Okay, so...I had a really, really, really, really shitty day. Not the worst I've had, not by far, I actually managed to get myself out of bed and somehow drove to work, although through anti-depressants and anti-anxiety meds, I don't remember much. So I had a horrible, horrible day, but then I came home and my husband had brought me roses, and chocolate, and my favourite lollies—and not just my favourite lollies, but he went through all the packs at the shop to find the one with the most of the pineapple lollies, which are my favourite of the favourite. Then we watched almost three hours of Shane Dawson and Ryland Adams videos, and fell more in love with Garrett Watts.

And now I feel a lot better. A hell of a lot better.

So much better that I wanted to do something to make you guys happy as well :)

Here's an update...

"What the fuck, Alec?!" Jace shouted as they appeared back in his office. Jace was winded, but that didn't stop him from shouting the moment they were back on solid ground again.

"You're my priority, Jace," Alec snapped, although his words were strained. "You were the one I had to get out of there."

"You have to go back for Clary and the others—you have to get them out of there!" Even as he was insisting, and half tempted to throw Alec through the glass window and down the sixteen floors, he could see that the likelihood of Alec going back was low. Alec looked terrible, pale and shaking, blood dripping onto the carpet below them. Each jump that he made took a little bit out of him, and usually he could recover from it quickly, but given how drained he already was and that he was injured, if Alec actually managed to make it back to the street where the gunfight was happening, Jace wasn't sure if he would actually be able to make it out of there again, to the office.

"I called—" a portal appeared next to them, blue and shimmering, and a moment later, Max stepped through, his eyes wide as he looked as his siblings. "Max," Alec finished, clenching his hand into a fist, the blood now falling steadily onto the ground, red bleeding into the navy carpet.

"Okay," Jace heaved in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, closing his eyes and scrubbing a hand over his face. "Alec, you need to take Max back to where we were, he doesn't know where to teleport. But he can take the weight, bringing you back." Alec closed his eyes as he took in a few more breaths and then reached out for his brother.

"You sure you're okay to do this?" Max asked as he steadied his older brother, concern clear on his face as he looked over at Isabelle, who had been laid down on the leather couch in the corner of the room.

"I have to," Alec said through gritted teeth. "We need to get Clary and the others." Max squared his jaw and nodded. Alec could barely keep his eyes open and Jace felt guilty for how badly he needed his cousin right now. But while Max could create portals to transport himself and others, similar to how his brother could transport, in the same way, he could only teleport himself to places that he had already been or that were in his line of sight. Alec flickered, his body fading in and out a couple of times before both he and Max disappeared, leaving Jace in the room with an unconscious Isabelle.

"Fuck," Jace hissed as he tried not to think about the worst case scenario, even though that was where his mind automatically went. He walked quickly over to Isabelle, crouching down next to the couch and running his hands over her head, and then over her shoulder. Even in her unconscious state, she flinched as he touched her shoulder an he sighed. Jace wished that they had been better prepared and they had had in their comm devices tucked into their ears before they had gotten into the car, so that they could have communicated better when the explosion had happened.

Not that that would help him now, though, since he would be out of range, back in his office.

He looked down at his watch and let out a frustrated shout as he got back to his feet and saw that only one, slow minute had actually passed by. He could his anger reaching out, stretching from his body and searching out any metal objects in the room. He felt something curling, loosing it's shape, but he didn't care enough to look in the direction of whatever he had just destroyed, as he snatched his phone out of his pocket, realizing that there was something that he could be doing right now, other than just standing in the middle of his office, absolutely helpless. Jace was about to make a call, when all of a sudden a portal opened in the room, and Max fell threw, supporting the weight of his brother.

"Wh—" Jace's eyes bounced between the two of them furiously. "Where's Clary?! Where are the others?!" Alec stumbled away from his brother, his face almost completely void of any colour and the blood falling steadily, spreading through the fabric of his shirt.

"She's lost a lot of blood," Max said, speaking quickly, his voice low.

"What?!" Jace cried.

"Something happened...It looks like she's been stabbed, in the stomach," Max answered, and there was a grinding crunch behind Jace. Max winced, and Jace didn't need to look over his shoulder to know that he had completely crumbled his office chair. "You know stomach wounds, boss...Those things are hard." Max bit down on his lip at the furious expression on Jace's face, before rushing on. "Raphael and Theo have her covered at the moment, but if I bring her here, I don't know if I'm going to be able to make another jump with her."

"I'm ringing Cat, I'm going to get her here as soon as possible," Jace was pleading now. "I need you to get her back here, and Cat will take care of her." Max nodded, his hand lifting, and a portal appearing a second later. He stepped through, and then he was gone. Jace lifted his phone to his ear, trying to slow down his breathing, and the rapid pace that his pulse was beating at.

Clary was hurt.

She was injured.

And it sounded bad.

That had happened on his watch.

He was responsible for her.

He had promised her that she would be safe, that he would protect her.

"These are my office hours," Catarina Loss answered the call, her words clipped, clearly annoyed. "The work that I do for you is outside the hours of nine to five." It sounded as though she was going to hang up the phone, and Jace started talking quickly.

"No, Cat, I need you here. I need you here now," Jace tried to keep his voice level, but just like when he was talking to Max, he could tell that his urgency was bleeding through. "It's Clary, and Izzy, and Alec, and maybe more." Catarina was quiet on the other end of the line for a moment before answering.

"I can be there in twenty minutes," she replied. Jace wanted to argue with her, wanted to tell her that that wasn't soon enough, but he knew that she was just being realistic. He couldn't send Alec or Max to her, so it wasn't as though she could be there in a split second, she was going to have to drive over, and her clinic was in the middle of town.

"Okay," Jace said abruptly, pulling his phone away from his ear and throwing it near the table, a lot harder than he should have.

"Izzy..." Alec was trying to wake up his sister. "Izzy!"

"Alec, she's fine," Jace told him, jerking on Alec's good shoulder to turn him around so that he was sitting back down on the ground, facing him. "She's just knocked out, she's still breathing just fine." He hoped that he was right, but at the moment, they needed to focus on getting the bleeding to stop from Alec's shoulder. Catarina would be here soon, and she would be able to make sure that Isabelle was okay. "Come on, take off your shirt," Jace hissed at Alec as he grabbed at the velcro straps of the bullet-proof vest Alec was wearing. Alec groaned as Jace pulled his body forward, not particularly gently, so that he could jerk the vest over his head and throw it to the side.

"Fuck," Alec hissed through clenched teeth as Jace decided against trying to get Alec out of his shirt and just ripped it open instead, tearing off the sleeve and ripping at the neckline so that it was hanging off his torso. He should be calling Magnus, letting him know what was going on with his fiancée, but he needed to stop the bleeding first.

"Come on, Alec, we just need to get the bleeding stopped before Catarina gets here, then she can take care of the rest," Jace told Alec stiffly. Alec jerked his head in a nod, gritting his teeth together as Jace finally got to get a good look at the wound. It was deep, but thankfully not to the bone. The slash in his shoulder was going to create some problems, but hopefully nothing that some physiotherapy couldn't help with. Jace rose on his knees, pulling his belt out from the loops of his jeans and then leaned back toward Alec, looping it underneath Alec's shoulder and then sliding it through the buckle, tightening it, fashioning a tourniquet.

It felt as though time was going so slowly, given when he looked back at the clock, only a few minutes had passed by. But his stomach was in knots, and his usually calm and steady demeanor was completely gone. Alec's breathing was coming out rapid and shallow, and his face was a sickly pale colour, his eyes closed as he leaned his head back against the arm of the chair.

"Alec," Jace's voice was shaking with barely controlled anger and definitely with a little bit of fear. "Alec, I need you to keep your eyes open." Alec's eyes opened again, gritting his teeth as he stubbornly tried to keep his eyes on Jace. Jace nodded at him, letting his friend take his hand and squeeze it tightly, to the point where it felt as though his bones were going to crunch. Jace raised himself onto his knees and stretched over Alec's head toward Isabelle's neck, pressing two fingers against her pulse point. It was fluttering, quickly, and while he was relieved that at least she was still breathing, he knew that both of them needed to be checked over, as quickly as possible.

There was an almost silent sounding 'whoosh', like wind sliding underneath a closed door, and then heavy breathing filled the room, along with a couple of pained noises. Jace spun around to see Max, Raphael, Theo and Clary. Max was standing there, with Clary held tightly in his arms, and Raphael and Theo behind him, one hand on a shoulder each, so that they were able to be transported with him through the portal he created in.

"Holy shit," Jace hissed, his breathing catching in his throat. Raphael rushed over to the couch, taking over from where Jace was holding Alec's hand, and reaching out to put one hand on Isabelle's face, cupping her cheek. Theo helped Max with Clary, the two moving quickly as they strode across the room to where the desk was. Not exactly the most comfortable of locations, but they needed her on something where she could be properly stretched out and on something sturdy.

She was unconscious and she was deathly pale.

And Max hadn't been lying when he said it looked as though she had been stabbed. His shirt was soaked right through with her blood, just from the short trip that they had taken from the street to Jace's office.

He couldn't feel her, in his head.

He could always feel her—even when they were both fast asleep, just lightly wrapped around a piece of his mind, comforting and warm. Just there.

But there was nothing.

Her usually rosy cheeks were pale, and she looked tiny on the desk.

Jace's breathing was hitched, and there was the sound of shattering glass as every single metal object in the office was flung across the room, smashing through the glass that was separating his office from the rest of the buildings floor, the wall shattering across the carpet.

Yesterday was World Mental Health Day, or today is that day for a lot of you, the 10th.

Please be kind to each other, people have so much going on in their heads that just isn't obvious from the outside.

Much love xx