Clary:

Clary turned to look at Jace. He looked at her with narrow eyes, as if she had some how planed this.

"I'm not sure I'd know anything you know." He said, but sat at the piano anyway.

Clary leaned her head against Jace's knee as Jem plucked at the strings of his violin and Jace pressed the scales of the white and black keys. The music started with Jem. His violin singing low and measured, after a few moments Jace joined in. The piano music just a little lighter but just as slow and thought out as Jem's instrument. Clary didn't recognize the song but she knew she would never forget it. Clary looked up at Jace, his head was bent low over the keys, his eyes closed, curls falling into his eyes. Then she looked to Jem, his eyes were open but he had the same look of loving concentration on his face. Remember this. She told herself. She thought of how she would draw it then she got the chance. It will be a painting, she showed herself what she would do, that kinds of paints she's use. Probably water or oil, she thought. She saw the brush strokes across the canvas, creating the romantic scene in front of her -her angle Jace at the black piano, in his Victorian clothing, and Jem with his silver hair and eyes, the violin held like a lover in his hands. The music picked up in tempo, Jem's hand moving the bow quickly across its strings and Jace's fingers pressing harder and faster on the keys. Clay knew by the way the music rose and fell that the song would soon be over, she could hardly stained it. She wanted to music to go on forever and ever, to never die, to never stop. Jem pulled the bow very leisurely across one of the strings, producing a high, beautiful and sad sound as Jace's fingers danced their final dance on the keys. Clay was startled by the fact that she was not the only one who clapped. She knew Jace was startled by the way the piano made an awful noise.

"Bravo, both of you." It was Charlotte. She was standing in the doorway a loving smile on her face like the one Clary's mother would give her when she showed her her artwork. "I'm sorry to have startled you all; I heard the music from the hall and could not help myself."

Clary saw that Jem was breathing heavily, far too heavily for someone who had just been calmly playing an instrument. He must have been startled the same as herself and Jace.

Clary liked Charlotte; she was small without being fragile. She was sweet yet strong which was a strange think for a woman to be in this time period. But best of all she was a true shadowhunter and Clary couldn't help but think that if it wasn't for Charlotte… that maybe, she, Izzy and the women before them –like their mothers- would not have been allowed to be shadowhunters like Jace and Alec. Clary understood then why seeing her put a lump in her throat, Charlotte reminded Clary of her mom.

"Would you two play another? Please?" She asked, coming to take a seat beside Clary. She had something in her hand. A pad of paper and a pencil, on it was writing that Clary could not read -maybe Latin or Greek, or something alts along those lines.

"Jace? Jem?" Clary asked, she put her hand on Jace's knee.

He looked down at her and smiled. "Come sit up here, Clary." He reached for her hand and helped her up onto the bench beside him.

Jem looked at Charlotte concerned. "Are you alright on the floor, Charlotte? Should I-"

"No." She said a little too harshly.

Jem looked down, almost with a look of something close to shame. But why would he be ashamed?

"No sweetheart," she cooed, "I am fine right here, just play for me."

And play they did. It was –again- nothing that Clary could recognize but that didn't surprise her. She knew little of classical music. If she was forced to guess she would say Beethoven, but only because he was the only classical musician she knew of by name, though she'd never be able to pick out a song of his if she heard it. This song was much more up beat, like something someone would dace too. Clary could tell that Jace was having a little trouble keeping up, either he didn't know the music all that well or he was distracting himself by playing footy with her. She kicked him in the ankle, or tried too but missed. Something crashed to the floor with a bang. Clary turned with alarm to see Jem doubled over, his beautiful violin broken on the floor at his feet. Jace moved to his side as Jem started to cough uncontrollably. The hand that covered his mouth began to drip with blood.
"Jem!" Clary screamed. She tried to move to him but Charlotte grabbed a hold of her arm and said calmly in her ear.

"Get William he's in the arms room. It's the first-"

"I know where it is!" She said.

"Tell him what's happened." Charlotte pushed her away towards the door roughly.

Clary looked back at Jem, panicked. Jem, keeled over in Jace's arms, coughing up blood. Jace holding Jem close to his body; Jem's blood was already pooling the front of Jace's shirt like a frightening red dye. Jace didn't seem to notice, he didn't care. He ran his fingers through Jems hair as she had seen him do to Alec when he was hurt.
"Do something!" He yelled to Charlotte as the door closed behind Clary.

She ran as fast as she could, cursing the skirt for impairing her movements.

"Will!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, hoping her voice would reach him before her body would. "William!"

She was relieved in all measures to see Will standing outside the training room as she rounded the corner.

"It's Jem!" She yelled before he had even seen her.

He turned to her, his face ghostly pain. "Where?" He said forcefully.

"Music-" She didn't even finish, Will was running away from her, back the way she had come. Clary wasted no time turning and running after him. She grabbed the door as it swung closed, and pulled it open as Will ran from the room with Jem in his arms still coughing as violently as when Clary had left. She stood frozen, watching him bee line down the hall, disappearing into the black that carpeted the end of it. She felt as though she was falling, falling threw open air with nothing to grab on too. Jace. She turned to see Jace kneeling on the floor where he had been holding Jem, a terrified expression on his face, the whole front of his body was covered in what she new to be Jem's blood. He was -as she was- to afraid to speak.

"That just happened?" He finally whispered, he was looking down at his shirt as though he had just noticed it was stained with blood.

"I…" Charlotte trailed off and shook her head. "We will get you a new shirt. Just leave that one out for Sophie."

Before either of them could respond she hurried out the door, leaving Clary and Jace to stare after her. Clary knew that she would later draw this horrifying scene as well as the beautiful one that was here just a moment ago. Clary watched Jace pick up the violin as though it was some evil thing.

"That… in the name of Lillith… just happened?" He asked again.

Clary was shaking, Jace still hadn't looked up at her and she got the sense that he had forgotten about her. She felt as though she was about to cry.

"Jace."

He looked up at her, his eyes wide. Yup, he had forgotten she was there. He got up and crossed the room in four strides but he didn't touch her. He was breathing heavily; he was just as scared as she was. More probably, he had held Jem through it; he had his blood on his shirt. Clary couldn't think of anything alts to do, she just knew she had to move, had to do something, anything.

"Let's get you out of that shirt." She said calmly, like Charlotte had talked to her when she told her to go get William. "I'll put it in cold water before…" She shook her head. She took Jace's hand and lead him too his room on the other end of the institute.

"Have you seen anything like that before?" She asked him as she ran a wet washcloth across his chest and stomach. She had to scrub a little where Jem's blood had dried to his skin.
"No." Jace said gravely.

He didn't speak again, the scene with Jem scared him more then Clary thought anything could. This Jace reminded Clary of the one that showed up then they had first meet, after Alec was almost killed by that great demon. There was a knock at the door, reluctantly Clary moved to get it. It was Sophie. She looked as grim as they did.

"I am here to get a shirt and to give you this." She said quietly and handed Clary a crisp white shirt.

Her voice seemed to spark something in Jace.

"Is Jem alright?" He asked.

Sophie looked at him startled, "He'll be alright, sir." She answered back politely. She bowed slowly and left with Jace's bloody shirt in her hands.

"Clary," Jace's moan was muffled but his hands, "what if we did this? What if it was something we have done to the time that made Jem sick? What if this is all our fault?"

Clary couldn't answer.