Disclaimer: All character from both The Infernal Devices and The Mortal Instruments belong to Cassandra Clare, not myself.

I wasn't completely sure if I was going to write more than the first chapter or not, but I figured why not. Hope you like it and let me know your opinion, good or bad.

Chapter 2

Zachariah, Jem, took a deep breath as he walked the streets of New York, not yet ready to go back to the Silent City. He stopped and looked up at the sky, wishing he could see the stars in the night sky, but the city lights of New York prevented that. With a sigh he continued on his way.

He had told Clarissa that the pain of losing those you love would become bearable in time, what he hadn't told her was that even after a good 140 years the pain he held for losing his parabatai and the woman he loved was still just as strong. Time had helped him cope, helped him to store his sorrow in the back of his mind where it wasn't as painful, but at the end of the day the pain was still there.

Jem stopped once again when he noticed the noise of the city had disappeared and looked around, without even knowing it he had made his way to Central Park and had wondered deep into the park where only Shadowhunters went. Feeling weary, Jem sat down and leaned against nearby tree.

He had tried to prepare himself for when he saw Tessa again; telling himself deep down inside that it would probably be unlikely. Somehow he had deluded himself with the idea that it wouldn't affect him, not after all the time that had passed. Jem had been wrong, dead wrong. Seeing Tessa again, his Tessa, had opened up old wounds that he had thought had healed long ago. And with the newly opened wounds came the memories of long ago.

Memories of the first night he saw Tessa, memories of him falling in love with her, memories of her showing interest towards him, and memories of them planning to spend the rest of his life with her. Plans that had changed drastically.

Jem shook the thoughts from his head before he unburied too many of his memories from long ago. But Tessa stayed on his mind, wonderful Tessa, who hadn't changed at all. Though of course she would appear to be young for many more years to come, as would he, for it was one of the prices of living forever

Jem sighed once more as he thought of her touch, her fingers just as tender and warm as they had been in London, and just as unsettling. Tessa's touch had warmed a part of his heart he had thought would never be warmed again. The fact that she still had such an effect on him made his heart tighten a little, for they could never be together.

Tessa had no idea how much he wished things had been different for them. How he wished that she had been born a normal human or even a Shadowhunter, or how he wished he hadn't needed the Yin Fin to survive, even though it was slowly killing him. She had no idea how much he wished they could have grown old together and had a family of their own, but fate hadn't been that kind.

Jem sat there for a long time as he tried to push all of his feelings and thoughts to the back of his mind, but no matter how hard he tried her face, her voice, her touch kept haunting him. He wished he could just ignore this ghost from his past, but deep down inside he never wanted her to leave.

Tessa sat at a table in a dark corner of the room, away from all of the others; she had her head in her hands as she stared at the candle on the table in front of her, willing the tears back. She had never thought seeing Jem would wrestle up such old emotions, emotions she thought she had buried when she realized she could never have either of the boys she loved, not really.

A shaky breath escaped as she tried to put back up the barriers she had built around her heart over 100 years ago, barriers that Jem had managed to demolish just by saying her name. Tessa continued to stare at the candlelight as she thought about how his hair had gained back its old color, a color she had never known him with. She hadn't realized how much she would miss his silver hair, or his silver eyes, which were now sown shut. Tessa was thankful that they hadn't sown his lips shut like the elder Silent Brothers; she didn't think she could handle seeing him like that, but the fact that his hair had still felt like silk on her fingers comforted her a little.

Tessa wished she had never come back to New York, but she had never thought she would see him here of all places. There were other Silent Brothers, not as many as there had been a few months ago, but still others. Fate could be so cruel sometimes.

With another shaky breath Tessa looked up as she saw a pair of legs approach her.

"Magnus," she said, surprised by how even her voice sounded.

"I'm sorry, Tessa, I didn't know he would be here." Magnus said a little apologetically. Tessa noticed his eyes were dull and didn't have their usual mischievous sparkle to them.

"It's not your fault, Magnus; it was bound to happen eventually. It wasn't like could go the rest of our never ending lives never running into each other at some point in time." Tessa said with a slight smile.

"Suppose so, huh. Never thought I'd ever see Camille again, let alone be in the same room as her, and I did. That turned out real well." Magnus sat down across from Tessa.

"So what happened?"

"With Camille?"

"No, with the Lightwood boy, the one who looks devastatingly like Will."

Magnus closed his eyes and sighed. "Camille said the same thing, about Alec looking like Will. I hadn't really thought that much about it until she mentioned it." Tessa waited for him to go on. "In fact, she's part of the reason why we broke up; she's very good at manipulating people."

"I'm sorry," Tessa said figuring she wouldn't get any more than that. "A real piece of work, isn't she?"

"That she is" Magnus said with a slight smirk.

Tessa could tell that Magnus was hurting, just like she was, and she felt bad for him. It had taken them a while to become friends but once they had both gotten over Will to the best of their ability they had bounded quite nicely and she hated to see him sad like this. She much preferred his sarcastic pain-in-the-but self.

"Why don't you try to fix things," Tessa asked, feeling bad they hadn't talk since the ball at Idris.

"I broke up with him."

"So?"

"So, why don't you go after Jem?" Magnus said, giving Tessa a meaningful look. Tessa heart clenched a little as she looked at him with the same eyes he had. They both knew very well why not.

Sorry it took so long to post this chapter and that it was kinda slow. Let me know what you think!