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~Silver~

Jace walked alone down the narrow alley with his shadow stretched long before him in the twilight. He had stayed in Clary's house longer than he planned. She showed every single corner of her house until Jace knew it by heart. They had sat in the garden and talked for God-knows-how-long; but Jace didn't care about what they were talking about, he was just happy to see her, despite the fact that Clary was a completely different person now.

Worried sick and thinking hard, Jace kept on, unaware of his surroundings. Clary was messed up, and Sebastian was responsible. Knowing that and he couldn't do anything about it angered him. Sebastian couldn't be harmed or killed in any way, for he held the key to Clary's recovery, and that Clary saw him as a beloved brother. Jace scowled at the thought.

He was going to do something alright, but he hadn't figured out what, and that frustrated him.

Before he realized, Jace had arrived at the Institute door. It opened inward smoothly as Jace touched it. He stepped inside—

—and a fist connected to his jaw.

Jace stumbled back at the unexpected attack—but in an instant, he knew.

Another fist flew at Jace, followed by an angry "Son of a bitch!"

Surprisingly, Jace didn't dodge or block. The fist buried itself in Jace's stomach with inhuman strength, making him step back several steps, losing his balance. Hands grabbed his collar before he fell down the stairs and pulled him into hall. The Institute door closed as Jace was knocked to the ground by hard knuckles. Alec's cap fell onto the floor.

"Stop it, Simon!" Isabelle shouted.

Simon pulled Jace up with one hand and pushed him to the wall. "You better have a good reason why I shouldn't beat you up more," he said angrily, his fist clenched.

Jace wiped away the blood on his lips. "Well, it's normal for a boyfriend to visit his girlfriend when she's sick, isn't it?" he said, adding fuel to the flames.

Simon scowled and swung another punch at Jace, but stopped right in front of his nose. "You are such an asshole. Don't you know what could happen if Clary remembers something?"

"Well, no. But…" Jace said as-a-matter-of-factly, but Alec interrupted him.

"Jace, you're not helping. We know you want to see Clary, but you can't risk her losing some part of herself. We're all trying to find a cure, so can't you at least cooperate?"

Jace was silent.

"Come on, let's get you fixed," Isabelle said, taking out her stele.

"No, Izzy," Jace replied, but seemed unsure of the reason.

"Oh, please. Are you gonna leave that again to punish yourself? For the Angel's sake, Jace, with a bunch of injuries like that will do you no good finding the cure, or hunting Sebastian down." Isabelle insisted. "Besides, what would Clary think if she sees you like that?"

Silence again.

"Good, now—"

"Dear Shadowhunters and Daylighter, to Clary's room for a second. Thank you," Magnus's voice boomed, cutting off Isabelle's sentence.

Isabelle rolled her eyes, "Heal yourself later, Jace," she said before following Alec away. Simon glared at him and took off. Jace went last, trailing behind.

"Huh," Magnus raised his eyebrows once he saw Jace. "What happened to your pretty face? No actually, I think I know." He coughed twice. "So…you went to see Clary and Simon got pissed and beat you up pretty bad, eh? Ah…pathetic humans…"

"To the main topic, Magnus," Isabelle urged impatiently. "Why did you call us here?" All of them knew that Magnus went into Clary's room to investigate and find clues, although he rarely turned up with useful things.

"Oh, nothing. It's just because I'm too lazy to get up and walk to the main hall."

Isabelle looked like she wanted to bitch-slap him.

"But I did call you here for a reason. I heard your parents are in Idris, no?"

"So?"

"So—" Magnus started.

"Wait…" Alec cut in. He was looking out the window at the streets below. "Is that…Clary?"

The other four pairs of eyes looked out the window at the same time. A slim but familiar figure stood at the base of the Institute stairs. Clary.

"Give me a minute," Jace said, already heading for the door. But Simon held him back.

"You're not going anywhere, let alone down there with Clary," Simon hissed.

"Oh? So you want her to stand there until suddenly everything clicks and she's lost forever?" Jace asked, unable to maintain his calmness any longer, not with Clary at the brink of something unknown.

Simon glared at him. "You can't go, Jace. You'll kill her!"

Something somewhere in Jace's chest skipped once. You'll kill her. "I can't leave her there."

"I'll go," Simon suggested. Jace stared at him.

"Jace, let Simon go," Isabelle agreed.

Jace scowled. "Fine."

Simon relaxed. "Thank you," he muttered and let go of Jace, and turned to leave.

Jace took out something from his back pocket and opened its cap. The others sensed something was wrong; looking in his direction, they gasped. Simon turned around, alarmed. Jace threw the little bottle on him. The liquid inside hit home, and Simon screamed. Holy water.

Jace took off.

Clary wanted to call out to Christopher, but curiosity restrained her voice. She wanted to know where he was heading; and an adventure sounded like a lot of fun.

Christopher walked ahead of her, his long strides making it hard to keep along. He kept his eyes on the ground, as if deep in thought. But he definitely knew where he was going. Clary followed him through a maze of streets, alleys, and something narrower than that.

Christopher exited an alley and turned left. Clary quickly followed. But when she came out into the opening, Christopher was nowhere to be seen. She looked from left to right, and caught a blink of his blue cap in the middle of the people in the rush hour. Clary squeezed through the human bodies, trying to catch up to Christopher. But after a while, she lost sight of him. Clary panicked. She had no idea where she came from or which way to go back. And, just her luck, she forgot her cell phone at home. Unable to call anyone, Clary reached in her pocket, touched the cold metal piece in there, and decided to go in the rough direction Christopher probably went.

After a while, she realized that she was wondering around, blindly following her instincts. Weird thing was something at the back of her head directed her to move from left to right. A headache was building itself as she walked on. Maybe she was tired? Suddenly, she stopped.

Clary realized that she was on the street across from an abandoned cathedral. Shattered windows and faded colors basically made up the outside of the cathedral, along with doors sealed with yellow police tape. Grass grew wildly around the old church. The surrounding was all quiet.

Clary stared at the old, pathetic building. It seemed somewhat familiar. Had she been here before? The only cathedral she remembered going recently was the one where she found herself kissed by that Jonathan guy. Recalling that time, Clary blushed. Her headache grew worse. Well, that cathedral was a modern, majestic building, not like this one…right?

Her hand went to her pocket again. She took out the necklace. It was what led her to follow Christopher in the first place. But now she was lost. With a sigh, Clary rocked on her heels. What was she going to do now? Sebastian had no idea about her whereabouts.

She examined the necklace closely. It was a unique piece of art. It had two gold rings that crisscrossed each other, with a tiny pale blue cylinder-like crystal in the centre. A thin, silver chain connected to the crystal, spearing through the intersection of the two rings. Otherwise the crystal was not connected to anything else. She didn't know how it was possible to make something so complex and elegant, but as an artist, she found herself liking it.

She raised the necklace in the setting sun, admiring its beauty. Rainbow shone on her face.

"What are you doing here?"

Clary spun around, putting her hand down, and saw Christopher standing not far away. Relief washed over her. "I was looking for you," she said with a smile. "Lucky me, you found me, or else I'm lost."

"Why?" Christopher asked, bewildered.

"You left your necklace at my house," holding up the necklace, Clary walked over to where Christopher was. "It's not mine, and I have never seen Sebastian with this, so I thought you forgot it. I followed you, but then got lost around here…" She stopped and gaped at his face. "What happened to you?" She reached out a hand to touch his face.

Christopher flinched and stepped back, obviously avoiding any contact.

Clary's hand fell.

Christopher looked away.

"Well, anyway, this is yours right?" Clary held out the necklace with a smile.

Christopher took the necklace. "This is not mine." He handed it back and shook his head, "You should go home."

"But—" Clary looked up from the ground, and her eyes went wide. There was something she hadn't find out moments before. Up close, Christopher looked oddly familiar. Without his cap, she almost recognized him from somewhere, though somehow his hair was weird.

With a little gasp, the face of Jonathan flashed in front of her eyes. The image wavered, then blend in with Christopher's. They looked exactly the same, except for the hair.

Clary took a step back, and stared at him with her mouth open. "I…. Did I…. Have I… seen you before… today?"

Something flashed through Christopher's eyes, and he turned around suddenly. "No, you haven't," his voice was cold, and it sounded like it came from another person.

"I thought—" Pain hit Clary's head so hard it almost knocked her off her feet. She kneeled on the ground with her head in her hands. The necklace dropped to the ground.

"Clary?" hearing her wince, Christopher came down before her, his face blurred. "Are you alright?"

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"I…" Clary clenched her head as she struggled to speak. "…It's…it's… fine…" she stumbled to her feet with great effort, before she collapsed again.