Will tore away from her, yanking down his sleeve, his face burning crimson and his dark hair blowing in the wind, impairing his sight and he pushed it back in frustration. A low growl came from deep in his throat and he stormed off, pushing past Tessa and breaking into a run. Tessa watched him, unable to follow him, because of Jem, no matter how much she wanted too. Jem was more important at this moment in time.

"Jace, follow him, please." Tessa said in a demanding tone to Jace who was already on his feet, and speeding off down the path after his ancestor, pulling a glamoured seraph blade from his belt, previously concealed by his jacket. She hitched up her skirt to her ankles, out of habit and walked over to Jem. He stood at the foot of a tall tree that branched off into the blue sky, the leaves raining down on them, the colour made Jem look ghostly. He looks normal again, Tessa thought to herself sadly, sad that it was normal for him to look this ill. Sad, that this is how he has ended up, a ghost of the person he should have been.

"Jem?" He turned to look at her, a warm smile on his face, his smile didn't stretch to the corners of his eyes but it lit up his face. His eyes looked at her sorrowfully.

"It's such a beautiful day Tessa." He sighed, his shoulders dropped as if he had been wishing to say that all of his life. She walked to stand by him, following his gaze to the top of the tree, where sunlight cascaded through the leaves in strange shafts of gold. "It's so colourful. You appreciate it so much more when you don't contain it; I used to have dark hair like Will, dark eyes, a bit of colour to my skin Tess, but now it's left me, but it's still here. In places like this, the blue, the green, the shades of brown, the gray of your eyes. It's wonderful."

Tessa felt a lump forming in her throat; it hurt so much to know that he felt this way. "We need to get you back to the institute Jem, something's not right, you're not well."

He stared back at her with empty eyes, he looked at her for what seemed like minutes but what must have only been a few seconds, and shining tears rose in the corners of his eyes. He tried to blink them away, but they poured down his cheek, down the contours of his nose and the soft shape of his lips. He is really beautiful, she thought. She grabbed his hand, it was warm and he let out a sob.

"I know, Tessa, I know." He leaned onto her shoulders, his silver hair tickling her cheek. She let him stay there for a while, wrapping her arms around him, not caring for the other people that were milling around the park. She could feel him shaking and the fragility of him scared her as she hugged him tighter.

"Jem, we have to go."

"You have to help me Tessa." He whispered, still silently crying onto her shoulder. How could she help him? There must be something she could do but they were stuck over a century in the future, in a whole new country, for Jem anyway. There must be something..."Please."

"I promise Jem, I promise I will do all that I can." She said pushing him away from her and placing both of her hands on the sides of his face, wiping away his tears with her thumb and she kissed him lightly, his hot lips tasting of salt.

"Thank you." He leaned his forehead against hers and rested there.

"Magnus?" Will shouted as he ran through the door of the institute, tearing off his jacket and pulling a seraph blade out of his belt, he whispered its name and it lit up before him, reflecting into the dimly lit entrance hall of the institute. "MAGNUS BANE?"

He huffed in frustration heading over to the rickety lift that sat in the corner, he pulled the doors closed and the slamming metal rang in his ears, he pressed the button he had watched Isabelle press this morning and bounced on the balls of his feet as he waited. He felt like killing Magnus, but of course he wouldn't after everything the warlock had done for him. Magnus had set him free. He felt a pain in his chest as he realised that he never truly would be. He pressed his sweaty forehead against the wall and hit his fist against the dusty mirror. Jem. He watched the rune on his form arm disintegrate again into a jumble of glowing lines.

"Magnus?" He shouted again as he yanked open the doors and stormed out into the corridor, he ran. Doors and stone walls passed by him in a blur, he saw Clary exit a room out of the corner of his eye, with a stele in her hand and a piece of paper in the other. She shouted his name after him, but he ignored her.

"William." Magnus stepped out suddenly in front of him and Will went crashing into his chest, his jacket was covered in studs and they dug into his forearm and he grimaced. Magnus helped Will up but he flinched away.

"No. Don't you help me." Will spat, he was angry at Magnus, he had no intention of hurting him but having a weapon in his hand put him at ease.

"Will, what's wrong?"

"Don't! You must know, you must know what you've done, you gave him the wrong one, how could you?"

"Put the knife down Will." He said raising his hands defensively, "You don't want to hurt me."

"I would, but your kind is damn stubborn when it comes to injuries, it's not worth my time." He put the blade down by his side. He knew he had surrendered easily and became embarrassed by himself.

"Now, what have I done?" He spoke softly as if he was addressing a small child, like he was scared of setting Will off, just in case he attacked him at any second. Will shook his head, he must know? He didn't say anything; he pulled up his sleeve and showed Magnus his parabatai rune. The warlock stared at it open mouthed, watching it just as Tessa had done, his eyes following the monotonous pattern of the lines as they intertwined in and out of each other in a complex rhythm.

"I don't know, I've never seen anything like it." Magnus said quietly, Will scoffed.

"YOU GAVE JEM THE WRONG DRUG YOU IDIOT. He's been acting strangely as if he's been getting better, but he's getting more distant. Not much has happened to him on the outside, but he's losing himself, I can feel it. Magnus, I can feel it."

"Stop it, Will. You're working yourself up. "

"I will not stop, where did you take us the other night?"

"To get yin fen, to help you brother, to keep him alive Will" He said your brother in a strained voice as if it pained him to say it.

"No, no you didn't what did you give him?"

"You think I intended to give Jem the wrong drug, you think I want him to be ill, Will? Do you seriously think that I don't care about him?"

"No, I-"

"I care about you, and I care about Jem, I would never ever sabotage that. Are you so single minded to think that Herondale?"

"Single minded?" Will shouted, almost furious at the warlock now. "You don't know what I've been through for Jem, I can't afford to think of the options, his life is too important to me."

"Will, I'm sorry, I can help him." He said after a long pause.

"You better."

I hope you liked it, I cried.