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When it came time to portal back to LA, Will and Jem decided to stay in New York a little while longer. Their fastest and most reliable source of information on the investigation was Magnus Bane, and they didn't want to be too far away from them. Also, Jem figured Will would appreciate the chance to see that Jace, despite his disbelief in demon pox, was one of the best shadowhunters in modern time and shared the fear of ducks. Emma and Jules needed to get back to LA to make sure that Mark didn't burn the place down on accident.

At the moment, Jem was dozing in a chair in the library. He had been talking with Will for several hours, reminiscing about their time as children in London, when the sunlight coming through the window along with the tea had lulled him into sleep. Will, knowing Jem had been up for most of the night worrying about Tessa, left him to sleep and decided to explore this modern institute and it's strange technology. There was so much that he had never seen before. Electric stoves, lamps that turned on when you touched the base, a little device that could hold millions of books in one thin little screen, it was all so much. And the way these new shadowhunters did things. Working with downworlders the way they did, one of them was even dating a downworlder! But then again, it was a Lightwood. Will figured it must be a family thing. Demons, downworlders, somehow the Lightwoods managed to have relationships with both. What a strange time. Even stranger to Will was it was a male warlock with a male shadowhunter. Now, Will didn't find anything necessarily wrong with this, but it had been very looked down upon when he was younger. To be gay was to be satan's spawn in his time. Now it seemed people didn't care as much. There were a lot of controversial things that were accepted now that had been considered horrific in his time.

Then there was his descendant. Will hadn't seen Jace since yesterday, though apparently it was because the boy was sick. However, as Will walked by the one of the many rooms, he spotted Jace standing there with a scrawny boy with brown hair and glasses. Curious as to who this new person was, Will approached. The boy with brown hair had only a few runes, which lead Will to believe that either he was too weak to hold many runes or he was recently ascended. The boy spotted Will before Jace did and made a questioning face.

"Who are you?" He asked. Jace turned around and grinned, a spark of mischief in his eyes.

"Simon, that's Will. Robert's little brother? The one who actually fathered Alec and Isabelle." Jace said, rolling his eyes as if it was obvious.

"Robert doesn't have a little brother." Simon looked confused.

"Of course he does. I'm the little brother." Will decided to play along. One could not simply pass up the chance to cause mischief.

"But then why do Alec and Isabelle call Robert their dad?" Simon challenged.

Will rolled his eyes this time. "Because, I had been in exile when I fathered them. Lake Lyn, ever heard of it? Apparently it's illegal to do certains things near the water, if you know what I mean. Even worse when they catch you doing that there multiple times. So they kicked me out of Irdis, and it has only been recently after I offered up valuable information to the Clave that they welcomed me. And so, since I was welcomed back, I decided to come to New York to meet my children and show them that their real father isn't as obnoxious as their uncle."

"That's why the marriage fell apart. Robert never truly loved her, but had to cover for his brother." Jace concluded.

Simon looked more confused than he had since starting this whole process of becoming a shadowhunter. "But you're British-"

"The Lightwood family originally came from England. I went back there after being exiled." Will shrugged.

"Do Alec and Isabelle know yet?" Simon asked. "And what about Max? Was he yours too?"

"Of course they know." Jace scoffed, then broke into a coughing fit. Once he got over it he continued. "Max really was Robert's son. They figured they might as well try to make it seem like they actually loved each other and what better way than having a kid?"

Simon narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Then why hasn't Isabelle told me about you yet?" He challenged.

"Because maybe she isn't sure how to respond to it yet?" Jace rolled his eyes. "It's not everyday you find out the guy you thought was your father isn't actually your father."

That was ironic, coming from Jace Lightwood/Wayland/Morgenstern/Herondale. It may not have been every day that Jace found out his father wasn't actually his father, but it had happened 3 times. More than the average kid with daddy-issues.

"But I'm her boyfriend-"

"Boyfriend!" Will cut him off right there. "Well, I'm sure brother-dearest has gone on to threaten you about what will happen if you hurt her, but I'm going to do it again!"

And so Will went off on a rant, the same rant he gave every man who his daughter Lucy had once brought home. The same one he had given his own son too, though his son had gotten a slightly different version but basically the same meaning. Will was pretty sure he was making Simon doubt his choice of words. Jace seemed to think this whole thing was great. What better way to bond with your ancestor than trick someone into believe something that isn't true? It was pure gold!

"Now, if you'll excuse me I must go push James off the rafters in the training room." Will finished, before turning on his heel and marching away dramatically. He was sure that Jem was actually still sleeping in the library, but he decided he should get away before Simon caught on to the lie. That would ruin it.

In the Library…

Jem was not still sleeping. He had woken up not long after Will had left, as if the feeling of his parabatai leaving the room had beens stronger than the will to stay asleep. He could tell however that where ever Will was, he wasn't in danger and despite Will's do-now-think-later personality, Jem knew he wasn't dumb enough to leave the Institute alone in this city in this time period. That would not end well. So he stayed in the library, enjoying the warmth of the sun on his skin. Even after being mortal again for as long as he has, he still found the touch of the sun of wonderful feeling. As a Silent Brother, he had not been given the chance to really appreciate it. Now however, he could feel the warmth as well as he when he was young in London with Will or growing up in Shanghai with his parents.

In his quiet peacefulness however, he could hear someone else come in the room. Looking up, he saw Alec walk into the room. Even still the resemblance between Alec and Will shocked Jem. So many generations between Cecily and Gabriel, and yet her genes still came up as boldly as ever. Alec seemed to have been looking for Jem, for he sped up when he spotted him and sat across from him on the couch.

"I want to talk to you about Jace." He stated without a greeting.

"You know him better than I do." Jem pointed out. What could he possibly tell Alec about his own parabatai?

"Well, it's kind of more about Will. And Jace. Herondales in general, I guess." Alec corrected himself. "Jace didn't know he was a Herondale until recently. But he mentioned last night that when you talked to you after the Heavenly fire thing, that you said you should've known. But how? He's wondered about it but he won't ask because he's Jace. But I figured I'd ask for him."

Jem smiled. "Herondales are….unique to say the least. How would you describe Jace?"

"Crazy." Alec answered instantly. "Over confident and a little cocky. Sometimes he's downright infuriating. He has a dramatic flair and he knows exactly how good he looks and how to use to his advantage. He always has something witty to say, can never sit still, and is more loyal than anyone I've ever met."

"And you just described Will as well. I won't go into the whole story, as thats not my story to tell, but when I first met Will, he was trying his very hardest to make me dislike him. When I told him I needed a sparring partner he said, and I quote, 'But I need someone who can keep up with me, not some sickly creature that looks as if he's doddering off to the grave. Although I suppose you might be useful for target practice.'." Jem chuckled a little at the memory. "He was right, of course. I was dying, and I looked like it. But I showed him how to throw a knife and he made the exception for me. Everyone else...he thought everyone who loved him would die because he believed he was cursed. But since I was already dying, he thought that maybe the curse wouldn't work on me."

"To love is to destroy. Jace used to say that a lot." Alec could remember the first time he heard Jace say it, when they only boys and had just met. It had been the first time Alec had seen Jace unsure of something.

"But no family has loved as wholly as the Herondales. For all Will's claiming of going to brothels and drinking himself into oblivion, he was the most loyal parabatai I could've hoped for. Persistent too, the bastard. I was there when his children were born and when his children's children were born. I watched the Herondales for generations, and they all loved so purely, and so many of them tried to carry the weight of the world on their shoulders. And for whatever reason, Will's fear of ducks was passed on. When Stephen died, I thought that was it. The Herondales were gone forever. But I should've known it wouldn't be that easy to rid the world of them. They're like some weed that grows on the surface of the earth and everyone who comes into contact with them is never the same again."

Alec snorted. "At least Jace isn't the only one afraid of ducks then."

It was at that moment that Will and Jace and had made their way into the library.

"Ducks? What about the little devils?" Will asked, looking from Jem to Alec as if he thought they were plotting something.

"We were discussing how all your descendants inherited your irrational fear of ducks." Jem stated, "And I was plotting on finding a duck onesie for you."

"It is a perfectly rational fear of ducks, and what the bloody hell is a onesie?" Will threw himself down besides Jem.

"It's a one-piece pajama that covers your feet. Some of them even have hoods."

"I will sleep naked before I sleep in a duck. It's not like I haven't done it before."

"I can't see the rationality about fearing ducks." Alec interrupted.

"Then let me explain it to you." Will started dramatically. "When I was a young lad, there were ducks living outside in the pond by my house. I would go out and feed them, as any boy my age would. But then, one fateful day, I did not have enough bread for all of them. And one duck, a nasty beast, made it his life's goal to kill me. He would wait outside for me to come out, and then he would bite me. I was a prisoner in my own house!" Will threw the back of his hand against his forehead as if this was the most tragic and dramatic story in the world. "And then, a few years later after I managed to get away from that duck, Jem and I were in Hyde park in London. We had poultry pies, and I told James to feed it to the ducks to see if they would eat it. I thought maybe we could breed an army of cannibal ducks. And those creatures...those horrible birds….ate the poultry pie. What sick creature eats it's own kind?!"

"Several tribes of people practice cannibalism, Will." Jem, ever the voice of reason, informed him.

"Sick creatures! You can eat the flesh of other species, but not the flesh of your own!" Will declared. "Anyway, I made sure my children and my grandchildren knew that ducks were not to be trusted. I had thought I had companionship with the those ducks outside my house, and they turned on me when I ran out of bread. And they eat other birds. It's twisted."

"Snakes eat other snakes. Pigs will eat other pigs if you let. And chickens will eat chicken-"

"Jem, I will barf all over you. Stop." Will glared at him and Jem grinned.

"Jace!" A woman's voice yelled from somewhere outside the room. Jace winced.

"What did you do?" Alec looked at Jace suspiciously.

"May have told Simon that Will was your real father. We had a whole story made up and everything. It was great." Jace shrugged. "Guess he mentioned it to Clary."

Right on cue, Clary came into the room, glaring at Jace. "Why would you lie to Simon about who Will was?"

"I didn't feel like explaining the whole story, because his tiny brain wouldn't be able to handle it. So I improvised."

"That's not improvising!"

"Sure it is. I think it we made it quite believable." Will nodded.

"You took part in this too?" Jem groaned. Of course Will would do something like that. Why would he even think for a minute that his parabatai would be innocent of such a thing? These were the Herondales they were talking about.

Meanwhile in Chinatown…

The pack had been lounging around lazily, as it was always quiet at this awkward time of the afternoon. Too late for lunch, too early for dinner, there were rarely any orders to fill and so the pack had very little to do. Most took this as a time to rest, take a nap, maybe make themselves a little something to eat. Regardless of what they were doing, not a single one had expected the attack that came. . Luke had been visiting the pack at the time. He would be lying to say he didn't miss leading them, but he would never attack Maia and honestly, he didn't want the whole responsibility of running the pack again.

It came from out of nowhere. Faeries seem to melt from the shadows, lunging at the wolves with the silent grace and soulless killing that gave the Fair Folk their fear-inspiring reputation among older cultures. Luke felt himself changing before he could even think about it. It was close to the full moon, so of course the pull was stronger. Being attacked only made it harder to resist, kind of like how a vampire's fangs will come out whenever they fight. Luke sang his own fangs into a faerie's arm, pulling her away from the wolf she was attacking. Another faerie turned towards Luke and shot an arrow at him, the silver point grazing his muzzle. He shook his head, but didn't let go and ended up ripping a piece of flesh from the faerie's arm. He lunged for her again, but this time was yanked back by the tail. As he turned to go after the one who held it, another faerie grabbed his ears and soon he was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of them. They were all over him.

Luke was pushed to the ground. He could feel sharp claws digging into him, feel the burn of silver. He could only watch as part of his former pack was slaughtered right in front of him, and there was nothing he could do. He fought as hard as he could to escape the fey, but it was no use. They pulled a sheet of silver over his face and tied it behind his head, and it burned. He yelped and tried to get it off, but there were too many on him and something was preventing him from changing back. He was stuck in his wolf form for now, and a piece of silver was tied to his face.

A bell like laughter filled the room and a song began to sing, and the faeries disappeared as quickly as they came. And with their disappearing, came total blackness.