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"That's because you're not welcome." Magnus answered tiredly. There was a pause until the other person answered.

"I thought we were friends."

The sentence was laced with more amusement than hurt, Will noted silently as he shifted his gaze from the shadowy figure by the door to Jem.

"You should rest if you aren't feeling-"

"I'm fine. It's taking effect." Jem cleared his throat and sat straighter. His pallor was less appalling as the little colouring he previously had flushed into his skin again. He clenched and unclenched his thin fingers and took a breath, "I'm fine, Will, I promise." He reassured.

The cat had moved from its uncomfortable position on Jem to the floor, on its back, legs in the air.

"Is it dead?" Will had to ask "Honestly, it looked dead from the start. Do you think the vampires are investing on eternal pets?"

"I don't have a relationship with Alec." Magnus gritted, but that shadowy figure shouldered past Magnus and into the room. It surprised Will how submissive the warlock had become. Magnus sighed and shut the door, looking to Will warningly.

The shadowy figure wasn't shadowy at all. Save the dark Shadowhunting gear, he was all…yellow? Will took in his blonde hair, to amber eyes and almost bronze skin.

Yes, he was definitely very yellow.

"Ah," the newcomer greeted with an ever-growing grin not unlike Will's "I see you've found a rebound." His eyes widened when his gaze landed on Jem "Two rebounds, I see. I always did take you for the party type. You should've called me." He said, winking at the warlock, who pursed his lips as if he tasted something disgusting. Will was affronted.

"Please, someone get that image out of my head." Said Magnus with drama "And so what if they are my rebounds?" he asked, casting a withering look at the blonde boy, who was still studying the two in front of him.

"Shadowhunters as well." Jace grinned, bumping Magnus in the shoulder "Once you go black, you never go back."

Magnus raised an eyebrow.

"Anyway, despite everything, it smells like heartbreak in here."

"It's Chinese food." Jem raised an eyebrow, to which Magnus waved a hand, silencing him. "Look, Jace, hurry up and tell me how I should get back with Alec, I have more important business to take care off."

"You mean your new play-things?"

"Plaything?" Will rose, despite Jem's futile attempts to sit him down.
"Oh, he speaks!" Jace's eyes glittered "And British- exotic, Magnus."

"Will sit down-"

"No-"

"I said sit down." Magnus hissed "You too Golden Boy. There's something we all need to discuss."

"I think you should get back with Alec." Jace continued, ignoring everybody in the room "He's sorry and won't do it again. Might I add: he's very sorry. And grumpy Alec is bad enough- this is mopey Alec we're speaking off, it's his time of the month every minute."

"Oh yes, I'm sure he promises not to sneak behind my back and shorten my life, am I right?"

"Magnus-"

"Besides, Camille's-" he stole a glance to the couch, where the two curious occupants sat, listening "-he can't do it again."

"Angel, what is going on?" Jem murmured.

"You're asking me?" Will muttered back "Apparently we are witnessing the rift between the main couple in a romance novel."

"What do you even care-"

"What do I care?" Jace yelled, so loudly, Chairman let out an annoyed yowl and sat up, on two legs, other two outstretched, like an irritated zombie.

"I'm telling you," Will whispered, "It's a vampire-cat. I think I see its fangs."

"He's my parabatai, of course I care! It seems to em you're exactly like him- your place is a mess, takeaway everywhere, your cat looks dead."

"Spot on!" Will announce triumphantly.

"I care about Alec." Said Jace simply, as he dumped himself on a wingback armchair, legs dangling over one of the armrests.

The lack of finesse in the future was…Will was just incredibly glad he missed this mess by two centuries.

"Again, we aren't here to speak of Alec." Magnus stated after a silence. "It seems we have a problem."

"Yes, I have literal fires of heaven in my veins." Jace answered simply. Magnus rolled his eyes, and patted the sofa, but Chairman merely fell back onto his back, legs back in the air. "I think your cat needs to see somebody- maybe a brunette, blue-eyed Shadowhunter." His eyes caught Will's and he grinned lazily "It seems you have a type, Magnus."

Magnus groaned, burying his head in his hands.

"You know what?" Magnus said, his voice muffled in his palms "I was going to try doing this gently, but I don't even care anymore. You two-" he cast a finger in the general direction of Will and Jem, "-introduce yourselves."

"Magnus, is that a smart-"

"Shut up and introduce yourselves."

"It's highly impossible to do both.," said Will.

"You could write it on a piece of paper." Jace offered, grinning at Magnus' next groan. Will answered in like, his wide-toothed grin matching his descendant's.

"Not bad," Will responded and stood up, arm outstretched. "My name's Will. Will Herondale. That's my friend- Jem Carstairs."

Jace froze, grin waning. His mouth moved, speaking the name silently. He turned sharply to Magnus.

"There are no living Herondales," He said "other than-" his paused, mouth trying to form the words.

"Other than you, yes." Magnus offered, taking his hands from his face, deciding to take part. He leaned back, still seated, watching the scene play out, like an audience at the theatre "Presently, you are the only living Herondale, but there were Herondales before you."

Jace stared at the boy in front of him. Where he had blonde curls, this guy had straight dark hair; and where his eyes glowed amber, his were a deep blue; yet, he could see the similarities: the broad shoulders, defined cheekbones, air of arrogant confidence, the almost twin smirks and grins.

"By the Angel, Magnus, what did you do?"

"Why does everyone always think its me?" he cried, throwing his hands in the air economically for added measure "I had no reason to bring my past into my present, trust me there are a select few people who will not be happy with this- I just need to get them back, but before that," Magnus sighed "I'll- We'll need your help."

.oOo.

Jace had been through many unusual situations the past six months, that no other seventeen-year-old Shadowhunter, let alone mundane, would have to go through, but he'd never thought he'd go through anything weirder.

"Let me just lay everything down here," Jace started, once Magnus finished speaking "My ancestor and his parabatai were, for some reason, shoved through a Portal that can jump time, and landed precisely during the biggest war Nephilim have ever been through, in which, bless us, I'm the star player, and you want us to take care of them."

"Basically. Good job, Jace, didn't think you'd catch on that fast." Magnus floated up from his seat, glitter floating like dust around the room.

"Fine." Jace said "On one condition- speak to Alec."

"And we've come around full circle. Again, why can't you just leave things be?"

"Because-"

"Yes, yes, he is your parabatai and you care for him more than you care for yourself. This isn't the first time I've heard this." He cast a long sideways glance to the other Herondale in the room "Odd creatures, you Nephilim are- always claiming to be strong and unemotional, yet you love harder than the Mundie do. And this parabatai complication- you pick them, yet you can't unpick them, even when they turn on you; you can never fall in love with them, despite them being the closest people to you; and when they die-" at this Will tensed "-a part dies with you."

"How do you know so much about parabatai?" asked Jem, speaking for the first time. Jace was mildly surprised by the calm and gentleness in his voice- the exact opposite to his tenacious ancestor.

"I've known you Shadowhunters a long time." Magnus smiled "Especially you Herondales- but you, Jace," he said, looking at the blonde "you especially, since you have the fires of heaven running through your blood."

"You've been friends with Shadowhunters before?" Jace asked, sounding mildly surprised; he indicated to Jem and Will.
"What does that mean really?"

"Do you even have any friends?"

"This is novel, insulting me. I knew you to be…unique, but-"

"Is it working?"

"It really isn't, though I have an odd craving for pizza- however that may be unrelated."

"It's okay I can stay here all day."

Jace picked up and ottoman before realising it had the Union Jack printed on it. With a smirk he tossed it to the Brits across the room.

"Fitting, isn't it?" he grinned as the blue-eyed Herondale caught it effortlessly, "You don't mind waiting here, right? I've got all day."

Just then Jace's phone rang. He noticed how the other two Shadowhunters jumped and eyed his mobile with a mix of awe and confusion. He chuckled.

"Jace?"

"Yeah, Isabelle," he answered, "What's up? I'm at Magnus' place, I think im making some headway, plus I think I found something more interesting here."

"Come back, to the Institute. Now."

Jace tensed "What. What's wrong?"

"Sebastian."

Jace hung up and stood up, his body tense, face serious and unsmiling.

"Is it Alec?" Magnus asked, "Is he alright?"

"What do you care?"

The warlock flinched and Jace almost turned to apologise.

Almost.

He left the room, slamming the door with a bang.

.oOo.

"He doesn't love anyone." Jocelyn hissed angrily.

"Mum, stop." Clary felt sick. He'd finally made his move- no more waiting, no more pretending. The war against Sebastian had started. "So what are we supposed to do? Fortify the Institute? Hide?"

"Let me guess. The Clave's called for a Council. Another meeting."

Jace was rigid, more tense than usual. His voice dripped with sarcasm, laced with malice Clary didn't quite understand. It made her wonder what had gone down in Magnus' flat, but she didn't pester, not yet, as that was not the priority.

"When do we leave New York?" Isabelle asked.

"Go and pack." Maryse said. There was an edge to her voice and her imperious air was back in place "We leave tonight."

Clary, Jace, Izzy and Alec were among the last to leave to room, mostly more out of recuperating from the meeting rather than respect for the elders. Jace was silent, unusually so.

"Jace, are you alright?" Izzy asked, placing a hand on her brother's arm.

"No." he swallowed "There's something you need to know." He looked to Alec "It's may be a little about Magnus."

Alec straightened "Is he okay? Is he hurt?"

"No, no. He has a problem. A Nephilim problem." Jace sighed, "It seems his past has caught up with him."

"Get to the point, Jace." Alec gritted.

"Someone seems to have brought two of his friends, one of my ancestors, into their future, and as they are Nephilim, it is our problem as well."

"We have to tell Maryse, don't we?" Clary piped.

"But the Clave-"

"What is the Clave going to do, Izzy?" Clary asked, "Lock them up? If anything they will help us, worst case scenario is that they are stuck with us until they have the time to figure something out."

Jace nodded "Clary's probably right. I wouldn't know what to do with them, anyway." He stood up and left the room "I'll go find Maryse." He paused "Maybe Robert, he's less…mean." He decided, before leaving the room.

"I'd better call Simon," Clary sighed, moving to stand as well.

"Wait, Clary, can-can I call him?" Izzy said unsurely. Clary smiled.

"Of course, I'll go find Jace."

Alec stood silently. "I-I need to go pack." He said curtly before leaving the room.

.oOo.

"That stupid warlock." Robert swore.

"I've told you three times that he didn't do this." Jace answered with irritation.

"I don't care."

"Too bad, because they're Nephilim and that makes it our problem."

Robert glared at his adopted son, a glare that was returned with much more force.

"Fine," he said finally "they come with us to Alicante, and we sort it out with the Clave over there."

Jace nodded curtly before leaving the room. He turned to corner, only to crash into a small, soft body. Looking down, he couldn't help but smile at the red he saw.

Clary looked up, and Jace's breath caught as it usually did, as her bright emeralds glinted at him. She smiled and moved to his side, taking his hand lightly in hers.

"How did it go?" she asked, giving him a squeeze.

"As good as it could have. Apparently they are coming with us to Idris."

"That's good." She answered softly, leaning her head on his shoulder as they walked down the corridor, away from Robert's office. "I've always wondered if the genes ran in the family." She grinned cheekily up at him.

"Don't go getting any ideas." Jace answered warningly.

"Hmm, I don't know, the British do have those undeniably sexy accents. It's a one-up against you." She grinned, laughing as Jace spun and pressed her against the nearest wall.

"Is that so?" he murmured in a fake accent.

"See? Hotter already- even if your accent sucks. " She leaned up to him, their noses almost touching "I'm going to like meeting him, but you could always remind me who's better."

"I could, couldn't I?" he grinned, before closing the space between their lips.

Clary's hands wound up behind his neck as he pulled her up. Feet leaving the floor, she wrapped them subconsciously around his waist as he pressed her further against the wall. His mouth pried hers open and his hands moved along the length of her sides-

"Get a room you two. Honestly!" Isabelle whined, stalking down the corridor.

Jace chuckled against Clary's lips as he pulled away and set her down. Blushing the shade of her hair, Clary straightened her shirt and grinned sheepishly as Isabelle grabbed her wrist.

"We need to pack. Then you can ravish him as much as your libido desires." Clary chocked, turning redder as Jace laughed.

"I'll take you up on that, Fray." He called as the redhead was dragged away.

.oOo.

Alec was the first to notice the two new figures standing next to Magnus. They walked up to the crowd together, leaving the warlock to stand near the blue-skinned one. His heart pulled painfully seeing him in his dishevelled state, knowing he caused it. Their eyes met and it felt years until Alec had to pull away.

"James Carstairs." He heard the silver-haired boy introduce himself to his mother. He turned to Alec and he was taken aback by the matching colour of his eyes. The Asian-looking Shadowhunter smiled and walked to him.

"You must be Alec." He greeted, his voice uncharacteristically gentle for a Shadowhunter.

"Yeah, how did you-"

"There were many comments about your resemblance to Will, and I must say, it is true in many aspects."

"Will?"

"William Herondale." Alec turned to see a boy with Jace's smirk, hand outstretched. It was true- the bore a resemblance in colouring, but everything else screamed Jace.

"Alec Lightwood." He said, taking his hand.

"I heard. Nice to see the Lightworms grew out of their idiocy somewhat."

"Excuse me?"

"Excuse Will- nothing but petty rivalries." Jem interjected with a smile.

"Petty rivalries-"

"William."

Alec turned away and caught Magnus' eyes. The latter tilted his head and walked behind a wall of the Institute.

"Excuse me." Alec muttered before following after him.

William Herondale. Will Herondale.

Pretty boys have always been his undoing.

Lips set in a thin line, Alec turned the corner.

"You wanted to talk to me," Magnus said, emerging from the shadows "So talk."

.oOo.

Simon stuck his hands in his pockets, trying to look as casual as possible. He also knew that his poker face was non-existent and the constipated look he had when he was worried was illustrated perfectly on his face.

After saying goodbye to Clary, he slunk away into a corner, not really wanting to join in the 'fun'. Finally noticing the two newcomers constantly throwing curious glances his way, he stood, wanting to introduce himself and know what the hell they were looking at.

"I guess this is where we say good-bye forever?"

Simon spun, seeing the most beautiful girl ever half draped in the shadows of the wall and of her hair. Swallowing, he tried to find some words.

"It's not like it's forever, right?"

"Come here." She sighed, and Simon followed gratefully, wrapping his arms tightly around her small waist.

Her hands wrapped tightly around his neck. Her heels weren't as high today, so her head fit perfectly under his chin. The pulsing of her ruby pendant served as a shared heart between them.

"Who are the two new guys who looked they have sticks shoved up their asses?"

Isabelle frowned and pulled away.

"Way to break the moment." She shifted to the side to catch both boys turning away simultaneously and proceed to look at something wondrous in the sky and on their feet. She smirked "That's Will Herondale and James Car- something. They come from the nineteenth century."

Simon opened him mouth to say something.

"No, I don't know anything about time-travel and no, Lewis, there isn't any big blue phone thing that came with it."

"It's called a-"

"I really don't care." She smiled affectionately at him, a barrier broken down as she raised a hand to smoothen the side of his hair, "Can the last things you say to me not be Sci-Fi related?"

"Izzy you're making sound like you're ready to go on a suicide mission."

"I'm not- we'll be back soon enough."

"Then what's all this about?"

"Earlier, I heard you and Clary. She said she loved you-"

"Iz, you know she doesn't mean it like that- and-"

"No, no I know. It's just-" Isabelle looked away, a hint of pink growing past the make up already there "-she says it so easily, and I-I wish I could too." She looked back at him, finally, her eyes glinting and shy.

"But you may get hurt saying it, that's why you don't."

Isabelle let out a short laugh, "I may hurt you too."

"Please, I already had this talk with Jace: you'd stomp all over my heart with your high heeled boots. I know."

"Jace spoke to you about this and you stuck around?"

"How does egotistical ass get into every conversation?"

"You brought him in- but seriously, you stuck around?"

Simon moved his hands under her arm to cup her cheek. "I would consider it an honour, Isabelle Lightwood."

Turning her head, she let their lips brush softly; her lips and skin painfully warm against his cold body.

"Take this." She murmured against his lips, and he realised her hands had been doing something- unfastening her cloak? Did she really just take of her-

Feeling something cool against his clavicle, Simon pushed away his inopportune thoughts. He felt the soft velvet of her gloves fasten something around the back of his neck, and when she pulled away, he almost pulled her back for her warmth.

His hands moved to his chest, and he felt the ruby, Isabelle's, ruby, above his unbeating heart.

"Izzy, no, this must cost a fortune-"

"It's a loan, not a gift- keep it until we meet again. The legend says it came into out family through a vampire, so it's fitting, okay?" she moved away, before pausing and turning around again "Simon?" she called, her voice soft and unsure "Just don't date anyone while I'm gone."

Turning away, she jogged towards the depleting group.

"Does this mean we're dating?" He called loudly. Stepping to the front of the Portal, she turned and winked at Simon, her hair flying around her like a dark flag. Then, the Portal swallowed her up, and she wasn't there anymore.

Simon's grin waned, but remained on his face. Jordan smirked and gave him a sarcastic thumbs-up from his wall, to which Simon responded with a bad-meaning finger gesture and tongue out at his bodyguard-slash-friend.

Noticing once more that the two boys were staring at him, he finally steeled himself and walked over.

"Simon Lewis." He extended his hand "I hear you're from the past."

"You don't seem the least bit surprised." The silver haired boy answered, with a smile, "James Carstairs, but please, call me Jem. Nice to meet you, Mr Lewis."

"Uh, Simon is fine, really." Simon answered awkwardly "And, well, six months ago I was a normal mundane and now I'm a Daylighter, so…" he scratched the back of his head, chuckling nervously "I may be a little used to the surprises, or just immune- whichever sounds better."

"And how are you able to walk in the sun. Legend states you must-"

"-Drink a Shadowhunter's blood. That's a story to ask Jace, I think." Simon answered the blue-eyed glare.

"What-"

"You're related to Jace, aren't you? That's right, Herondale." Simon realised "No wonder- he takes from you, I guess."

The Herondale gaped slightly; Simon smirked. Jem chuckled.

"Things are different in this century. We're all just trying to get along." Simon said, "I'd rather us not be enemies, Jace is insulting enough as it is."

Alec walked up to them and clapped Simon casually on the shoulder. His mouth was a thin line.

"We need to get going, now." He said "Lewis." He nodded to Simon and clapped him again, before heading off.

Simon looked to where Alec was, to see the hunched shadow of Magnus. He blinked, and the warlock was gone.

"See you around, I guess- unless they find a way to get you back in Idris. Then, nice meeting you."

"You as well Mr- Simon." Jem nodded, before taking his friend by the arm and entering the Portal together.

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