A/N: I don't own TMI. Thank you to anyone who is supporting this story in any way, someone favorit-ed it but I deleted the e-mail so I don't know who. By the way, no offence to any fascists but I imagine the example clary would have in her head would be Hitler and he hardly went about bringing together German speakers in a friendly, co-operative manner.

Chapter Eleven

Izzy's PoV

When we reached Magnus' apartment I had had a bit more time to regain my composure but the mood was still very sombre and I found myself thinking wistfully about Simon's easy humour. But no, I couldn't think about that now- I had a brother and Parabiti-to-be to find. The apartment was cosy but resembled my bedroom in its disarray, warm wooden chairs littered with stylish silk throws and soft goose feather pillows along with a rather disturbing pair of CK boxers...
"Ok," Tessa started throwing herself down on to one of the navy blue plush armchairs. I imagined the fluff inside was itching to burst out with the force applied in the action. "We have two… members…missing under suspicious circumstances, three AWOL and the rest of you really need a good nights sleep. I'm open to suggestion."
I recognised that superior laugh "Who put you in charge, Lady Grey?" asked my brother, forever calling people names and taking orders from one person- himself.
She turned her steely eyes on him, mouth set half between an unforgiving line and an amused half smile "I am goodness knows how many years old, you are 17, 18? Correct?" His eyes narrowed "I have spent a good deal of those years traipsing all over the world tracking, outwitting and capturing hardened criminals through deception and frugal use of Park- au. You spent over half the years of your life chasing demons down alleyways and studying herbs. Correct? "
His mouth turned down in to a half smirk "Mostly the demons. Are you finished yet?"
"Nearly. " This time it was Tessa's time to smirk "But you're not a Commander in three armies are you?"
"I wouldn't." said Magnus, observing Jace's hand twitch "I tried once- I ended up suspended by my breeches from a Parisian hotel balcony."
I let out the laugh I had been holding in.
"Oh, shut up!"

Clary's PoV

I was glad and a little surprised that Alec got my hints. It made things a lot easier. A short while after our conversation, the cell door burst open revealing a high and mighty Sebastian holding a plate of stale bread and water, flanked by two turned Shadowhunters. One, the blond haired and wiry woman, held out a couple of spoons.
Despite the fluttering of my heart, I decided to play it difficult "Spoons? Do you know what different types of cutlery are used for? Or are you trying to insinuate something?"
Alec looked confused by the last remark. Obviously not used to mundane slang then. Sebastian just stared at me then said slowly "I am not here to play games with you Clarissa. At least not that kind of game."
I glanced to Alec, who was covertly looking at the still exposed corridor. I think this partnership will work. Swallowing back bile I reply, with just the right hint of playfulness and uncertainty, "What sort of games do you want to play then?"
I have the satisfaction of seeing his eyebrows shoot up before he says smoothly "Oh, wouldn't you like to know?"
"OK!" Alec interrupts loudly, slightly red for a number of reasons I can guess "What are you doing here?"
Sebastian turned to my cellmate with loathing, looking past his nose. "I don't answer to… those like you."
Alec's face contorted in to a mixture of blazing anger, hate and hurt. I leapt up, finally losing my patience with it. I didn't care that it may've blown the whole plan out of the water, washed us up on a rock even further out than the one we were already on, I let the tide flow "What makes Alec different to you then? Apart from the obvious that you are evil and he isn't? Hmm? What the hell gives you the right to treat him like that? Well come on then, say it!"
He turns his face to me, a faint look of disappointment plastered on it "He is unnatural. It is not normal."
I laugh. "You're not normal! And you still haven't answered my question! What makes you treat him like a piece of crap?"
It raises its eyebrow, the disbelief mingling with irritation. "He is tainting the shadow hunter blood by laying the same sex. He is gay!"
Alec growls and I'm screaming by now "You are a fascist homophobic dick!"

As soon as the words are out of my mouth I feel a force on my trachea. My demonic, messed up brother's hand holding my throat to the wall.
"Never compare me to a foolish mundane who couldn't even keep a small section of his people in line!" He spat, his saliva spraying my neck and stinging slightly. Suddenly, his head whipped to the side, a spray of blood erupting from the crack in his skull.
"For insulting me and the rest of the gay population." Snarled Alec, I kicked Sebastian while he was down and he grabbed on to my leg, yanking my south. I stopped mid fall as Sebastian's cronies finally snapped in to action, both having to pin down my flailing arms.
Alec brought his foot down forcefully on Sebastian's stomach, grunting "For attacking me and my friend."
I felt oddly touched- I assumed he wasn't talking about mug number two, who's oafish hand were clamped on my right leg and arm.
"Idiots," I sighed as I fell backwards "You're meant to do it this way." I finished as I pushed up to a stand and kicked the pair in the back., sending them sprawling.

Jace's PoV

It turned out none of us had any ideas anyway or the information Tessa needed so we decided to go to sleep. Izzy had claimed the spare bedroom; Magnus moped off in to his and Miss. Money- whatever-it-was-from-that-film-someone-made-me-wat ch-once had slouched off in to the night. Maybe she was going to do some frugal gymnastics. So, as seemed to be the constant now, I was left surrounded by other people and completely and utterly alone.

Just as I was drifting off in to a light doze on the sofa, a grainy picture began to form in my mind. At first I was standing in a black void, surrounded by nothing but somehow floating. Then, slowly, a rectangular screen appeared, flickering with snow. After that, images started to appear- images of plight and pain, things like Hiroshima, Pompeii, the raids of the Circle, starvation, the Holocaust. Also things I'd never heard of and will forget like the Time Wars, the Earth blowing up along with all civilisation but two Mundanes, the Death Eater's reign of terror.

Then it settles on one image, an image of a girl and a boy. The picture clears and I can identify them. I know them. My heart skips as I recognise the redheaded girl in the centre of the picture and I long for her- for Clary. Then my body fills with relief as I realise that she is OK and Alec is too. My relief turns to apprehension and pride as she rips out at the demon boy, standing up for Alec, and accuses him of being homophobic. Then I gulp as Sebastian presses her up against the wall, but the knot in my throat is eased as my brother comes to the rescue. They fight Sebastian and his cohorts- disgraced Shadowhunters- and I smile because they are winning. And then they're not. And then Clary is captured. Sebastian is crazy. He brings out a knife. It is made from demonic metal, from Lilith. He stabs Clary. I go cold. She can't be healed. She is dying. I want so desperately to help. So desperately but I'm so cold. She and Alec are alone. Alec lowers her to the floor. He is biting back tears. I am sub-zero.

But then I begin to warm, heat, glow, boil, soon I'm radiant in white heat and through the pure misty haze I see that she is glowing too. Clary is writhing on the floor and all at once I can feel her and Alec's fear and hope and confusion but I somehow know it's all alright because she is healing and I am, somehow, doing it.

I wake up feeling glad- confused, yes, but so, so glad.