Chapter 5

Summer laid in her bed with the paper crumpled in her hand. She couldn't stop reading it even though she had it memorized by now.

She didn't know what to do, and for once in her life, she thought it was too personal to even ask her parabatai for help. Summer wanted someone new like Clary but smarter to tell the story to, that wouldn't base there advice on their fondness of her.

Almost everyone who ever met her, liked Summer. She was polite and sweet, but utterly genuine. Even the Silent Brothers loved her. Asking an opinion on a matter like this where she had been so betrayed, is out of question with anyone.

She ran her hands through her hair, twisting it into a knot. She grabbed a clip twisted her hair into it and slid out of bed, in her pajama shorts and tank top.

She opened the window and sat on it, four stories up enjoying the fresh air. She traced her mark and her wings expanded.

Summer jumped out and hung in the air, not moving anything but her wings. She had told Jace that she was getting sick by the pollution, but that wasn't true.

She just wanted more time to herself to think about it. The sky was her favorite place, and she would never tire of it.

There was this building with a patio on the roof and a wishing well not to far from the institute, and that is Summer was headed when she started gliding through the air.

She gently landed on the edge looking down fifty stories. When she was young her father had tried to teach her how to fly by teaching her what it felt like to fall. He never let her hit the ground always caught her in the air, but she learned.

She had been afraid of heights then, but once her wings promised that she wouldn't hit the ground, Summer grew to love being so high.

"I knew you weren't going to sleep", Peter's voice said distracing her from her thoughts. Summer whirled around and he was standing behind her. Peter frowned a little.

"No weapons, no sensor, I was two inches away from you and you hadn't noticed, I could have killed you", he said.

"There's wards on this place, if you were not to be trusted you wouldn't have even been able to get up here", Summer replied hopping off the ledge so he would stop panicking.

Peter who was a good 5 inches taller than her pulled her back softly. "What's on your mind?", he asked.

Summer thought about telling him. She knew he wouldn't be able to give her advice, but she wanted him to know anyways. She took the note from her pocket and read it out loud to him.

"Dear Summer,

I don't even know how to begin this letter, but I want you to understand that I didn't want to abandon you. I love you, that hasn't changed. I doubt it ever will.

I don't know if you've missed me, but I've missed you so much you can't even imagine. Summer, I'm sorry for not keeping you with your brother, I meant to send you to Idris as well, but the thought of leaving my only daughter out of my reach pained me.

I love Will too, but he's always been so much more independent, and strong, so much like your mother. Even his name was so much a part of her, when she left, I couldn't handle it anymore.

I was wrong, I'm sorry, and I know you haven't recieved any of my other messages and I thought, perhaps it was better that way.

I sent this one to you personally, because Will has been recieving his. I'm afraid he isn't as protected as you are.

They gave him a week break to come here. He's in my apartment at this very moment. I know I'm not worth forgiving, but twins aren't supposed to be kept apart. Come visit him, he misses you.

Your father, Magnus Bane."

Peter stared at her his mouth hanging wide open. "Will is here?", he asked. Summer nodded. Peter sighed very softly and grabbed her hand.

"When did you get this letter?", he asked.

"Two days ago."

"And have you gone to see him?"

"No. I don't know if I should", Summer replied looking up and meeting his soft brown eyes.

"Summer, I've only been dating you for two years, but I was your friend before. I remember answering your calls at two am, with you crying about how much it hurt, missing him. You didn't even know if he was alive. You have to go see him."

Summer wasn't expecting this, she was expecting him to keep her as far away from her father as possible.

"What about my dad?", she asked.

"Think about it Summer what makes you feel worse the betrayal he gave to you, or the grief you felt over your brother?"

Summer didn't answer out loud, but the answer was written all over her face. "Go see him Summer", Peter said kissing her forehead. "Now?", Summer asked looking at the sky which was turned black by nightfall.

"Yes Summer, I'm sure they'll understand why this couldn't wait."

"What about you, do you want me to take you to the Institute before I go?"

"No, come get me afterwards, I want to make sure, you're still okay when you get home", Peter said as he moved to sit on the well.

"I don't know how long this will take", Summer argued.

"I'm fine Summer, go." He playfully shooed her with his hands. Summer stretched her wings, which had been folded down her back and nodded. She lifted into the air still facing Peter.

She steadied herself on his shoulders ad kissed his lips softly. "I love you", she said. Peter smiled and kissed her back. "I love you too", he said, then gently moved her hands.

She turned and flew off. When she reached the address on the paper she traced her mark making her wings disappear.

She pressed the buzzer. "Who is it and what do you want?", her father's tired voice called through the speaker. It was so familiar she almost turned and ran.

Her voice shook as she answered. "It's Summer", she said and she was almost surprised he heard her.

He gasped, but it caught at his throat and he choked on a sob. She heard and could imagine him hesitating at the door. She heard rustles and then the door opened on the second floor.

Her father stood in the doorway with his hand over his mouth. He wasn't wearing anything glamourous. He was wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt. His black hair falling carelessly around his head.

Tears streamed past his eyes and onto his hand. He looked as if he was going to come downstairs, but then he was roughly pushed out of the way.

Will was suddenly standing in front of him. His brown hair had grown out and he wore it almost as long as Jace's. His green eyes, were identical to hers.

His mark of magic wasn't as visible as hers, and didn't activate wings. Summer's eyes trailed to it a small elegant twist on his shoulder. Will could levitate things, he didn't need the mark, it was purely for show, like a birthmark.

She hadn't been staring at him for over a few seconds before he had ran down the stairs and wrapped his arms around her. She put her head between his neck and his shoulder and let her held back tears spill.

"You're alive", Will said, relief flooding his soft voice. She pulled her head back, but remained in his arms.

Will watched her face search his. She felt so delicate in his arms, four years. He hadn't seen Summer in four years. One of her hands touched the mark on his shoulder while the other pushed his bedhead back.

"It's been so long", Summer whispered tears streaming down her face. Will could feel her tenseness and gently started playing with her hair, it's color another magical mark.

"Summer", he said and she stood perfectly still listening to how foreign it sounded to hear him say her name. He seemed to notice it too.

"Summer", he tried again, saying it with more lightness. "I've missed you so much, you're so tall", he said. Summer laughed through her tears. "I haven't seen you in four years and the first thing you tell me is that I'm so tall?", she asked still laughing.

Will laughed too. "I'm not good with speeches", he said. "I suppose somethings don't change it's nice to know that you're still you", Summer tried to say lightly, but her voice cracked.

"Don't cry, I'm here now, it's okay", Will said sitting on the bottom step of the stairs. She sat next to him and coughed. "Tell me about it, what's it like in Idris?", Summer said looking up at him.

"Lonely, I suppose, I've been living with Ragnor Fell and Catarina Loss and their warlocks so they can't enter, I've only visited Idris and I was too scared to talk to anyone", Will said.

Summer looked deflated. "Hey it's okay, I've got you now right?", Will said lifting her chin. "Of course, but four years, with no one to talk to, it sounds terrible", Summer said guiltily.

"There's nothing you could have done", Will said softly. "My boyfiend lives in Idris, I could have had him look or something", Summer said bitterly.

"Boyfriend?", Will asked startled. "I suppose I wasn't exactly lonely", Summer admitted. Will didn't waver, he glanced down at Summer's abdomen pointedly. She looked down and noticed that her tank top had ridden up, showing a part of parabatai rune.

"I've been living in the institute here, with the Lightwoods and Jace, I'm parbatai with Isabelle Lightwood", Summer explained.

Will touched her face gently, holding her like a porclein doll. She shivered in the cold, so much of her bare skin exposed. Will wrapped his arm around her and brought her closer to him, trying to keep her warm.

"You're going to get sick", he said protectively. Summer opened her mouth to say something.

"Summer, I know that this is hard for you, but come inside he's right you're going to get sick", Magnus said grabbing a jacket and holding it out to her.

Summer didn't want to show that she needed help, but she was cold so she grabbed it and put it on.

"I'm a Shadowhunter, we don't get colds", Summer argued, but she was grateful for the extra layer.

"Please just hear me out, you used to love me, you can't deny that", Magnus said softly.

"You used to love me too, I'm pretty sure that changed when you abandoned me on the steps of the Institute cold and unconscious", Summer snapped.

Will looked alarmed. "He did what?", he demanded. Summer looked at him questioningly. "He told me he introduced you, and that they said they would take care of you", Will said with a look of pure anger.

"He tallked to you, you knew what was happening?", Summer asked hurt by being less taken care of.

"You didn't?", Will asked. Summer shook her head. Will stood white hot fury burning in his eyes. He stepped towads their father. Summer grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"I couldn't the Lightwood's didn't like me, I knew they would find out, but she's so likeable I hoped they would grow on her before they did."

Magnus didn't say this defensively, he said it with a sadness that calmed his son. "Summer, will you stay tonight, just let me talk to you, explain", Magnus pleaded.

"You don't deserve to talk to me, I came to see Will", she spat. Magnus bit his lip and nodded. Will looked at her gently. "He's matured since then, I think maybe you should give him a chance", Will said.

Summer looked at him and thought of how much she missed him. "Maybe, but I can't tonight, I sort of left my boyfriend on a roof and he's expecting me to take him back to the Institute", Summer explained.

Will's face softened then tightened alarmingly. "You live with your boyfriend", he gasped. Magnus looked up quickly. "No he's just staying for the night he leaves tommorow", Summer said.

Will relaxed. "Can I stay the night too?", he asked. Summer smiled her heart lifting. "Of course you can", she said.

Summer connected the belt she had grabbed on the way over here around her waist. She held one of the extensions out to him.

"Want to have some fun?", she asked excited. Will looked terrified but he let her strap him into the belt.

"Have you done this before?", he asked nervously.

"All the time, I'm actually pretty good at it", Summer said proudly. Will nodded, gulping.

Summer traced the mark and her wings appeared folded down her back as she had left them. She spread them out, and Will jerked away from her.

"They're huge!", he exclaimed. Summer smiled. "Last time I saw them they were only as long as your arms now they're like double", he said shocked.

Summer stretched them up. "And they're taller than you by a lot, how strong are they?", he asked.

"I've torn apart entire rooms with them", Summer said. Will smiled a smile that spread so far it looked painful.

"By the angel, I have missed you so much", Will said. "I've missed you too, you'll have to show me you're little gift later", Summer said then tilted her head slightly.

"What?", Will asked looking at her peculiar expression. She smiled deviously, and then they were airborne.

Will grabbed on to her shoulders as she flipped in a circle and started flying so fast he was forced against her.

She tucked her wings and they plunged downwards. Will gasped, but didn't have time to scream because they immediately started going up.

Summer leveled herself out and flew calmly the last four miles to the rooftop. Will seemed relaxed, and at home with her. He reached an arm out and stroked the feathers closest to her back.

Summer smiled, but she didn't feel it, she had no nerves in her wings. "This is amazing", Will declared.

"What is?", Summer asked unsure what he meant.

"Everything, you being alive, getting to see you again, talking to you, flying with you, just everything."

"I'm just trying not to dissapoint you."

Will looked at her quickly. "Summer, you could never dissapoint me, you mean so much to me, the fact that you are even breathing makes me proud."

She smiled at him and hovered over the roof for a while. "I'm so glad you found me Will, I thought you might heve been dead and that's why he sent me away", Summer whispered.

"I'm so sorry, I at least knew you were alive when he left I at least had a few days of peice of mind", Will said, and they landed on the roof.