To make up for the five months I took to write the last chapter, I'm giving you guys a special treat for this one. I think you'll like it!

Mezzogal: Oh, but I can… =D I will!

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Sara Snow: I promise it will never happen again. Pinky promise!

I'm slightly recovered from a terrible, debilitating illness that made me feel like I was dying. Yeah, I hate colds. Although I think this one might have been a sinus infection. And then someone said that I'm sick because I gave up sugar for Lent and that I'm going to kill myself by not eating sugar for the next forty days? Uh, yeah, about that…

BY THE WAY, SOMETHING IS MAKING ME INSANE. I read this story a while ago where Will and someone who I think was an OC were eating food at a Chinese place, I think. A werewolf poisoned Will and the OC went after it and got the antidote. I can't remember what it's called and I can't find it on google so if you know it please help me! You know how I just love it when Will gets hurt =D

If there's anything you want to see at all in this story, pretty please tell me! I'll do what I can!

This chapter is going to be so extremely tiny…

Gabriel Lightwood was happy. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and there were no pesky Herondales around to annoy him. Just to spite his father, who had sent a servant to wake him up, Gabriel stayed in bed for another half hour.

When he finally got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast, Benedict was already at the dining room table. "Where were you? I've been waiting down here for almost an hour."

"I'm sorry," Gabriel said, not sorry at all. "I'm just enjoying my time while Herondale is still missing. It's nice to not have him around. He can be very provoking."

He sat down at the table and leaned back so the maid could put his plate down. It was the same as always: two sausages, two slices of buttered toast, and a deviled egg. The food in the Lightwood household had been lacking lately. They'd have to hire new kitchen staff soon or they'd be eating like peasants by the end of the month.

After breakfast, Gabriel went outside and walked through the gardens, enjoying the fresh air. He was glad that he was rid of those pesky Shadowhunters at the Institute. Jem had attacked him after he said Will had gotten tired of them and had run away. It was probably true, anyway. He was most likely enjoying himself in a pub somewhere far away from London, surrounded by alcohol and women.

A footstep in the gravel behind Gabriel surprised him and he turned to see one of the maids holding a white envelope. "I was supposed to deliver this to your father, but he's locked himself in the study again. The man who delivered it said it was urgent."

"I'll take it," Gabriel said.

She handed it to him, bowed slightly, then scurried back inside. Gabriel ripped open the top of the envelope and pulled out the letter.

And, just like that, his day was ruined.

"Tell me again, Gabriel," Benedict said, hours later. "What exactly does the letter say?"

"They found Will, but Mortmain had injected him with demon blood. He isn't addicted to it, but he's going to die in a month if they don't find a cure. They want us to help look."

"Why us? He isn't our responsibility, we don't need to help. I say they just let him die. He's in pain anyway, they should just put him out of his misery."

"Maybe we should at least try to look. If we don't find anything, then fine, let him die, but we should try."

Benedict waved his hand dismissively and turned towards the bookshelf behind the desk. "Look if you want. I could care less. Now, I have a lot of work to do, so run along now."

Gabriel scowled at his father but left the study. He wasn't a child anymore, he didn't need to be told to "run along".

Gabriel went into the library and found a book on demons. Sitting down in a chair near the window, he opened it and began to read.

He'd look. He wouldn't like it, but he'd look.

Sometimes I look at the pages open on my iPad and I think "If someone saw this, they'd think I have bone loss and kidney problems and probably cancer." Is it bad that I know what hypocalcaemia and osteoporosis and pneumothorax and pleural effusion and intracranial pressure all mean? And I don't want to be a doctor! It's all for my stories!