Here we go! Sorry if you all hate me, I just had to do it. Here is a sort of resolution to the last problem, but it creates a new problem as well. Again, no hating.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these bros.

Not Five Minutes Later

Will came barreling into the kitchen, which was the last place he knew Jem had been. He was there, on the floor, lying horribly still. He was pale, so pale, and Clary was hunched over him, sobbing her heart out. She looked up when he came in.

"Will! Will, help him, I don't know what to do–"

"You should have come and found me, it could be too late!" he yelled, hastening to Jem's side.

"He didn't want me to leave him!"

"And I'm sure he doesn't want me to save him, but that's what I'm doing, isn't it?" He curled his hand into a fist and pounded Jem's chest, once, twice, three times. Still his heart remained still.

Clary gasped as a sudden image flared in her mind: an intricate circle of curling vines. She frantically searched her person for a stele, but she did not have one. Will had one in his belt, she saw, and she grabbed it.

"What are you doing?" he screamed, but she ignored him and traced the rune right over Jem's unbeating heart. Come on, come on, come on, she thought desperately, needing it to work, needing him to be all right–

Jem gave a great shuddering gasp, and Will felt a wonderfully strong rhythm begin under his palm. "Jem! You– you're– I– Oh, Jem," was all he could say as he threw his arms around the barely conscious boy. He let out a sob; he had never been so close to losing Jem as he had at that moment, and he mentally couldn't handle it. He forgot that Clary was there, that they were in a kitchen, that they were across the sea in an unfamiliar Institute in a different time period– there was just Will and Jem, together, tears on both of their faces.

Clary turned away, feeling the moment should be private between the parabatai. It was strange to her, the relationship they had: brothers but not brothers, something closer.

"You thought I was going to die," she heard Jem whisper.

"No," Will replied forcibly. "Because if you die, I die. Our souls are knit. We are one person, James."

"One person in two bodies."

Yes, Clary thought. That's it. One person in two bodies. That would be it. It still bemused her, because she had never seen Jace and Alec act that way toward each other. Perhaps it was because they never worried nearly as much about each other. Perhaps it was the look on Will's face when he saw Jem's body, like all of his very worst fears had just been realized.

"Well, if you two're done hugging and crying, should we tell everyone else what's going on?" she asked. Both boys' head snapped toward her.

"Clary! Will told me… you saved me. I would be dead– well, still dead– if not for you. I can't ever thank you enough. How did you do it, by the way? I've heard you have power over runes… what was the one you put on me?"

"I just made it up," she admitted. "It means 'to bring back from the brink of death.'"

"But I was already dead."

"I guess you weren't dead enough," Will shrugged, still looking hopelessly relived. "Come, then, let's go. Jem–" He helped Jem to his feet and supported him as they headed to the middle of things– the library.

Tessa sat and worried in the library. She worried for Jem, of course, but strangely enough she worried more for Will. She knew how much it would destroy him if anything happened to Jem. They were one person, and splitting them apart… She didn't think Will could handle it. She thought might die himself.

She thought of Will, how he looked when he yelled at Jace to get out of the way. She thought of how his cheekbones were flushed red with passion, how his eyes blazed with blue flames, how his dark locks fell over his forehead just so.

She looked over at Jace, sitting in the window, his hair a brilliant halo of molten gold. His eyes shone like a lion's. He seemed unconcerned about the fate of Will and Jem, though why shouldn't he? He had punched Jem and didn't much care for his ancestor Will, either.

"Jace," she called softly. He whirled in her direction, a smile playing about his lips.

"Yes, Tessa?"

"I–" She bit her lip. "Could you help me– find Will and Jem?"

"I can't imagine anyone wanting to find Will, but if you're so desperate to find your Jem, I'll help."

Tessa felt her temper flare. "Should I not care for him? He was the only one to be kind to me when I went to London. I love him." As soon as the words were out of her mouth she regretted them. She did love Jem, but she didn't quite know in what way she loved him. The look on Jace's face made up her mind; there was to be no more talk of loving Jem while he was around.

"Oh, Jace, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that, it's just–"

"No, it's fine. You love him. Great. Let's go find him so you can tell him, eh?"

She got angry again. Aunt Harriet would be ashamed. "Jace Herondale, you stop that! Jem is a good friend of mine, and it would sadden me deeply to see him hurt? Have you no friends? Do you not realize what this means? I love him, yes, but it's entirely possible to love more than one person at a time! Now, if you'll kindly assist me, I should like to find Jem and see if he is quite all right!"

Jace looked mildly impressed at her outburst. "By all means, let's go." They hastened into the hall, where by chance they ran into Will, Jem and Clary.

"Jem! You're all right!" Tessa cried, moving to throw her arms around him, but then she looked at how frail he looked and hesitated. He shot her a small smile, as though to say "later" so she hugged Will instead. He looked shocked.

"Tess," he murmured. "Why are you–"

"You saved Jem. Besides, you're the same person anyway. What is done to you is done to the other. I can't hug Jem, so I'll settle for you.

"Settle? All I am is settled for?" He sighed. "I didn't save Jem. That was Clary. But I appreciate the gesture nonetheless.

"You'll probably appreciate this one more," she whispered, kissing him on the cheek. The imprint of her lips seemed to burn on his face.

"I– I don't quite know what to do," he told her quietly. "We need to get Jem settled down before anything else."

How odd, Tessa thought. I was ready to kill him this morning, but now… I look at him, and I just want to hold him and never let go. I don't know where that came from. Do I… love him? No, no, I love Jem and Jace. Will does not factor in. Even so, her gaze lingered on his mouth for much longer than was proper and her thoughts never strayed from the look on his face when she kissed him.

By the way, I got the idea for Clary's rune from the Resurrection Stone in Harry Potter 7. I can't take credit.