Tessa.

Tears streamed down Clary's face. She couldn't help it. She thought that Tessa was gone. Dead, just like the others. She couldn't process it. What she wanted to do was run forward and embrace Tessa, what she did instead was sit on the floor bawling her eyes out.

Clary felt someone wrap their arms around her. They rubbed Clary's back before moving their hands to her face and lifting her head. Clary looked Tessa in the eyes now. Her breath caught as memories flooded back and the reality of it all set in.

"Is it really you?" Clary managed to whimper out.

Tessa nodded. She raised a hand to her face and quickly wiped a tear of her own. "Yeah, Clare, it's really me."

Clary laughed for joy. She pulled Tessa into a hug despite the fact that they were both sitting on the floor in the middle of the foyer. Probably ten minutes had passed of the two sitting on the ground in that position. At some point, Isabelle and Alec arrived in the foyer. Clary was aware of the fact that Magnus was speaking but she had no idea what he was saying. Everything was a jumble of tears.

Tessa released Clary from the hug and began to stand. As she did so, she pulled Clary up with her. Once the girl was reluctantly up, Tessa wrapped her arm back around Clary and began walking with her.

"Come on," she said in a soothing voice, "let's go and sit down and have a conversation about this." Clary could only nod.

Tessa walked Clary to the library. They sat down and stayed silent for a while. Clary's tears were silent now buy they still flowed. Alec set a box of tissues down on the table, then stepped back alongside Isabelle, Magnus, and Jace. Tessa took a tissue and wiped Clary's face for her. Once the old tears were gone, Clary looked up to stop the new tears from coming.

"I guess," Tessa whispered, "I have a lot to explain."

Clary choked on her laughter. "Yeah," she said, "you really do."

"So do you." Tessa lightly hit Clary on the shoulder. She spoke so lowly that even Clary could hardly hear. "You were gone for a hundred and forty years. You definitely have a lot to explain." Clary looked up at Tessa. Now it looked like she was going to cry. There was indescribable pain on her face. The pain of a girl who lost her best friend and now discovered that she was back. Clary guessed there was similar pain on her own face. Tessa looked over at the other people in the room. Her eyes dwindled on Jace before returning to Clary. "Maybe it'd be better if we spoke in a less crowded environment."

Clary nodded. "Probably."

"Why don't we," Magnus said approaching the table, "go back to my apartment with the others. There we can have a full discussion about everything that's happened."

"Others?" Clary turned to look at him.

Magnus smiled. "Yes, and I'm very excited for you to meet them."

Tessa, Magnus, and Clary arrived back at the apartment. Alec had volunteered to bring Clary's things over later that way the three could leave right away. The ride had been silent. Clary laid against Tessa who stroked the girl's hair.

When they entered the apartment, Clary heard the voices of a man and a woman. She looked around and found the sources of said voices in the kitchen. Both looked up at the door opening and their conversation stopped. The woman walked forward and clasped her hands together as she looked over Clary with a smile.

"Is this her?" She asked directing the question at Magnus.

"Yup." Magnus beamed. "Clary, I would like you to meet my good friends and fellow warlocks, Caterina Loss and Ragnor Fell."

"It's lovely to meet you, dear." Caterina took one of Clary's hands in her own. "I've heard so much about you from Magnus and from your mother."

"My mother?" Clary's head whipped to Magnus and Tessa.

"Caterina knew your mother," explained Magnus, "back in the 1800s. They went to college together and kept in touch even after Loss moved to New York."

"Wait." Clary's mind was racing. She didn't know what she was supposed to be focusing on right now. "Is she the friend you had in New York?" Clary gestured to Caterina. "She's the reason you were going to leave in 1878?"

Magnus shrugged then nodded. "She was. There was business to attend to and my friends needed my help."

"The magical world," spoke Ragnor Fell for the first time, "can be quite hectic."

"World?" Clary questions. "You make it sound like there's more than just warlocks out there. You make it sound big, really big."

"It is," says Ragnor. Magnus quickly waves a hand trying to silence the man. The look on his face is one of suppressed anger. Ragnor clasps his hands together behind his back and strides over to the group. "The magical world is full of warlocks and werewolves and vampires and faeries. There was a time when it was full of demons too, but the shadowhunters cut off the connection between this world and what is known as Edom. They cut down the downworlders until they were so rare that you would have to travel millions of miles to go from one to the next. This success made the shadowhunters near obsolete and so their own race and culture died out. In this day and age, there are few that still exists, but they all live in their own country, Idris."

"But you're all warlocks." Clary glanced around at the adults. "There are four of you right here, that doesn't seem very rare to me."

"The warlocks helped the shadowhunters once upon a time," Magnus explained. He seemed reluctant to be telling Clary about this topic but ultimately realized that after everything Ragnor said he had no choice. "They've let many of us live in peace. They have also sent a great many of us to Edom and killed others." Magnus motioned to the couch for Clary to sit down. When she did, he sat beside her and continued. "You see, warlocks are half human and half demon which is why it would be impossible for a new warlock to arise. Tessa here is the youngest warlock because back in the 1800s there was a rogue warlock who made a crack in the barrier between earth and Edom. A single demon escaped and Tessa came to be. The shadowhunters were quick to banish the demon and repair the crack. The barrier is now stronger than ever."

"What about the warlock?" Asked Clary. "I mean, could something like that happen again?"

"We have no knowledge of who the rogue warlock was," Tessa stated. She took the seat on the other side of Clary. "But I can guarantee you that we won't let anything bad happen to you or any other mundane."

"This is too much." Clary shook her head. "I'm just having a really difficult time believing any of this."

"It'll take a while to get used to the idea of all this magic," said Caterina, "and we're more than happy to give you all the time you need. We're just here to try and help stop you from having any more of your time teleportations."

"You think you can fix me?" Clary looked around at everyone again. "Do you guys really think you can fix me?"

"We'll sure as hell try." Tessa set her hand on Clary's shoulder.

"In the meantime," Magnus cleared his throat, "Clary you're going to continue going to school and hanging out with your friends and living a normal life. A normal life except for the weekends. Every weekend we're going to run tests on you then during the week the four of us will discuss and try to figure something out."

"So, right now-"

"Right now," Tessa cut off Clary softly, "the two of us are going to spend the rest of the day catching up." She wrapped both her hands around one of Clary's.

"Why don't the two of you go out, get something to eat, and just talk," Magnus suggests. He stands from the couch pulling Clary up with him. "Go on and have the time of your lives."

"Thank you, Mags," Clary says. She gives the man a tight hug before backing away and taking Tessa's hand in her own. "We'll see you later."

Tessa and Clary ended up in London. They had stayed in New York for a short time, but reminiscing about the past only drove the two to further longing for the city they had known together. They wandered down the streets of the city. People bustled about minding their own business.

"So tell me," Tessa said after a brief silence, "that boy earlier, the one with all the gold..."

She didn't even have the finish the thought, Clary knew where she was going with it. "Jace." Clary nodded. "He's yours. He is your great times something grandson."

"He looks like Will," she sighed.

"I know. It's been really hard for me because of that." Clary's mind drifted. "Really hard."

"I can imagine. I wish that I could get to know Jace- you said his name is?- as the great something grandson he is, but I can't just tell him who I am. We're not supposed to let any mundanes know about the magical world. You are an exception because, well-" She gestured to Clary. Clary nodded thinking of Isabelle. "Oh, and those other two, Mags told me about them, Alec and Isabelle Lightwood. Children of the Lightworms! I can hardly believe it! Alec is such the spitting image of the Herondale side though, I could completely see Cecily and Will in him. Isabelle is Gabriel through and through. Everything that Magnus told me about them, it just seems so surreal that either of them can even exist. I-"

"Oh my god," Clary cut off Tessa. She stopped in her tracks staring at what was ahead of her. Tessa stopped and turned to Clary. She followed her line of sight and let out a faint 'oh'. "That's where-"

"Yeah."

Clary chewed on her lower lip. "Do you think that we could-"

Tessa smiled down at Clary. "Sure," she said, "I moved on a long time ago, do you think you're ready to start moving?"

"It's been a hundred and forty years, hasn't it?" Clary nodded and started forward. "I can move."

Entering the cemetery, Clary spotted her mother's stone. She glanced around to find Jem's. Before she could find it though, Tessa headed in its direction. She found it with the expertise of a person that had visited the grave a hundred times. And Tessa probably had, probably more.

The letters on the stone were worn but visible. There were no flowers on the grave like there were on a few others. After hundreds of years, nobody comes to visit the dead anymore. After hundreds of years, nobody remembers the dead anymore. People like Jem and Will would always have their old friends to visit them. But what about those that didn't have immortal friends? What about those whose names were long forgotten by families that had moved across the world? What about everyone else?

Clary crouched in front of Jem's gravestone. She ran her fingers over the smooth name. James Carstairs.

"Clarissa, this is James Carstairs." Jocelyn held her twelve-year-old daughter by the shoulders and she introduced the young girl to the new boy. The woman crouched down so she could whisper in Clary's ear. "He just moved to London and he's going to be staying with your aunt for a little while so I thought I would introduce you two."

James had stayed several feet away with his head hung low. His hair was strangely silver and his skin had an odd pasty glow. Clary could tell he was shy and, in spite of her own reservations, she decided to make the effort. Clary reached out her hand and gave a toothy smile. When James didn't move, she took a step forward. He looked up with raised eyebrows.

"Hi," Clary said. She thrust her hand forward again and patiently waited for this James kid to shake it.

Eventually, he slowly brought his hand up and grasped hers. "You can call me Jem."

"Alright." Clary shook his hand up and down several times before releasing it. "Nice to meet you, Jem. Call me Clary."

"Clary?" Tessa was asking. Clary blinked turning to her friend. "You alright?"

"Fine." She smiled. "I was just thinking about when Jem and I first met. He was so shy, so sweet. He grew so much."

"Yeah." Tessa chuckled. "I remember when I first fell in love with him. It was the summer of 78 and we were all at the beach. I don't know really, one moment I was watching him and Will play volleyball, the next I was hit in the face with the ball and Jem rushed over to make sure I was okay. It was then that I really realized how sweet he was. I mean, I had always recognized that he was amazing, but how he cared for me was just... I don't know." Tessa shook her head and looked at the ground.

Clary rubbed Tessa's arm. "For a while, I could tell there was something between you guys, but neither of you ever said anything to me about it. Then, Will started crushing on you and he was just devastated when he realized how in love you both were. I guess you loved him too though because you guys ended up marrying."

"I always loved Will," Tessa admitted. Clary raised her eyebrows at the girl in surprise. "From the moment that I met him I loved him. I never could've imagined that he would love me back, so I moved on and I fell for Jem. Then... everything happened."

"'Everything,'" Clary repeated. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize." Tessa turned to Clary and her eyes were brimming with tears. "None of it was your fault." She took Clary in her arms and hugged her. "I love you, Clare."

"I love you too, Tess," Clary whispered. "Out of everyone that could've ended up with me in the future, I'm glad it's you."

"And Magnus," Tessa added.

Clary laughed. "And Magnus."

After another minute of the two sitting there, Tessa raised her right hand and snapped. In her hand appeared a red lily. As she lowered it to the ground, Clary grabbed her wrist stopping her.

"Don't you think," said Clary with a smile, "that a white flower might be a bit more appropriate." The image of Jem's silver hair and eyes and skin came to Clary's mind. Tessa chuckled and nodded her head. She flicked her wrist and the lily turned a glittering white. Then, she set the flower down. Clary kissed two of her fingers, then pressed them to the stone. She stood pulling Tessa up with her. "I think it's about time that we head back home."

Tessa nodded. She took Clary's hand in hers and squeezed. Clary closed her eyes taking a deep breath when she opened them she was back at home.

"I'm glad we got to do this," Tessa said. "It was nice."

"It was," Clary agreed.

"You should get to bed." Tessa collected the things she had left in Magnus' apartment before they left. "I promise that I'll come by every single day though."

"I can't wait."

Tessa left and as Clary walked to her room she passed a clock that read 12:18. Clary sighed, she had school in the morning and was absolutely exhausted. Opening her bedroom door, Clary didn't take one more step before she froze and screamed.

"Finally," Jace said as he sat up on her bed. "You're home. No need to scream, though, I'd rather not wake Magnus. I have an inkling of a feeling that he wouldn't like me in here. Now." He patted the space beside him. "Let's talk."

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