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Alec lead the other boys into a large room with a winding staircase that lead to the rest if the house. At the foot of the stairs was an odd looking man with tight gray skin who stared moodily ahead as if the teenagers weren't worth his energy. Still, something about him seemed...familiar at least to Simon.

"Archer," Alec said in way of greeting as they mounted the stairs. The entire room was tastefully decorated in dark colors of red velvet and black. "He's one of her subjugates,"

Jace noted that he's parabatai said the word her with enough venom in a ravenor demon but didn't comment. "She's traveling ient she?"

His friend shrugged. "Some vampire politics, I don't know. Even in the past he's still keeping secrets."

"He's good at that," Will promised with a secretive grin that made Alec's eyes narrow. He'd kept himself from expressing how much he wanted to know about Jace's descendent. Ever since Camille had escaped the sanctuary with a few words about a mysterious boy from his past Alec had wanted to know more. And here he was right in front of him.

Still, he couldn't very well ask Will about Magnus as they went to go see them, so he'd have to wait. "I suppose,"

Finally the stopped at a door made of dark brown black wood and carved with impressions of flowers. Behind it, they could hear faint voices that sounded much too similar and shadows dancing under the wood.

"They're in here," Alec explained, pushing the door open and revealing the two warlocks inside.

The Magnus of the future had taken no time to get himself reacquainted with his old life, as it seemed. He was sitting on a dark burgundy chair with his feet propped up against a delicate looking table and across from him sat…himself.

The Magnus of the past looked a lot like his future self, though minus the access of glitter and spikes in his hair. They both wore clothes from this time too, though future Magnus' were bright blue, almost the color of Alec's eyes while present Magnus' were dark red.

Two pairs of gold green cat eyes turned to face the four Shadowhunter boys and the daylighter with a mix of amusement and intrigue.

"Ah," The Magnus' Jace and Simon did not know breathed amusedly. "So these are the boys you've been spending your time with,"

The future Magnus rolled his eyes while his boyfriend awkwardly moved next to him and sat down, his long legs dangling out in front of him on the dark carpet. "As if they could afford me,"

"What is your title again?" Magnus asked himself.

"I am the magnificent Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn." The other warlock replied.

"Brooklyn?" The past Magnus' eyes grew wide. "What the hell have I been doing there?"

"You'll love it," He promised himself. "My apartment is fabulous and there are so many more things to do, though I do visit London often."

Magnus grinned. "Still not allowed in Peru?"

The other shrugged ruefully. "They're quite strict about banishment for eternity there, I think."

"Um, hello?" Simon asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dark trousers, though he wished they were denim jeans. "As much fun as watching you talk to yourself-"

"Literally," Jace muttered.

"We still have a problem," Simon finished.

"They need to return back to their own time," Jem agreed, his wide silver eyes thoughtful. "And we were hoping that one of you could tell us why they are here and how we can get them home,"

The Magnus wearing red turned to himself with a secretive grin. "They don't know?"

"I'd completely forgotten it myself," The other Magnus replied, resting his chin in his tanned hands and turning to the four other boys who still stood awkwardly in the doorway. "The answer to how you got here is very simple,"

"What is it then?" Will asked, glaring at his great great grandson. "And how can we send them back? As quickly as possible,"

Magnus' The future one, yawned. "We don't know exactly how to send you back. But we do know how you came to this time?"

"How?" The five boys asked, because even Alec didn't know after all the time he'd spent with the Two Magnus'.

"We brought you here," The two Magnus' said in unison with secretive smiles on their identical faces.

. . .

"This is so dull," Clary sighed under her breath as a seamstress expertly tied a bright red ribbon around Isabelle's neck which still bared her red pendant. She was wearing a gown made of bright red crimson that made people turn to look at her, clinging to her slim waistline down to the hem.

"Truly," Tessa agreed watching Jessie and the seamstress chat excitedly about the lightwood girl from her seat next to Clary who sat in front of the window.

"Her black hair just sets of the red," The woman commented, clasping her long fingers in front of her. She was a few inches taller than Isabelle was with dark blond hair pulled into a tight chignon and wore a navy blue gown. "And her necklace is the perfect accessory, don't you think?"

Jessie nodded while Tessa held onto her pendant with her pale hands, her mind drifting away to places she didn't want it to go to. Will. That kiss. The attic.

I shouldn't have kissed him, Tessa thought firmly, feeling the clockwork gears bite at her skin as she gripped it tighter. I should forget anything that happened with Will. He doesn't see me as anything more then-

She didn't even want to think about how Will saw her, remembering his harsh words on top of the Institute's roof about how a Shadowhunter had no business courting warlocks, and that he barley returned any feelings with her, besides disgust. Never had Tessa been so humiliated or infuriated or, she hated to admit it, heartbroken.

There are more important things to worry about, Tessa reminded herself turning to look at Clary who was staring at the window to the busy street. She simply had to be one of Charlotte and Henry's decedents, with her bright red hair and Charlotte's small determined stature, though she was named Fairchild not Branwell which confused Tessa. Still, she should at least tell her.

"Clary," Tessa said softly and the red haired girl turned to face her. The words had just started to pass Tessa's lips when she heard an ear shattering crash and she and Clary were flung to the floor while the window they had sat in front of just moments ago exploded into a million fragments.

Okay, this is a new one; I have left two cliffhangers in one chapter. Now you will be twice as excited I guess? XP I have to admit, I LOVED rewriting for both Magnus' together in this chapter, though I got confused….a lot. Anyway! You know the drill, review, follow, favorite, whatever tell me what you think!