Hello everyone, first of all I would like to thank you all for reviewing my story and not hating it completely. That is pretty much what I am trying not to do! Anyway, here is the next chapter to the odd story that I stole from a brilliant author.

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"Automatons?" Simon repeated, not completely understanding the word.

"Yes," Jace told him sarcastically. "As if it's even possible you seem to have gotten dimmer in the past then you are in the present."

"Jace," Clary said indignantly. "We really don't have time for this."

"Actually," Will pointed out. "You have a lot of time, because unlike us, you don't have psychopath with a mechanical army planning to kill you and your entire race." Will leaned back on the couch and held his hands behind his head. "Please, why don't we all talk about other obvious yet pointless facts? Did you know it might rain later? In London of all places."

They were sitting in various positions on the comfortable furniture located in the sanctuary, the future dwellers sitting on one couch, except for Simon who opted for the floor. While the other sitting on the velvet couch across from them, except for Will who'd opted for the single plush chair that he pulled right next to his best friend but slightly turned away from Tessa. They'd briefly explained to Simon the situation they were in, Mortimer, the mechanical army and even what Tessa was.

"Okay, okay I get that there is a mad man that wants to marry Tessa, and has an army of robots to back him up," Simon reassured the group. "So, what exactly do we do about it?"

"We're not sure," Jem admitted. "Although we do know that having you six here might give us the upper hand against Mortmain."

"But how do we use it?" Isabelle wondered, playing with her electrum whip that looked like a series of golden bracelets. "We don't have many special abilities besides Clary and her runes, Jane's enhanced abilities and Simon being able to go into the sun."

"You forgot my sparkling personality," Jace's added with a dazzling grin that glowed like the sun, looking like an angel with his arm slung over the back of Clary's part of the couch in a casual manner.

"Well, we must do something," Insisted Tessa , pale hands clenching into fists at her sides with a determined light in her eyes that she was known for. "You said yourself; you could use your own technology from the future to help us."

"Okay," Simon ran a hand through his hair. "I hate to be the one to say this-"

"Then don't." Jace suggested and Clary kicked him, albeit lightly.

"But," Simon said impatiently, tapping the floor with his knuckles. "Hello? McFly, we aren't supposed to alter the past."

The blank stares that followed told Simon he was the only one understanding what he meant. Well, except for Clary who rolled her eyes remembering the many hours watching old movies for most of her eighth grade year with Simon.

"I'm sorry," Will recovered first, straightening up in his seat next to Jem. "Did your vampire have some sort of fit?"

"Ugh," Simon growled and stood up. "When we get home I'm renting the Back to the Future movies for you people, you've been seriously deprived. Look you're not supposed to mess with the past too dramatically."

"Why not?" Jace wondered, give Simon a look like an angel but had a bite like the devil, reminding Clary of what Madame Dorothea had once said about the fairy folk.

"Exactly," the older Herondale boy agreed, wagging his finger appreciatively at his descendent for the first time. "Wouldn't changing things for your future be good? I could tell myself what people I don't like are doing and finish them before they'd even done it."

"I shouldn't be surprised," Tessa mumbled. "You'd only use it to seek revenge on your enemies,"

"Not if it changes your future entirely." Simon sighed. "Forget I said anything. I just don't think we should be like whipping out our iPods and phones here alright?"

Clary blushed and looked down at floor remembering showing Tessa her iPod and pictures of her family. Keep it simple Fray, she thought. No more showing off your technology.

"Simon," Jem asked, looking up at the vampire curiously. "You said we shouldn't alter the past, but what if we find out about our future?"

Find out about our future? Tessa wondered curiously. How did they believe they could accomplish such a thing?

Jem smiled faintly. "We should visit someone who's already encountered this before. Someone who would be able to give us the answers to solve our problem."

"Magnus Bane," Clary whispered.

Will snapped his fingers, grinning like a mad man. "Yes, of course! He can send me into the future so I can ask myself what will happen to me!"

The silver haired boy rolled his eyes to the ceiling as if the angel itself would give him the answer of how to deal with his parabti. "No, Will, that's not it."

Jace grinned lazily. "But that's a good idea. Thanks for the idea Gramps,"

"You really think our Magnus would tell us what happens in this time?" Clary asked, hoping to cut the chatter between the boys, knowing that they would continue for hours if she didn't.

"I suppose," Jem mused, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "He is a close ally to us and he recently helped us in an investigation on the vampire DeQuincy."

"You knew DeQuincy?" Jace asked, looking slightly impressed.

"I fought him!" Will said proudly. "We set his place on fire during one of his parties,"

"Oh," Clary remembered the name while studying about a series of influential downworlders. "Right. Wasn't he destroyed while he was in the middle of an important confession?"

"By that moron Benedict," Will growled bitterly. "Honestly, are all Lightwoods so-"

Isabelle jerked her head in Will's direction quickly, nearly hitting Clary with her long dark locks. "So what?"

"Choose your next words carefully," Simon suggested, looking uneasily at the female Shadowhunter he'd grown to know so well. "I've seen her use that whip,"

Jace placed his chin in his hand and leaned forward with a bemused smile. "As much as I would love to see our lovely Isabelle take down my grandfather with her whip," This sparked a disagreement from Will and a smile from everyone else. "We do have a series of tasks at hand, so my suggestion is this. James, my great grandfather, and McFly over there, visit the Magnus' for some information while the girls buy some proper attire."

"What?" Clary demanded just as Isabelle swore.

"He has a point Clary," The dark haired girl acknowledge with a meaningful look at her friend. "Though it's a stupid point at that. We don't have any real clothes and we have no idea how long we're staying. Plus, it would be good to have some girl talk,"

Clary had to admit, it would be nice to talk to Tessa some more and get some clothing she might be more comfortable in, though it seemed impossible that she'd ever be comfortable in dresses and corsets. "Fine,"

"I feel like this is the start of a bad joke," Simon muttered to no one in particular. "Three shadow hunters and a vampire walk into an apartment where a warlock is having a slumber party with himself,"

"If that's the joke, vampire." Jace teased. "That would make you the punch line,"

Clary bit back an annoyed sigh and turned to Tessa. "Do we really trust them not to kill each other on their way to Magnus'?" She didn't. Already things with Simon and Jace were tense, but adding Will into the equation, even with the calm and level headed Jem, things probably wouldn't end well.

Tessa's pale lips pursed as she thought about the chances of the boys returning home without beating themselves to death. From what she'd heard in the hallway she knew it wasn't going to be easy, but she also knew Jem would never let Will hurt anyone who didn't deserve it, or at least try to stop them in any way he could.

"I trust Jem," She admitted, her cheeks flushing with red.

"That's the most sensible thing I've heard since I've sat down," Will announced, standing up gracefully, and not unlike his great grandson. "Take a lesson from our dear Tessa everyone, if you please, the more likely I'll listen."

"Is he always like this?" Simon wondered to no one in particular, but hoping the answer was no.

"Sadly, it gets worse." Jem ran a hand through his odd silvery hair. "You should see him with Gabriel, that's who he really dislikes."

"I don't dislike Gabriel." Will interrupted, crossing his arms, the sleeves of his shirt moved up and the occupants of the sanctuary could see the dark swirl of runes on his wrist. "I hate him, there's a difference."

"Oh god," Clary mumbled, covering her face with a grin, seeing Simon was shaking his head too.

"What's going on with you two?" Isabelle turned her dark black eyes curiously on her red haired friend and the vampire. She would never tell Clary, or anyone for that matter, but she was never comfortable about how close they were. She always felt that she would come second to Clary in Simon's eyes.

"Nothing," Simon assured, attempting to keep a straight face, while Clary still grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"As much fun as all this is," Jace yawned, stretching his long body. "I would rather we go to Magnus' home now, rather than later. I can only imagine the horrors that come out at night in this city,"

"A good point, Jace." Will said properly. "Many of them would also love to get a chance to kill me,"

Tessa grinned. "Like-"

"No," Will snapped. "Not like Six fingered Nigel."

"I was going to say Mortmain." Tessa growled back, her pretty face pulling into a harsh glare.

An awkward silence fell over the teens before they finally broke up into two groups, boys and girls. And while they were leaving, Clary could swear she saw Will look back at Tessa, and didn't notice that Jem was doing the exact same thing.

The drama! *Gasp* I really liked writing this chapter because I got to add in everybody's personalities, and add Simon's awkward references that I knew no one else would get, but hopefully you did and laughed so I won't feel as alone as Simon. Thank you for reading, please leave a review telling me what you think!