Here you go, Will's POV, at least for a chapter. Sorry this isn't longer, but I didn't quite know what to write... I know what's next, and man, is it GOOD. ;) Anyway, REVIEW!

Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, Cassie Clare owns all. All I know is, my friend BETTER give CoFA back soon, 'cause I got to reread it.

Chapter: Will

Will headed down the Institute stairs, Jem close behind. Of course, his lie would be blown apart in a few moments, but as long as it got Jem out of that room, he didn't care. He should have felt bad that he was pulling his friend out of a situation that was pleasing him, but Will's conscience didn't seem to be doing its job very well. That was assuming, of course, that Will had a conscience at all; it was entirely possible that Jem was Will's only force of guidance.

They came to the library and entered. Charlotte was at her desk in the corner, doing paperwork, though she looked up when the boys came in. "Hello Will, Jem."

Jem stepped up to her desk. "Hello, Charlotte. You wanted to see me?"

Charlotte furrowed her brow. "Er… No… Why would you think I wanted to see you? Not that I'm displeased to see you, of course, but I never requested you particularly."

Jem shook his head disbelievingly. "But Will said–" He stopped, turning around; Will could see the exasperated expression on his face. "Really, Will?"

"Really."

"You lied to me."

"I don't know why that surprises you."

Jem put a hand to his forehead and sighed. "Then who wanted me down here?"

Will shrugged. "I did." He didn't tell Jem why. I can't tell you that I didn't want you in the room with Belle… alone… with only the Angel knowing what you were doing. I didn't want to know you were in there kissing her, because you can kiss her, and I can't. I didn't want you having something I couldn't, no matter how happy it might have made you. Of course he couldn't explain any of that, at least not while sober, so he just kept quiet.

Jem just turned away. "Sorry for bothering you, Charlotte."

"You didn't bother me," she insisted, but Jem strode out of the room. He didn't look angry exactly, but he didn't look pleased either. Will nodded a goodbye to Charlotte and followed Jem out; he didn't want to have his closest friend– really his only friend– ticked off.

He expected to have to follow Jem up to his room, but he found that the boy was still stopped in the front hall, though he wasn't alone. Rather, Jem was talking to two of the Lightwoods.

"Gideon, Gabriel, simply lovely to see you again. It's been a long time, since the Christmas party, right?" Muscular blonde Gideon looked nothing like slender, dark-haired Gabriel, but at that moment, they had the exact same look in their green eyes: a mixture of fiery loathing and ice-cold contempt.

"Will, must you?" Jem asked, irritated. "They say sarcasm is the last resort for the emotionally bankrupt."

"It's true. I use my rapier wit to hide my inner pain."

"Really? I thought you buried your pain with drugs, alcohol and sex," Gabriel mocked.

"Only occasionally. Like, for instance, last year's Christmas party when your sister–"

Gideon stepped forward menacingly. "Don't you dare talk about Elizabeth like–"

Will matched his pose. "Like what? Like the whore that she was?"

Gideon raised a fist, as though to punch Will, but the two boys came face-to-face with the blade of a dagger. They ducked away, alarmed; Jem had drawn the knife and put it between them to reduce the likelihood that one would kill the other.

"Jem, we aren't really going to hurt each other," Will said carefully, slightly perturbed at the no-nonsense look on his face.

"Swear on it," Jem said firmly; he wasn't putting up with anything.

"I– I swear not to hurt him. For now," Will promised, and Gideon grudgingly agreed.

Gabriel held up his hands. "I've done nothing wrong, just so you know."

Will snorted. "Just the perfect little angel, aren't we?"

"Don't know why you say 'we', you're hardly innocent."

"And proud of it. Can you say the same?"

Gabriel opened his mouth to reply, but Jem cut him off. "May I ask why you two are here?"

"Training," Gideon answered, and Will noticed for the first time that both Lightwoods were in the typical training clothes– t-shirts and loose pants.

"Then you should get to training," Will replied.

Gideon gritted his teeth and nodded, though even that small gesture seemed to pain him. He turned to leave, but seemed to reconsider at the last moment. "By the way, James, Herondale might call my sister a whore, but has he told you the same?"

"Told me the same about… your sister?" he asked, drawing a blank.

"I mean, has he told you that the girl you're involved with is a whore?"

Jem choked. "Belle? First of all, no, she isn't, and second, why would Will know?"

"Well, perhaps he wouldn't. Not yet, anyway. And as for her being, as you see it, innocent… hasn't she told you?"

"Spit it out, Lightwood," Will growled. He was angry that Gideon would call Belle a slut, for one, and to imply that she had slept with him was infuriating. He tried not to think that it was because he was angry that he hadn't had a chance to sleep with Belle.

Gideon smiled sickeningly. "Well, didn't you know that she had sex with my brother?"

Will could feel himself dive forward and reach for Gideon, but he couldn't seem to stop it. Nor did he want to, at that point, and it was only Jem intervening that kept Will from killing his fellow Shadowhunter.

"If you don't believe him, just ask her," Gabriel said quietly. He didn't sound as though he was upset about it, nor did he seem to operate under the sole need to antagonize Will, as Gideon did.

"I assure you, I will."

Chapter: Belle

Belle was quietly poring over Shakespeare in Jem's room when the door burst open. It was Will, a mixture of shock, disbelief and anger scrawled across his handsome face. Jem was behind him, looking apprehensive.

"What did you with Lightwood?" Will said furiously.

"Which one?" Belle asked, slightly amused at the horrified expression on his face.

"Any of them, I suppose. Gideon said you had sex with his brother!"

"Ah," Belle said, eyebrows drawing together. "Gideon never did like me. He only got to second base with me on a dare, you know."

"He what?" Will looked as though his world was imploding in front of him.

"You heard me. Gabriel– well, he provided an excellent shoulder to cry on, so I gave him a kiss in thanks."

Will gulped, like a fish. "Okay, I didn't need to know any of that."

"You asked me what I did with the Lightwoods. I'm providing an answer," Belle reasoned.

"I want to know why you had sex with one of the Lightwoods! Which one was it, anyway?"

"Michael," she said quietly.

Jem sat in the chair he had vacated not long ago. "What happened there?"

She sighed. "Do you really want to know? It's a long story."

"We have time," he explained.

Belle nodded, taking a deep breath. "Here goes. It started at a party at Magnus Bane's house. I didn't know anyone but Magnus, and he was busy, so I was sort of alone in a corner for a while. Michael– and I don't even know how he got invited to this thing, but he was there– came up to me and asked if he could sit down. I agreed, we got to talking… We started seeing each other. About six months after that, on my birthday, we got to, er, sharing a bed–"

Jem interrupted. "Sorry, but can we have some ages, dates, something? It would be easier, I believe."

"Okay. When we met, I was thirteen and a half. He had just turned eighteen."

Will choked. "Eighteen? That's older than we are now! And you only thirteen when you had sex with him…" He sounded disgusted.

"I was fourteen. It was my fourteenth birthday… Anyway, we saw each other quite regularly after that, up until I was about sixteen. I walked in on him and– someone else– I think you know what they were doing. He apologized, of course, but I couldn't forgive him. He said he loved me, and I loved him, but that was the end."

Jem nodded sympathetically. "That doesn't make you a whore."

A look of confusion flitted across her face. "Who said I was a whore?"

"Gideon," Will provided, "though Gabriel said nothing against it."

"Yes, well, Gideon doesn't like me and I don't like him. Gabriel just didn't want to cross his brother. We're still on very good terms."

"Are you really?" Jem asked, fascinated.

"Yes. When Michael and I were together, I was friends with Gabriel and Elizabeth. Gabriel and I are still close, but Liz and I…"

"What happened?" Will wanted to know, his curiosity getting the best of him.

Belle shrugged. "I don't know. After last Christmas, she started acting strangely. The most I could get out of her was that she had met a boy, they had sex, and it was an overall horrible mistake. She wouldn't tell me who it was, though."

Jem cast Will a significant look that Belle could hardly fail to notice. "What? What do you know?"

Neither of them answered, and Belle could have sworn Will blushed. She gasped. "It was you? You– you– you slept with Liz?"

"We're not talking about me," Will growled. "We're talking about you. You had sex with Michael Lightwood and didn't tell us."

"I didn't think it was relevant," she protested, "and you didn't ask."

"If we did, would you have told us?"

"Yes! Well, maybe not you, Will, but Jem? Certainly." She shot Jem an affectionate glace. "I keep no secrets from him."

"If that is true," Will began, "than maybe you wouldn't mind telling us exactly what you saw in him. In Michael."

Belle glared at him; the condescending tone of voice he used was irritating to say the least. "When I met him, he was kind, he was caring, he was… loving. He was smart, passionate, affectionate, great-looking–"

"Because looks are an excellent basis for a relationship," Will muttered.

"You seem to have gotten quite far on looks alone, William," she retorted. "Anyway, I just liked him. Should my reasons matter?"

Jem began to say that no, her reasons didn't matter, but Will cut him off. "How many guys have you slept with?"

"What a very appropriate question. Of course it doesn't offend me at all, I'd love to answer."

"No need to be sarcastic."

"Without sarcasm, where would I be? Where would you be? For your information, counting Michael, I've had sex with three guys. I would say 'boys' but Michael was over eighteen, and one of the others hardly a boy at all–"

"Names, please," Will demanded.

"Michael, obviously. Magnus Bane. Some American boy I met in Paris when he came to visit the Institute. What was his name? Jace. Jace Wayland."

"You and a Wayland? Not really your type. Aren't they all loud and obnoxious?"

"Yes. I managed to look past that for one night. He was gorgeous, all white and gold… Is this really what you want to waste an afternoon discussing? My love life?"

"Your sex life," Will corrected. "And no. I have my answers, so I'll just be going, then."

"God, finally. I thought you'd never leave." Will swept out of them room, shutting the door firmly behind him. Jem breathed a sigh of relief so quiet that Belle almost didn't hear it.

"Glad he left?"

He smiled. "I can't lie. A little."

She returned his grin with one of her own. "I understand completely."

It was quiet for a bit until Jem broke the silence. "If it matters," he said softly, leaning forward in his chair and meeting Belle's green eyes with his own silver ones, "I don't care about your past. All I care about is your present, and perhaps your future."

Belle, in a very bold move, stood and pulled Jem up. She led him to the bed, sitting him down and crawling up next to him. "All I want is to forget my past and not have to worry about my future. Just having you for the present is enough, is more than enough."

Jem, when she kissed him, responded as though he was scared that he didn't know what he was doing. Poor boy is very inexperienced, she realized, which surprised her a little. Anyone who hung around Will… Ah, well. I have time to teach him.

Yeah, um... That's what's up. *If anyone's wondering, I had the Lightwoods and Magnus in Paris for a few years... Don't know why, specifically. I like it there, I guess.*