"Good morning everyone." Henry beamed at the sight if the institute's table filled with shadow hunters, new and old.

"Morning, dear." Charlotte said distractedly, going through a series of papers on her desk. Henry knew that she always did that when she was nervous, or when she had a particularly bad problem to solve, but it seemed a bit of both this morning.

"I just want to know where you went last night!" Jace demanded, glaring at his ancestor who was fuming in his seat. "You were gone all night, so where we're you?"

"The Devil's Tavern?" Jem asked coolly. "Or the mermaid? Take any pick, Will."

"Does he always go out drinking?" Clary asked, always the curious one.

"Always," Tessa rolled her eyes, though she knew it wasn't true. "That's how he met Nine fingered Nigel and-"

"What I do at night is none of your concern!" Will snapped, shaking the table hard enough that tea sloshed over the sides of Jessamine's cup.

"Will!" She shrieked, pulling away her gown as if he'd threaten to pour it all down her front. "You were back around one am," Izzy pointed out, shaking her head. "You must be a bit of a lightweight. If I wanted to get drunk, I wouldn't be back till dawn. Or storm into someone else's house."

Jem laughed at that and Will glared. "What is it with you Lightwoods?"

"What is it with you Herondales?" Clary asked. "Whenever you drink you get into trouble."

"I resent that!" Jace gasped. "Even intoxicated I am a perfect angel."

"You picked a fight with Luke's pack." Clary said.

"Your step father, correct?" Tessa asked, her grey eyes wide.

"Your step father's a werewolf?" Henry asked with a gasp.

"You picked a fight with the whole lot of them?" Will asked.

"Yes." He and Clary said in unison.

"Impressive!" Will said with a grin and clapped Jace on the shoulder. "Perhaps we are related."

"You're step father is a werewolf?" Charlotte asked, her dark eyes wide as she stared at Clary. "I thought Simon was a bit strange, but your mother marrying a pack leader? That's completely unheard of."

"He was a shadow hunter first." Clary said, a bit indignantly on Luke's behalf. "He was changed before I was born and he's protective and a great father."

Charlotte blinked and raised her hands, palms up. "I meant no disrespect, I'm just merely surprised."

"You new yorkers don't seem to care about what other people think, do you?" Jessamine asked, staring down at her dress bitterly. "No, disrespect Tessa."

"None at all," Tessa muttered, she looked up and met Jem's silvery eyes swimming with worry when Sophie appeared at Charlotte's side and bobbed her head in a curtsy.

"Sophie?" Charlotte's face puckered with worry. "What is it?"

"Magnus Bane requests the company of Miss Fairchild, Miss Lightwood and Mister Herondale. Privately. " She explained, head lowered. From that position, you could hardly even see her scar.

"Alright, bring him to the drawing room then." Charlotte stood and gestured at the shadow hunters from the future. "I'll take you three there personally. Meanwhile, Jem, Will, Tessa and Jessie, I want you to go to the library and do some research-"

Jessamine sighed bitterly, and loudly. "Must I? I have the most dreadful headache."

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Alright, Jessamine, you rest in your room while the others research what they can about Mortmain, I know the clave is doing an investigation, but I believe we should do our part too. And Henry?" She turned and saw her husband was scribbling something on a napkin. "I... I'll take you three to the drawing room. Come."

. . .

"So, you're…"

"The Magnus from this time, yes."

"Oh."

Alec stood at the doorway of Camille's home, he hated thinking it of hers but he couldn't wrap his head around it being Magnus'. Magnus' home was the ever changing apartment with Chairmen Meow and his love lust neighbors.

Sitting on one of the high backed sofas was Magnus, wearing a dark blue waistcoat, almost the same shade as Alec's eyes, he realized, and a dark jacket looking perfectly at ease in the vampire's mansion. His hair was still spiked but without its trademark glitter and his cat eyes regarded him interestingly.

"Where's Magnus?" Alec asked, blushing suddenly, though he didn't know why. "I mean, well, er-my Magnus."

"The London Institute. It seems he had some business he wanted to get cleared up with your friends and he didn't want to wake you." The past Magnus raised his eye brows suggestively. "Apparently, you two had a long night."

Alec felt himself blushing darker as he sputtered. "That is none of your- I mean what he and i-but he is-" He shook his head. "It doesn't matter. Why didn't he wake me? I would've liked to go."

Magnus laughed in the deep baritone that made Alec's heart flutter. "He thought you'd needed the rest and I'm sure he'll explain what's going on when he returns. He worries. Completely new concept to me, and I'm more surprised he's doing it. And he is me."

Alec sighed and sat down in the chair across from Magnus, slumping down low. It was a habit of his, trying to make himself scarce. "What? Worrying about Shadowhunters?"

"Worrying about anyone for that matter." Magnus smiled, ruefully. "I've always been a sort of self-sufficient warlock, never really worried much about anything. And why should I? I never needed much of anything. Wanted stuff sure, but needed, well." He shook his head. "But, my future self is worried, especially about you. He needs you."

"You've never needed anybody before?" Alec asked. Figures, his own Magnus wouldn't tell him anything but the past one would.

"Not really." Magnus shook his head, his golden eyes misted over in a memory. "My mother as never really the mothering type so I got over that quickly and growing up why worry? Magic seemed to solve all my problems." At Alec's look he laughed. "Oh, I know what you're thinking. Camille. No, I never really needed her or the others. They were a good way to spend time but, that was all. I grew fond of them, but I trusted that they'd do well enough on their own.

"But it seems that you're the one who's turned that around. I see the way I look at you, and it's with that need that I never thought I could have, the need to do good, the need to make sure you're okay, and be what you needed. . . " He trailed off, staring. "The need to make you happy. It's almost frightening, hell it is frightening, that just one person, a shadow hunter of all people, could change so much of my thinking."

Alec was quiet for a moment then. "Are you upset? That I changed you so much?"

"Upset?" Magnus scoffed. "I'm down right excited. I don't think I've looked happier than I do in the future and I can't wait till you and your little shadow hunter friend's crash my party." He shook his head, still grinning. "Your Magnus was right. Camille may be my past, but you, you are defiantly my future. And it's sure as hell a bright one."