This is a flashback...
I'm writing about Moira meeting Alec but still trying to figure out if they like each other.
Anyway this story doesn't really have a timeline to match in the book.
We know that Will and Moira have a connection and maybe this was the start to it...
hmmmm...spoilers!
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Will had made sure his parabatai Jem was truly asleep before leaving his side. The Welshmen was walking down the corridor toward his room to retrieve a clean shirt, when he heard voices down the hall. Will wasn't in a very good mood for conversation so late into the night. So he stepped into the dark doorway of a room and waited until they passed. The voices grew closer and Will could make out what they were saying in the echoes of the hall.
"... have truly helped each of us here and I do not know how to repay you." Will recognized Charlotte's tired voice
"I am afraid I do not understand." Will was surprised to hear the warlock, Moira Bane. She had been staying at the institute translating old demon text in search of a cure for Jem. He rarely saw her as she shut herself in the library, with the request not to be disturbed.
Their voices were getting closer to Will and his hiding place.
"Moira, you have helped us more than you know. But Jem has asked us to stop searching for a cure and we respect his wishes."
Moira quickly answered, "Let me continue Charlotte. I am so close! Brother Enoch has agreed to help me find a few tricky ingredients. Jem does not need to know. I also am awaiting on scrolls from the Silent City. I have yet to read them, but we should not give up the search!"
They were now right in his eye sight. Charlotte was wearing a light brown dress, her dark runes visible on her light skin. Moira had a dark blue cloak that reached the floor, her tan skin glowed in the witch light of the hall.
"I am sorry Moira. I do not think that we will be needing your services anymore." Charlotte reached out and touched the warlocks arm gently and they smiled at each other. Charlotte then continued down the hall and out of sight. Will looked back toward Moira who had her back to him. She just stood there staring after Charlotte, then so suddenly that it made will jump she turned and marched back the way they had come. Will had caught the expression on her face and it was anger.
Will followed the warlock down the hall, thankful for a silent rune he applied early so to not wake Jem. Moira was walking no, nearly running down the hall toward the library. When She reached the room, she threw the doors open and unclasping her cloak from around her throat and throwing it on a chair. Will peered inside from the door frame, staying out of sight.
He saw her standing in front of the table where demon scrolls littered the wooden surface and cold candles with their wax drippings sat in their holders. In one quick movement Moira swept her hands across the table and all the scrolls, books and candles fell to the floor. Moira turned and stood before the small window in the room, her back to Will. Her shoulders were rising and falling quickly with frustration. Then with a swipe of her hand the large wooden table flipped over with a bang that Will was sure could be heard through the Institute and maybe even the streets. Will caught a faint shimmer around her hands and he knew her magic was responsible for the table.
"Ms. Bane? I'm sorry for disturbing you." Will stepped from his hiding place, but Moira gave no sign that she heard him.
"Ms. Bane? I understand the frustration of not finding a cure." Will carefully approached the warlock, but she still kept her back towards him. Carefully Will reached out and placed a hand on Moira's shoulder. The warlock spun on her heel and faced the Shadowhunter. Wills mouth fell open, Moira's usually beautiful brown and blue eyes were covered over in a thick fog of grey. She seemed to be looking beyond Will at something he couldn't see.
"Moira?"
Before Will could plant his feet properly like he was trained to, a force pushed him back so hard he slid across the room until colliding with the opposite wall. He glanced back at Moira her powers were out of control, books were flying off the shelves the window in the small room flew open with an unseen force.
"Moira please listen to me!" Will yelled over the commotion
Moira whipped her head in his direction. She stretched her hand out to him and Will felt a pressure around his neck he realized that Moira meant to kill him. Her anger and emotion toward not being able to find a cure in time had taken over her. Will felt himself being lifted off the floor his feet dangling in the air, being pushed up against a bookshelf, helpless. Then the library doors pushed open and Magnus stood in the doorway his expression was cool.
"Moira!" Magnus yelled over the commotion
"Moira stop! This is not helping anybody! Jem is still okay and if you stop this you can save Will!" Magnus's cat eyes met Wills blue ones, his vision was starting to darken and his throat was begging for fresh clean air.
Will looked over at Moira her hand not holding Will was clenched into a fist and slowly it relaxed, the remaining books on the shelves stopped flying. Moira started to blink slowly with every blink the fog over her eyes disappeared and her mismatched ones returned. Will struggled against the invisible force. Moira realized what had happened gasped and released Will. He fell to the floor on hands and knees gasping for air. After a couple of calming breaths he looked across the room. Moria was on her knees tears streaming down her face and Magnus was crouched beside her whispering to her. Will and Moira made eye contact and she clasped a hand over her mouth.
"Will I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." She mumbled behind her mouth
Will stood up on shaky legs and then kneeled beside Moira, opposite Magnus. He wasn't mad he wasn't anything.
"I'm glad Jem has someone like you." Moira looked up at him as his hoarse words came out
"I just wanted to help, I knew the possibility of failure, but I wasn't prepared to be stopped so soon from a cure."
Will took Moira's hand in his.
"There is no cure, you have been through these scrolls hundred times. Anything that seemed a cure would only prolong Jems life, but for how long?" Will never wanted to admit this to himself, yin fen only helped Jem, but it was no prolonged cure.
Moira's leaned her head away, then quietly she spoke.
"It seems I have made a bit of a mess in your library." Will looked down at her and she lifted her head with a giant smile on her face. Magnus started to laugh and soon Will was also.
After an hour of a combination between Magnus's magic and upper body strength from Will and Moira, they had the library back to normal. Will looked over at Moira.
"I am really thankful for your help." He extended a hand towards the warlock and she took his hand in hers. They didn't say another word as Will walked the two warlocks to the front door of the Institute and they stepped out into the dark air of London.