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Will carefully put Lucie into her bassinet. It had taken a while for her to calm down, but she was finally sleeping soundly, as was Jamie, in the cot next to her. Jamie had adamant about staying with his baby sister, warbling on in broken speech about responsibility and protection so much that Will had to let them sleep near each other.

Closing the door as quietly as he could, Will leaned against the weathered wall, breathing deeply. He closed his eyes, only to see Tessa's bloody form falling to the ground. He squeezed his eyes tighter and opened them again. All he saw now was the worn floor in front of him.

Will straightened up, walking as though possessed, until he found himself in the library. He looked up at the numerous volumes towering above his head. He trailed over to the seats in front of the fireplace. Although the fire wasn't lit,from the dwindling light outside Will could still see the book Tessa had left on the table last night. He closed his eyes again, but instead of seeing Tessa's immobile form, he saw her face, illuminated by the fire the night before.

She had been reading Oliver Twist, claiming homesickness for the books she read in her youth. Will had teased her, telling her of so many better poets that she could read instead, to which she hit him softly with the book, acting offended. They had grinned at each other for a second too long, gazing intently. Tessa had laid the book on the table separating them and had softly made her way to sit on his lap. His hands came up automatically around her, holding her tight to him. She dipped in and kissed him, softly, sweetly. Will's hands moved from her back to cup her face tenderly and smiled into the kiss.

He opened his eyes again, clutching the book to his chest, tears dripping off his cheeks, wetting the pages below. Will collapsed into the chair under him, sobbing quietly. He couldn't lose her. He didn't know how he would be able to wake up in the morning without knowing she was sleeping soundly beside him, how he would be able to look at their children again without seeing her, how he would be able to even set foot in the library or their bedroom or the attic without thinking of her. The sobs wracked through him, shaking his shoulders. The book had slid to the floor and his hands went to his head, twisting in his hair so he had something to hold onto. He sat there until he realized the slim hand on his shoulder. He stiffened, his warrior instincts not forgotten in his grief, but before he could reach for the knife in his belt, a voice in his head murmured comfortingly,

It's me, William,

Will whipped around in his seat to see Jem, luminescent in his Silent Brother robes. His breath caught in his throat, gripping the hand tightly.

"How did you get here?" he asked his former parabatai. Jem reached up to push back his low hood, revealing his slim cheeks, branded with stark black marks, and dark silver eyes.

There are secret entrances to the Silent City. I slipped out before they were sealed.

Will sighed, relieved that Jem was there, for he needed someone who would understand the degree to which he loved and needed Tessa.

"James…" he faltered, tears springing in his eyes again.

Jem hesitated, his eyes full of love and compassion.

How is she?

Will knew how much desperation lay behind his words, how worried Jem would be for Tessa. Will longed to comfort him, to tell him everything would be alright, but he choked on his consolement, harsh sobs replacing it.

"I-I don't know, Jem," he gasped out, "I was so worried when I saw the blood, but then she started s-screaming, and I couldn't do anything and I-I.." His words were encapsulated by his bawls. Jem crossed over in front of him, and held his friend in his strong, lithe arms. Will leaned into him, grateful to have someone to hold onto. As Will's cries shook them both, Jem did not let go.

I know, Will, He whispered, I know

When Will's sobs died out, he sat up, wiping his face, but Jem stayed crouched in front of him.

"What do we do?" He asked, voice hoarse, "Do you even know what kind of demon it was?"

It was an Incubus Demon, Jem replied.

"Never heard of it,"

They're very rare. They... Jem hesitated again Their poison causes the victim to faul prey to their worst nightmares. If untreated, it causes people to go mad,

Will pulled back, his face paling. So that's what Tessa was going through, her nightmares. Why she had called out for him so desperately…

He stood up, pulling Jem up with him. He stalked across the library, searching for the section that elaborately described every demon that was. He picked up a large, dusty off the shelf and threw it to Jem, who caught it easily.

"We better go quickly then, and find a cure," He said, pulling another book out for himself. He was a few pages in when Jem interrupted his thoughts.

Will, you have to be ready to do anything to find a cure. You do understand that?

His tone was apprehensive. Will smiled sadly.

"James, I think you and I both know the lengths we would go to for her," he said quietly. Jem returned his smile, nodded and opened his book.