn't wish for her to talk to him he shouldn't have spoken to her. "Oh really Will? Do you? Well, if you wanted to be chatting partners with me you should have thought of it before you decided to unnecessarily hurt me like you did," Tessa tried not to let her voice raise to much or to let the anger inside her flow out- her aunt Harriett had told her anger in a woman was never attractive, not that she wished to attract Will in any way.

He didn't move an inch from where he sat; even his breathing was virtually silent against the roaring fire. "I know. That wasn't what I wanted to say to you," despite all the cruel things he had said to her in the past, Tessa wanted to do nothing more then take the sadness and guilt from his voice, take the pain that was clearly eating away at him away.

"I wanted to tell you something different. I wanted to tell you…" he paused- the words he wanted to tell her would not form on his lips, would not surface above his throat. "To tell you that…I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I said to you, I'm sorry for how I made you feel," His voice was soft, vulnerable. Love for him swelled in Tessa's heart no matter how much she tried to repress it- love was the most dangerous thing of all.

"I don't really want you to do that," Tessa managed to mumble, despite the fact she was sure her cheeks were flaming and she was quite sure he had noticed too. He turned then to look at her, his midnight blue eyes bore right into her- for the first time Tessa felt like she was seeing him, the real William Herondale.

"And why is that Tess?" The way he called her Tess sent shivers down her spine, her eyes seemed glued to his as if they and they alone could save her from the nightmare happening in her own head. The nightmares in her life. An unreadable expression lay across his face, somehow making him seem younger, and even more vulnerable.

"B-b-because… because I… I… feel in ways which… ways which I wish you not to be sorry for," Tessa felt her cheeks redden further as she stuttered through her words, embarrassed by each and every one of them. Will however had different thoughts about them; his hand reached up slowly and linked itself firmly in hers.

"Tessa, I think it is best we don't talk about this…" Will's voice was distant but bluntly displayed his lack of any kind of emotion towards her- Tessa immediately buried her head deep into Wuthering Heights, where at least Heathcliff loved Cathy though he did a poor job of showing her that. Embarrassment flooded her, how could she ever expect him to feel like she did, he'd told her clearly she couldn't expect him to commit anything more then a little unknown thing on the side. As he had said, there is no future for a shadowhunter who dallies with Warlocks. None at all- it had all been said clearly.

"Of course," She mumbled, positive her face would light on fire if it got any hotter, she was pretty sure him looking at her with such inquisitive eyes wasn't helping- in her opinion the least he could to do would be to leave her to wallow in despair and self hatred alone.

"Tessa, it isn't what your thinking it is," Will almost whispered, his words thick and heavy as he looked at her through his dark eyelashes. Her body so close to him alone drove him insane, but her blushing face with strands of chocolate hair winding down her cheeks frankly hurt him.

"You have no idea what I could possibly dream to think it is," Tessa replied, just as she had in front of De Quincey- her wild dreams again. There was no mistaking that Tessa Grey was brave, far braver then she appeared to be. There was no doubting Will Herondale was virtually fearless- but he was somewhat. He feared her- feared loving and losing her. Life without talking to the beautiful girl in front of him was hell, but he could manage that. Life without her? That he knew he couldn't manage and god did her fear it. Tessa was brave- but she could be scared too. She was scared when De Quincey had started chocking Will; she was scared when he told her she could never have children and she was scared whenever she thought about just how much her hear ached for him.

"I don't hate you, or dislike you… or think little of you-" Will didn't have a chance to finish his sentence before Tessa interrupted him, her voice wavering with sadness.

"Yes you do, because I'm a downworlder, whether that be a Warlock or not," He could see the tears building up behind in the rims of her eyes, water glistening in the light of the fire. She muttered something he couldn't hear and blinked harshly, trying to banish the already falling tears.

"No, no I don't!" Never before had he felt so adamantly about something quiet like this, but this time it was different- he couldn't watch himself hurt her again, not again. "I think nothing like that; in fact I think entirely the opposite about you Tess!" Her eyes flew up from the book he knew she hadn't read since he had first spoken to her in the library, her eyes almost narrowing even as the tears dripped down and splashed gently onto the book's pages.

"Then say it, I will never believe you!" Tessa shook her head, curls of hair falling from the messy bun as she did so, her grey eyes leaking yet more tears. She couldn't believe a word he said for she knew in but a few moments he would take them all back and act as if he had never spoken them- leaving her alone and hurt once more.

"Say it? You really want me to? Fine. I love you! I love you Theresa Grey, I love you!" Will felt all the emotions he had never before been able to show flow out of him, flow right into her as her eyes stared right back into his. He reached up and took her hand again, leaned forward and kissed it softly before rising to his feet.

"Goodnight Tess," He murmured softly before he left, leaving Tessa sitting shocked and alone in the grand library. The book on her lap held no more interest, but the idea of leaving the chair which felt so much like a barrier from the outside world did not comfort her either. Instead, she watched the fire burn and gently let sleep close her red rimmed eyes.

Ok, so I'm not going to leave it as a one shot, that seems to cruel. However I would like to say now, I hope if you read the other one this doesn't bore you- in fact I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'll try and update soon, please review xxxx