I forgot to do a disclaimer on the last chapter so sorry for that, I didn't own The Mortal Instruments or the Infernal Devices then and I still do not own them or any of the characters in them now.

Magnus had to admit, he was starting to like this new city. After having a proper look around, he realized it was fundamentally the same as at home. The fast objects (he asked someone, they were called 'Ford's) were like faster versions of carriages, the roads, and the houses were basically the same, though made out of things Magnus didn't know.

Right now he was standing outside some clothing store waiting for Will and Tessa to emerge, they'd been in there for ages but he though that was partially due to Tessa refusing to wear anything that showed her arms or legs and Will refusing to leave her in there to fend off the pushy marketers that kept trying to make them buy things. He'd summoned up a couple hundred dollars (that, he was able to do) though he had got a strange look when he asked what the currency was.

He, himself, had settled for these black pants made out of the strangest fabric that basically cut off the bloodstream in his legs and a t-shirt that wasn't really any one color, it appeared sort of silver but when he moved it went kind of rainbow. It was genius. The sleeves also stopped a third of the way up his arm which was weird.

One thing he especially liked was how his ethnicity did not set him apart from the people here, unlike in England where he stood out, here there were people of every race and no one seemed to care.

He was still bothered by the fact that he didn't really know where he was, and he was looking forward to the smug satisfaction of being able to tell Will Herondale what was what.

Not wanting to talk to anyone again, he settled for buying a newspaper from a little shop nearby. The first thing that shocked him were the words 'New York Times' printed across the top of the page in big black letters. Surely this place couldn't be New York? If it was then- surely not? New York couldn't have changed this much since his last visit though Magnus really hoped it had because the alternative was so much worse. Berating himself for being scared, he dragged his gaze to the smaller writing beneath the main title.

What he saw scared him more than he'd expected.

'NEW YORK, TUESDAY, JUNE 9th, 2009.'

No, how was this possible? He was Magnus Bane, the Magnus Bane. How could he have messed this up so badly? It was just a simple portal, practically child's play compared to the spells he'd conducted before. Wow, this would bring his reputation right down.

He understood how they'd landed in New York, he'd been stupid enough to let his thoughts get involved. But how in holy hell had he landed them 131 years in the future? And how in holy hell was he going to tell Will and Tessa?

Hadn't he heard somewhere that the best way to tell bad news was just to say it as fast as you can, no holding back. Once the facts are in the open it's out of your control, you no longer control how the river flows. Maybe if he was really nice they would refrain from murdering him. Then again, he could probably find a way to blame this on them somehow, in fact, if it weren't for them he would be at home, in 1874, normality fully intact.

"Magnus?" A voice from behind him. Tessa and Will were in the shop in front of him. A thousand profanities raced through his head. Not wanting to jump to conclusions he made a mental list of everything that could be happening right now.

1. There was someone else called Magnus in his general proximity.

2. Tessa and/or Will had somehow appeared behind him and wanted to talk.

3. (Oh please let it not be 3.) Someone from his future had mistaken him for his future self.

If number 3 was the right option things were seriously going to get complicated. He braced himself and turned around.

Thank every god forsaken demon in hell. It was number 2.

He wasn't totally sure how Will had managed to appear 10 or so feet behind him without him seeing, but he didn't really care about the details right now. Later he would kick himself for not realizing how this boy's hair was messier than Will's and hung in his face in a really unflattering manner, or how the voice he heard was softer and more casual than his lookalike's.

"Will?"

"Ha. Funny. I'd have murdered you for that joke two years ago."

Mission abort. Mission abort. It seemed option number 3 it was then. How did he play this one out? Hopefully future him wasn't that different to now-him or they would have some serious problems.

"It is a good thing it is not 2 years ago then."

Not-Will was walking towards him and Magnus totally had no idea what to do. Maybe he could fake amnesia? Though then this person might tell him too much about his future, Magnus didn't want any spoilers. The best thing he could do would be to try and end the conversation as quickly as possible. Not-Will - he really needed to figure out this guy's name - had nearly reached him now and up close he was a lot more different to Will than he had first thought. This person had a softer face and a more relaxed posture with much less confidence but in a good way, where Will came off as arrogant and obnoxious the first impression Magnus had of this figure was humble selflessness.

Not-Will paused mid-step, he looked worried and... was he slightly scared?

"You're out in public, and there is no glitter or make-up. Also, no offense but your clothes are relatively low key. Do you feel okay?"

He didn't know what glitter was but make-up he knew, it seemed future him still had immaculate taste when it came to appearances. As for his clothes he felt an unfair annoyance towards this oh so mysterious Not-Will person, Magnus had just been ripped from his home and his time and dumped here with no clue where or when he was, he'd had to fend for himself a whole 30 minutes in this strange new world and here came this irritatingly attractive stranger from his future criticizing his clothing. Of course, he couldn't blame NW for any of this, but it was nice to have someone to be annoyed with.

"I uh, ran out." He knew he'd have to come up with a feasible excuse for this whole situation, but he happily postponed that until later when he had some time to gather his thoughts.

"Hey, I'm not complaining. You look great either way." Something about they way this boy spoke gave Magnus the impression that his future self and this person were close though Magnus couldn't quite understand how a Shadowhunter - the voyance rune on the back of this boy's right hand told him that - and a warlock like himself could ever be this friendly.

He was trying to find a way to detach himself from this whole situation when the boy smiled. It reached every corner of his face, lighting up his dark blue eyes and bringing a little color to his ivory skin. It made Magnus pause, all thoughts of leaving gone.

The Shadowhunter surprised the warlock again by slipping his hand into Magnus's and intertwining their fingers. He allowed himself a small smile, perhaps this place wasn't so bad.

Thanks for reading and reviewing, sorry this chapter took a little while to come I wasn't really sure where I was taking the story, I have the whole plot thought out but I haven't mastered the specifics yet, so sorry about that. :)