Disclaimer: I don't own any other these amazing characters they all belong to Cassandra Clare.

In other circumstances Magnus would have thrown out a comment about how rude it was to enter a room without being invited in, but the look on the young shadowhunter's face made him stop in his tracks.

The first time Magnus had ever seen Jace he had been struck by his looks; seeing him now with his golden blonde hair drenched in sweat and his golden eyes plagued with fear it stunned him. This Jace didn't resemble at all the boy he had met months ago; then again his sister was fighting for her life.

That's when he realized that Tessa was frozen at his side; Tessa had made sure to stay away from her descendants, the pain of losing them would be as bad as losing William had been. Although nothing about Jace resembled the old Herondales, he was all golden features while they had been dark haired with blue eyes. The only thing that Herondales seemed to have in common besides being afraid of ducks was a fire burning deep inside them which Magnus had always seen burning in mortals but for the Herondales they burned so bright. They had so much life in them it was astounding and at times he was very much envious.

"Izzy" Jace spoke with such dread you couldn't help but feel his pain and hopelessness. He went on his knees by Izzy's bed and took ahold of her hand. He felt sick to his stomach when he felt how cold her hand was. Isabelle had always been strong and brave; she fought so hard to be part of the guys. Right from the start Jace had known Izzy was strong but sometimes he worried that she forgot to look for happiness; he had seen her go from relationship to relationship never staying long enough to form any sort of connection. But seeing her like this, lying in bed pale as a sheet of paper, she looked so young, so defenseless and innocent. Jace didn't know what to do, he couldn't lose another person he loved, and the pain would be too much. He should have protected her better; he should have never agreed to go demon hunting in the subway tunnels. If he would have watched out for her better she wouldn't be here, she wouldn't be fighting for her life.

"Jace" someone spoke behind him and as he turned he realized that he had just barged into Magnus room without even noticing him and the women by his side. "Magnus, is she going to be okay?"

The pain leaked from his words which twisted something inside of Magnus." I did all I could, the runes you did are helping but it's all up to her." Jace knew this would be the response. It was then that he suddenly realized that with every situation he and his family found themselves in, Magnus was always there, of course he mostly did it for Alec. Jace realized he has never thanked him properly.

Getting up he walked and went to stand right in front of Magnus he stuck out his hand and said "Magnus, I know you have no reason to help me and my family, hell sometimes I don't think you even like us. But you do, with every mess we get ourselves into your always there and I have realized that I have never thanked you. Once again you have come to our aid and no amount of time will I be able to pay you back. Thank you Manus Bane High Warlock of Brooklyn."

Magnus stood stunned by the words of this shadowhunter, memories from his past seemed intent on invading his mind. He could never get used to the gratefulness of these shadowhunters. Plus it seemed like it was always the descendants of his old friends that were drawn to him only to be taken away. Hesitantly he took Jace's hand and accepted his gratitude even though it still made him uneasy. "No need, I offered my services and I am happy to help young Isabelle."

Jace knew Magnus was hiding a much deeper emotion but decided not to push. That's when he noticed that the woman next to Magnus was staring at him. She looked like she was in her early twenties with chocolate brown hair that framed her face but it was her gray-blue eyes that seemed familiar to him. She was dressed in skinny jeans and a simple cream cardigan but she had this refinedness to her that made her look older. The other strange part was that she staring at him; it was then that he felt the rush of air hit him. He looked down to realize his shirt was ripped caused from the talons of the demon and now his shoulder with his scar was exposed. He also had scrapes that ran across his chest that were only just beginning to heal. He suddenly felt uneasy which was new to him since he was always comfortable with his body especially around women, but it was this woman that made him feel like he should cover up.

Magnus cleared his throat which pulled Jace and this woman out of the trance they were in.

"Let me introduce you two, Jace this is Tessa Gray and Tessa this is Jace Herondale."

"Lightwood."

"Excuse me."

"My name is Jace Lightwood not Herondale."

"Whatever floats your boat."

Jace looked back up at Tessa and again felt a sense of déjà vu but he couldn't place her in any moment in time.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Jace." She said with a slight tremble. Herondale. He was a Herondale which could only mean one thing. She looked up to see Magnus watching her he gave her a slight nod confirming what she already knew. Jace was related to her and Will; she had managed to stay away from her descendants only to have one waltz right into this room. She could feel her hands shaking and felt on the verge of a panic attack, luckily Magnus saved her.

"Jace are you hurt?"

"I'm a shadowhunter I'm always hurt."

"You know what I mean, did you put runes on?"

"Of course I did but I need a stronger rune which means I need Alec, by the way where's Simon?"
"He's in the library I think he said something about washing his hair or needing air I don't really know."

"I'll go find him, yell if something happens."

Tessa watched as Jace walked out the room, her heart was still pounding, he looked nothing like the previous Herondales but his eyes even if they weren't blue, they held the same depth in them that told you they felt every emotion with their heart and soul. That if he truly loved something or someone he would protect them with his life.

'Tessa." Magnus whispered. "I'm sorry, I should have known Jace would come and see his sister." Tessa wasn't mad she was curious of this boy's life, of her great great great grandson's life.

"What's his story Magnus?"