Hey there! This is my first time ever actually putting anything up here, so I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing quite yet. This started out as a one-shot, but it'll probably end up being a series of one-shots. They will all be Will/Jem, although there won't be any lemons, just telling you now.

Enjoy!

What's Your Name?

Will was moping. Charlotte had sent him to his room. He was chasing Jessamine around with a dead demon's eyeball, which, according to Charlotte, was apparently not okay to do. Will thought that was stupid. Jessamine was just a wimp. It wasn't his fault that Charlotte was getting a headache from Jessie's screaming. Henry was the only one who seemed impressed that Will managed to get the eyeball in the first place.

Will was bored. Jessie was boring. Charlotte always scolded him for having fun. Henry only wanted to tinker in his workshop, and he wouldn't even help Will blow things up. Thomas was usually around, and he was not boring. However, he was away, doing something for Charlotte. This left Will hopelessly alone and bored stiff in his room in the Institute.

Or at least, he thought so. He was going to grab a book from his shelf when he heard voices out in the hallway. One of the two he recognized as Charlotte's, but the other, he did not recognize at all. The voice sounded male and young, which piqued Will's curiosity. Completely forgetting that he was grounded, he opened the door and walked out into the hallway.

Will followed the sounds of the voices down the hall a bit. He knew that the hallway was a dead end, so he would eventually find Charlotte and the boy. They had nothing to do but turn around. However, he underestimated just how quickly that would happen. He got distracted by a spider dangling from the ceiling. They turned around, and he did not notice. He had the spider in the palm of his hand when they entered into his view, although the spider relocated to Charlotte's head when Will heard a voice behind him and jumped a foot into the air.

"Hello."

The voice was quiet, but clear. However, with Will being so distracted, it surprised him. Charlotte had the presence of mind to keep her composure and dislodge the spider from her hair with a small sigh. However, that did was not important to Will. What was important to him was the boy standing in front of him. He looked foreign, with dark, slanted eyes and dark hair.

"Hullo. Who are you?" Will asked, his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"Will, be polite," Charlotte scolded. "This is another Shadowhunter. He is going to be joining us here at the Institute. He's had a rough couple of months, so I would appreciate it if you could be nice to him."

Will looked at the boy. He seemed small and thin. He didn't look very much like Will or Thomas. He would have looked sad, with his shoulders hunched slightly and his mouth turned slightly down. However, his eyes were bright and intelligent. Will walked up to the boy, and linked arms with him. The boy was surprised, but he adapted quickly. Charlotte saw that Will had taken charge, and although she was not certain that the boy was in good hands, she knew that company would be good for Will.

"Will, I expect you to show Master Carstairs around and help him adjust. I am going to go take care of some work. Make sure you come down in time for dinner." Charlotte left, and Will and the boy were alone, Will's arm still linked in his.

"What's your name?"

"James."

"James is a boring name."

The boy blinked, surprised.

"It is?"

"Absolutely."

"I like my name, though."

Will's brows furrowed.

"You're new here. I'm giving you a nickname. I like nicknames, and James is boring. From now on, I'll call you Jem. Jem is much less boring than James."

Jem did not argue with Will. In fact, he smiled. Although he was unused to strangers giving him new names, he felt like the boy was trying to be friendly. Although he was pushy, Jem decided that he liked him, and that he could be his friend.

Jem never realized how close he would become with this strange boy with dark hair and blue eyes. Jem never realized that later on, he would be willing to die for him. Jem never realized that time would make them far more than friends.

That was all in the far away future. In that moment, all Jem could do was be happy that he was so readily accepted.

All he could do was ask in return, "What's your name?"