*Here it is guys, hope you enjoy =) as always, all characters n story info belong to CC. And a tip for later: Google Translate is our friend. Tell me what you think, good or bad, cause I love to hear feedback. Totally makes muh day =) Yeah, anyways, enjoy!*

"And what did Dante and the Poets discover when they came upon the Fifth Circle? Jonathan?" Jonathan flicked his dark eyes up from the thick book in front of him to look at the professor.

"Phlegyas. The boatman of the river Styx." he answered in a bored tone.

"Don't forget the Rebel Angels, brother." Jonathan leaned his elbow down onto his desktop and cradled his cheek in his palm before sweeping a sideways look over at Jace, who was grinning back at him with shiny eyes.

"Thanks." he said dully. Jace winked back at him.

"Correct you both are. And what happened when the group came to the Rebel Angels? And why were they to be feared? Jace?"

Jace stretched his long legs out in front of him, knees almost brushing the underside of his desk, while wishing the lesson were over before he completely forgot how to walk.

"The Rebels wouldn't let them pass. They were to be feared because these were the Angels that followed Lucifer out of Heaven."

"Right. And how did the group get past them?" Professor Lehman volleyed his eyes back over to Jonathan.

"Uh. They asked for help from…"

Jonathan dropped his eyes back down to the page, trying to locate the name. However he soon realized that he wasn't even in the right canto. He began flipping pages, wondering how he had ended up in the Purgatorio section when they were still in the Inferno.

"Um," he glanced over at Jace, who was no help as he was busy making an origami swan out of one of the back pages of the text.

Jonathan rolled his eyes and stopped trying to find the page that he was supposed to be on. "I don't know." he said. The professor frowned at him sternly.

"You were supposed to have read this last week, Jonathan."

Jonathan slouched down in his chair, refusing to admit to the instructor why he had not done the homework. "Very well, you can reread the canto today, and write me an essay discussing the background lore on Heavenly Messengers."

Jonathan's eyes flashed angrily. Lehman raised an eyebrow. "Or I can inform your father that you've been neglecting your studies. It's your choice."

Jonathan dropped his glare back down to his book, his eyes falling on a map drawing of the city of Dis, Hell's capital. He would be living in Dis if Valentine found out he hadn't been doing his assignments.

Though it was really Jace's fault he hadn't done his last assignment; kind of hard to read and focus on The Divine Comedy after just being tricked and shoved off a three story rooftop.

And looking over at him now, Jonathan found it difficult to see the cruel, laughing Jace that had broken his hand with a fire iron when he was just sitting there looking like a golden angel, innocently focused on making the wings of a paper bird flap.

But Jonathan now knew better than to trust that deceptively innocent face; Jace was just as cunning as his father.

"Very well," Lehman said again as he went to the blackboard and began inscribing their next assignment. "You are to read on to the Sixth Circle and write a brief summary describing Dante's discoveries there; in Italiano, naturalmente."

The Morgenstern boys stifled their groans, knowing that their strict professor would only lengthen the assignment if they didn't.

"You may begin now." Lehman said as he dropped the chalk into the tray and resummed his seat at his large desk.

Jace flicked his eyes over at Jonathan, who had slunk further down into his chair and was staring at the same spot on the page in front of him, clearly not reading.

Jace flicked the paper swan across the space between them, making it fly and come to a light descent on top of Jonathan's book.

Jonathan glanced at it in annoyance before moving his palm down away from his face to sweep it off his desktop.

He noticed then that there were swirls of ink bleeding through its wings, so he closed his hand over the swan and swept it down into his lap, wondering as he began to unfold it what Jace thought was so important he had to risk getting them reprimanded for passing notes for.

How's your hand?

Jonathan looked over at Jace, who was smiling at him. Jonathan flipped him off.

"All better I see." Jace whispered, his smile widening.

"No thanks to you." Jonathan breathed back. Jace raised his eyebrows.

"Well technically it was my stele that healed you so if you think about it I really did help-"

"Jace. I know you can't be reading with your face turned away from your book like that." Lehman said loudly. Jace turned in his seat.

"I'm trying out this innovative new way of reading a book without actually looking at it. So far it's proven difficult. "

"Well I suggest you revert back to the old method as soon as possible, before I make you read it out loud as punishment for your cheekiness." Jace smirked.

"Oh no professore per favore, non mi fate parlare Italiano!" Jace clasped his hands together in front of him imploringly, as Lehman fought the urge to smile.

"Allora ti suggerisco di darsi da fare, Signor Morgenstern." Jace nodded his head once, smiling, as Jonathan rolled his eyes; his brother could charm just about everyone.

"Sissignore."

Lehman returned to his work as Jace glanced down at his book, his eyes skimming over the lines without comprehension.

Jonathan noticed that somehow his face still gave the impression of smiling though he no longer was. Jace felt eyes on him before flicking his own over at his brother.

"Che cosa?" he whispered. Jonathan narrowed his eyes and spoke quieter than Jace had, though he spoke with much rapidity in his tone.

"Stronzate…Angel Boy piccolo ottiene sempre via con tutto." he sneered. Jace cocked an eyebrow.

"Geloso?" Jonathan narrowed his eyes, then smiled meanly.

"Non a tutti ... la fortuna può arrivare a tanto," then his eyes filled with his signature deadly sparkle as they skimmed down Jace's chest over the healing cuts he knew were concealed under Jace's white t-shirt. "Ovviamente."

Before Jace could make more than an expression of anger, there was a sudden smell of burning paper, along with a corresponding crackle.

Jace snatched the fire message off his desktop and shoved it into the back pocket of his jeans, burning his palm slightly on the still smoldering edges of the paper.

Jonathan stared at him darkly, black eyes filled with sinister suspicion. Jace gave him a threatening look of warning before picking up his heavy book and resolutely disappearing behind it.

The crickets concealed beneath the crisp forest leaves all silenced their symphony as Jace walked stealthy through the dense woods at the edge of the Manor.

Though he loved to be among trees and wildlife, these trees brought him no sense of peace. There was the towering skeleton of a maple, its limbs burned black; a dead remnant of the occasion Jonathan Morgenstern had discovered fire.

His brother had found him high up near the top, jumping branches like they were stepping stones, and had yelled at Jace to get down. But Jace had only laughed and kept climbing, now only using one hand to steady himself from falling.

Jace had known that Jonathan did not want him back on the ground for fear of his safety; he only did it because he didn't want him enjoying himself.

They were fifteen at the time, and their hatred had not been like it was now, but still Jace had not expected Jonathan to pull out his stele and carve into the bark the rune for fire when Jace had ignored his command.

Jace remembered suddenly being able to smell smoke that was so close and thick he could taste it on his tongue. Then, looking down, he saw the flames hungrily licking up the splayed branches, getting closer to him with every passing second.

He had had no choice but to jump.

Jonathan stepped back as he landed, and though the sound of the fire was loud, Jace was sure the sound of his ankle breaking on impact was louder.

Their father had been furious of course; having been just nearby in the training field he had come running when he saw smoke billowing up out of the trees.

He had arrived at the scene in time to witness Jace jump from the top of the tree and land hard on the ground in front of his laughing brother who, in between gasps of mirth, had said 'I give it a solid 8.9!"

Valentine had put out the fire and punished his sons, much to Jace's angry disbelief, and from then on they weren't allowed to go into the forest by themselves because they 'couldn't be trusted to not act stupidly'.

And now as the remains of the tree were at his back, Jace wondered how he had not managed to dispel his stupidity in the past two years.

Here he was walking through the dense trees with the sole intention of doing something that would enrage his father to the point of stroke, and Jace realized that it truly seemed that his stupidy had only tripled since the last time he had been here.

Jace stopped when he belived he was deep enough in the trees, then leaned back against a thick trunk and crossed his arms; preparing himself to wait.

The sudden silence of the crickets made him look up.

"I swear, you're just like a hunting dog the way you can sense things." Alec Lightwood said as he immerged out of the gloom, smiling at the sight of the other Shadowhunter. Jace grinned.

"And you're getting better at 'the whole sneakiness thing'." Alec stopped in front of him, hands in the front pockets of his jeans.

"Yeah, a lot of good it did me." he laughed. Jace returned his smile.

"And how is my sneakiness, sugar sweet?"

The voice came from his right shoulder, and Jace had to repress the instinct of spinning towards it in alarm. Instead he managed to only flick a look over at the warlock who was reclined against the same tree as he was, with his cat eyes glinting in the dark.

"Your sneakiness is quite evolved, Magnus Bane." Jace said, not liking the way the Downworlder was smiling at him like he was a steak.

"Much obliged, Morgenstern."

"So Jace," Jace returned his gaze to the blue eyed Nephilim. "It's been awhile. I was half expecting you to never get my message about meeting us here tonight due to your untimely death." Jace laughed.

"Nope, I'm still standing." Alec's face slipped into a worried frown.

"Did he end up catching you then?"

"Oh yeah."

"Was he really pissed?"

"Yeah, you could say that."

"What did he do?" he asked it hesitantly, like he wasn't sure he really wanted to know. Jace knew that he didn't.

"Not much. Straight to bed without supper, that kind of thing." Alec narrowed his eyes in disbelief.

"And for how many days did he do this?" Magnus interjected. Jace rolled his eyes.

"Anyways. What's going on have you managed to figure out how to reverse the demon spell he put on me?" Magnus straightened up off the tree trunk.

"Yes in fact I have. It's tricky though. You'll need to get me a physical part of your little demon friend. A tooth, claw, drop of blood, anything." Jace frowned.

"I don't even know if that's possible. I only see him in my head." Alec winced, clearly imagining what that must be like.

"Sounds like a good time," Magnus said lightly. "Listen, the next time he…pays you a visit, just try to get something off him. It wouldn't hurt to try."

"Hopefully," Alec said, before sliping his thumb nail between his teeth. Magnus looked over at him.

"Alexander. You're doing it again." he chided. Alec dropped his hand as he shrugged.

"I don't realize it." Magnus smiled, his voice coming out throaty like a purr,

"You'd have chewed down to your wrist by now if not for me."

Jace cleared his throat, sensing there would be more talk like this to come. Alec was thankful his blush was not visible in the darkness.

"Oh and the other reason why we wanted you to meet us," Alec said as he looked back over at Jace. "My family has gone back to New York."

Jace's heart began to sink; Alec seemed to sense it because he spoke slower, like he didn't want to continue.

"Which means Clary has also gone back home." Jace processed this.

"Good. That's uh, that's good." Alec looked confused.

"Why is that good?" Jace leaned back against the tree, arms crossed against his agony pierced heart.

Because I'm starting to miss her too much, he thought miserably.