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Izzy

The blood rushed from his veins, quickly filling the syringe, a small wince decorating his soft face. Izzy tried not to smile, it had taken some time for them to allow her to begin her analysis and she didn't want to ruin or alter their nerves. She quickly pulled the tube and plugged in another, the blood still freely flowing, filling four tubes in a matter of seconds. The syringe was a bit peculiar since it had just recently been built, so Izzy tried to be extra gentle when she removed it. The stream of blood slowed and a vibrant drop of blood shone on the pearly skin.

"Are you finished ?" Will asked anxiously as he watched from behind Izzy. He had been fidgeting the entire time, even accidentally knocking down a base. Izzy tried not to let her exasperation show as she straightened and closed the blood tubes, reaching to check Jem's pulse. He had become frail, likely because of the lack of the drug. After her dear brother promised to help cure the shadowhunter they had all been brainstorming ideas on a possible cure. But no matter how much time they dedicated to it they couldn't come up with a possible solution , until Jace had brought up a case similar to James that they had studied unger Hugo. It was about an addiction to a demonic substance that proved lethal to the shadowhunter, and in the case they had studied the man had died. However It brought the idea of studying similar treatments that had been developed for people under that predicament after the man died. The main problem with that is that everything they needed to study and calculate possible cures did not exist during that timeline, in fact most medical treatments were bareberical and highly inefficient leaving them stranded.

They had to convince Henry to help them build the materials necessary, but even then they didn't even have electricity,rendering most of their equipment useless even if they could get it. It was when Izzy went to protect Magnus, since they all had to take turns, that she got the idea of replacing electricity with warlock magic. It then had taken some time to convince Jem and WIll to allow them to perform the test necessary to better understand the situation. After a month of negotiations and assurances they had finally given, and Izzy had begun a thorough study. It involved retaining the drug for as long as possible and documenting the effects, as well as doing a blood analysis, PHysical analysis and keeping a medical journal where Jems heartbeat measurements were documented 3 times a day. The whole thing was taking the majority of Izzy's time, from pestering the shadowhunter to check his pulse to the hours spent with Henry trying to create the required equipment and then many more hours spent in Magnus house trying to convert his magic into a usable form of energy.

Izzy drew a cloth with alcohol against Jem's skin cleaning the wound before putting a small cloth around it.

"Yes, I am done." Izzy gave the stink eye to Will before turning to Jem , "How are you feeling?"

"A bit faint, I had never imagined that such small needles could be so terrifying." He gave a small chuckle before pulling his sleeve down.

Izzy gave him a reassuring pat, taking the blood biles and turning to leave.

"Don't forget to check your pulse, Jem." She sang at him, knowing he would be somewhat irritated.

The halls had become more familiar, allowing Izzy to not get easily lost, and in time she had reached the room allotted to her research. The walls had been repainted a soft white, and the window drapes were rarely closed, often leaving the room in a pool of light. Unless of course it was cloudy, which turned out to be often the case. Izzy sighed as she saw the shadows across her room, gently setting the blood down and lighting some candles.

Cold arms were suddenly around her waist, startling her enough to drop the match. Simon chuckled as he went down to retrieve it and finish lighting the candles.

"Did I just scare the fierce Iz?" He chuckled as she turned to hit him lightly on the shoulder. He reached for a long stray piece of hair and twirled it between his fingers.

"Simon I need to get this blood properly stored for transfer, I'm going to be leaving in about 20 minutes." She pulled away and began to grab a special box they had just finished constructing the day before, it was designed to keep things cold and cushioned. The four dials fit perfectly inside and she closed it softly, proud and excited to start her work.

"Clary wanted to see you before you left, something about arranging a rehabilitation room." Simon picked the box up and offered her his arm. She finished putting up her tools and blew out all the candles but one, turning and taking his arm.

"I've been so busy, I hardly have time to talk anymore." Izzy triped, some of her tools falling on the ground, the noise unbelievably loud. She sighed and bent down to pick it up, ignoring Simon's questioning look.

"So I scare you, and you trip on the same day. Something is going on." She ignored his concern and continued walking, careful to keep her balance this time. In truth, it had become a bit much, having to always be working on the cure, and although she wanted to help and enjoyed the work, she barely had time to rest. On top of it all she had been giving Tessa lessons, leaving her exhausted and rung out. If she were to be completely truthful with herself, it was also the time change that was really affecting her. No electricity, no clubs, no music, no normal food. Everything was new to her and extremely inconvenient, and deep inside all she wanted was to go home.

They reached the grand foyer and turned towards the library, already hearing the voices of conversation. They walked in, the light cast from the candles bringing shadows to life as the flames danced. Clary was sitting in a wheelchair that had been designed by Henry and Jace, made for comfort and easy transport. After a month of her accident Clary could slightly move her feet, but it brought excruciating pain and it drained her energy. She had been trying to come up with runes that might help them go back , or at least help Jem, but had had no luck so far. Jace was sitting in a chair across from hers, his eyes filled with tenderness and love.

"Clary Jace, you two are simply so adorable." She skipped to their side and gently hugged the slim girl. She giggled and rolled farther from Jace giving Izzy and Simon space to stand between them.

"I heard about the rehabilitation room" Izzy skipped right to it. "Clary, how can I help."

"I know you're busy but could you help Henry design the equipment? I can do the preliminary sketches. Oh and I have the sketches for the blood analysis machine ready." She brightened as she pulled some papers from the nearby table and handed them to Izzy.

"Thanks this will reall- "

"Miss Lightwood, Magnus Bane is waiting by the entrance." Sophie said, her hands filled with trays. She crossed the room and handed Clary and Jace a cup of tea. SImon politely refused the cup offered to him and Izzy had to resist the urge to laugh. She gave one last hug to Clary, grabbed the box from Simon and left. Her heels clicked loudly as she rushed to the entrance. She slowed as she heard a soft laugh and finally came within view of the warlock. Magnus was leaning casually against the main door, his attention placed solely on Alec who was telling some sort of story. Izzy smiled, glad to see her brother and his future love getting along. Jessamine came up from the other doorway, bringing an end to Alec's story, reluctantly Izzy walked in as well.

The ride to Magnus's house was quiet, giving Izzy the opportunity to enjoy the scenery. Despite having been there for more than a month, they still hadn't done any sight seeing. It was strange to think that the most adventure they had had so far was when they first arrived. Izzy was so lost in thought that she didn't realize when they finally arrived, startled as Magnus called her name.

Izzy was careful with her equipment as she unloaded it from a small cart hooked to her horse, the device had been magically altered to protect its contents by Magnus. They proceeded to walk into the extravagant house, Jessamine heading towards her designated room and Magnus conjuring cups of tea.

"Have you made any improvements ?" Magnus asked Izzy as he handed her a cup of tea.

Isabelle frowned, not wanting to admit that she still had no real understanding of the drug but also not wanting to lie. She co opted for a half truth.

"There is a drug in the future that can have some similar effects as Jem's drug, it's called Heroin. If someone takes it, they most certainly become addicted and their bodies come to rely on it. If for some reason the drug is withdrawn the consumers can go into shock, even leading to death, only recovering after the drug is ingested."

It was true that at first glance this had been Izzy's idea, but she had already set Jem on a strict low drug dosage to see if he could slowly leave it, but the only results have been fatigue and weakness. Izzy shrugged, trying to ignore the way her stomach fell, as she considered the possibility of never finding a cure.

"I have Jem in a limited dose. Theoretically if he begins to take less and less, eventually he will be able to stop. "

Magnus sent her a kind smile, and Izzy knew that she hadn't fooled him. If they didn't find a way to analyse the blood and the drug, eventually Izzy would run out of steam and she would sink in a river of helplessness.

"Isabelle, so young yet so strong. Do not forget those you love for the sake of another. Your spirit is kind, but you will need the strength of your loved ones if you want to succeed. "

Magnus said softly, and for unreasonable reason tears streaked past Izzy's eyes.

"It's alright Magnus, I've had worse."

Magnus

The City of Bones was a tomb of silence. The young warlock moved carefully around the piles of bones resting against the wall. He knew the silent brothers could sense his location, and he hoped that Brother Yedaiah would hurry up and come for him. There was so much death and sorrow in the walls of the city that it could become suffocating, not to mention the whole aura of the place was creepy. The warlock continued walking, trying to remember the more normal area of the city were the guests could stay. He crossed an open corridor, the silhouette of a brother dimly illuminated by witchlight, and pondered whether he should ask for help. The silent brothers were not easy to like, especially when they were disrupted, but the silence was beginning to get to the warlock, so as quiet as possible the boy stepped over a pile of bones and walked towards the brother.

Just as he reached him the brother turned. The warlock stumbled back, his heart almost slamming out of his heart, as the figure in front of him lowered the hood of their robe to reveal his mother. He stared marbled at the woman in front of him, his mind debating with his heart. He knew that his mother was dead, yet there she was, a soft natural glow to her skin as she stared at him. Logic had never been the dominant factor in the warlock's life, yet something kept him back, even as his mother opened her arms to him as if inviting him to hug her.

The air seemed to freeze between them as his mother began to tremble and dark tendrils beggan to encircle her. Her skin began to thin, her bones cracking at random bringing her to her knees. The warlock screamed, wanting to run and wanting to help her at the same time,

His mom opened her mouth and her teeth seemed to fall off all at once, replaced by an oozing darkness, black tears appearing at her eyes. She doubled back, her hands twisting, until she was lifting herself on all fours. She turned slowly, her bones still cracking and her long dark hair obscuring her hair. In an instant she darted towards the boy and he yelled scrambling back. He tripped over the piles of bones, his mother's hands closed around his ankle. Hs mom pulled him closer, his manic screams and kicks having no effect on her. There was a part inside of the boy that was screaming at him to fight, but he was so damn scared that it was all he could do not to pass out. HIs mother gave him a perverted smile before lounging at his neck and taking a bite.

The black acid burned as it enclosed around his neck. It was as if he were swallowing broken glass while being strangled by fire. He felt vomit rush to his mouth, but it couldn't make it out and he began to drown in his own vomit.

As the darkness consumed him the boy could see his mother staring at him, her eyes blank and lifeless.

Magnus flew out of his bed, his feet slipping on his floor, landing roughly on his back. He pried opened his eyes and saw only a current of blue around took him a beat before he realized that his magic, sensing his panic had manifested itself around him as a shield. He let the cool flow of his magic envelop him, calming him, until he was able to get the horrifying images of his mother out of his head.

There was a knock at his door, drawing Magnus out of his horror. Slowly Magnus pulled his magic back to him, immediately missing the safety it had provided. Straightening his back and trying to assume an air of control, Magnus strolled to the door throwing it open. Isabella stared at him through bleary eyes, her small mouth shaped into a yawn.

"I'm sorry Mags, but I heard you scream. Are you okay ?" Izzy asked.

Magnsu couldn't deny the fact that he was glad not to be alone at the moment.
"Of course dear, it was just a spell gone wrong."

"You're still working ?"

Magnus stepped out of his room, summoning a robe around his shoulders.

"Would you like to continue our work on the nergy simulator ?" Magnus asked, knowing she would say yes out of pure obligation about it, but needing the company.

"Sure."