Didn't like this chapter still so I re did it for the third time ugh. No need to re-read it. Just a few little things that irritated me, and a few sentences here and there.

BUT! Expect a brand new chapter tonight! Or tomorrow if I forget!

Jace opened his eyes to see his bedroom ceiling. Considering he completely passed out it wasn't surprising to him, though it was a bit of a low blow to pass out from one injury in front of his boyfriend and parabatai. What was surprising was to not feel the injury, and there wasn't any pain. Magnus was the only reason why that would be.

His hand reached under the blanket to stroke over his naked stomach—he noticed he had on his boxers, and hoped it was Harry who had stripped him and not the warlock—where the gruesome wound had been, but nothing was now. Not even the tiny bump of a scar.

There was a creaking noise, and he turned his head to see Harry siting in a chair next to the bed. He was changed from his boxers and shirt into a stripped sweater and jeans. Jace noticed an empty wrapper from a chocolate bar—Harry ate the stuff when he was upset—on the side table. There was a weary look on his face that nearly aged him a few years, but even with the weary look, he still smiled when he saw Jace sit up; it didn't reach his eyes.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Two hours," Harry replied.

Jace frowned at the drone-like way he said that.

When Harry stood up in a swift motion, Jace was shocked to see the weariness from his worrying gone and replaced with anger. He couldn't fathom why Harry would be angry at him. Especially when he was the hurt one who had passed out.

Harry pointed firmly at him once, and said, "You are not leaving to your Shadowhunter duties, not until I say so."

Jace only smiled at the dramatics. "Harry—"

"No."

Jace's smile fell. There was a crack in Harry's voice, and the hand that was pointing at him was shaking. Maybe he wasn't angry after all. There was always something deeper when it came to anger, though, he knew that from experience.

He pushed down the blanket to his legs, about to jump down from the bed. "Harry? What is it, love?"

The wizard shook his head. His hair was messier, probably from fussing with it. "Jace, I haven't… It's been years since I've seen anything like that. I was in a war for my entire school life, and even when my classmates and teachers, and my friends, even when they were hurt or died, I…" Harry licked at his lips, and he swallowed loudly. "I was afraid and scared then, but I've never been this afraid before."

"Afraid of what?" Jace asked, though he knew the answer.

Harry laughed humorlessly. His eyes shinned from moisture. "For Merlin's sake, you reckless hunter, I watched you practically bleeding to death on your sofa, and it was the worst thing I've ever seen! And you know what I've seen, don't you? I saw horrible things, Jace; ever since I was 11 I saw horrible, unimaginable things. And what broke me was watching you just lay there, so…hurt and in pain, watching you suffer—"

Jace held up a hand. "Harry, it really wasn't that bad—" he tried to say, but was interrupted.

"No, Jace." The tears shining were about to fall, but Harry just stood there trembling and glared at him fiercely, wiping his eyes harshly with the back of his hand. "I know you've been through worse pain, I know," he said shakily. "But still, having to see it for myself…having to see you…like that… It was too much."

Jace saw the fear in Harry, and he knew the fear. Of war. War, battles and blood, and the fighting that never seemed to cease. The strategies and plans that either succeeded or totally failed. There was always fear, because without it how could one be a good warrior?

He knew what Harry went through, but this was what broke him? Seeing Jace wounded, and not even that live threatening? Jace didn't know whether Harry was stupid or just extremely caring—well, it was obviously the latter, because Harry Potter was not an idiot. It didn't make sense for Harry, after all he had seen, what he said he had seen, to be afraid of what he was afraid of. Unless there was something Jace wasn't seeing, and he usually saw everything.

When Harry covered his face and said, "What if you hadn't made it back to me?" Jace couldn't take anymore.

He jumped from the bed to wrap him up in his arms and tell him exactly what he said two hours ago. "Harry," he whispered in his ear, "I will always make it back to you."

Harry choked on his tears. "What if—"

"No, you can't think about all the 'what if's'," he said, crushing Harry impossibly tight to him.

Walls were tumbling down, walls Harry had kept up to hide things from Jace—walls he did not know about, until now. For whatever reason, Harry kept this fear of Jace not returning, dying out hunting, hidden. It never came up in the nights he stayed here and Jace left, or in the nights they talked forever only to have Jace go patrol with Alec and Isabelle.

He wished Harry told him sooner, so he could calm this irrational fear. He was a trained hunter, he knew what he was doing. But that was just how Harry was. He cared and looked after others, but sometimes, when it came to his self, he didn't seem to get that he should be cared for, too. He always waited too long to say anything when it came to his own doubts and worries.

There was one time it was worse than this. When Harry was a child he was abused by his relatives, his aunt and uncle and even his cousin. Nothing was said to his wizard friends when he started school and it wasn't until he was 16 his close friends Ron and Hermione found out by seeing Harry black and blue at the train. Harry was put with Remus Lupin later, when the war was over, and Sirius Black joined them, along with Teddy once his mother passed. Harry stayed until he moved out, which was only a year or so.

Jace only read about that, and heard a little about them staying together from Harry. But he still wished he could find Harry's family and make them pay, somehow.

Harry was holding onto him, his face pressed into Jace's bare chest. The sweater he wore rubbed against his skin, and his hot tears trickled down slow.

Harry was shaking. Jace shushed him, trying to calm the sobbing wizard by rubbing his back, and kissing the side of his head lightly. "I did make it back, didn't I?"

"Yes," Harry mumbled.

Jace smiled. "If something like this happens again, I will still make it back to you, okay? I'm Jace Lightwood. I'm practically indestructible."

Harry huffed. He looked up, eyebrows raised. His nose was red, and his lashes completely soaked like Jace's chest. "Indestructible? Then what was this?" Harry asked, poking at the spot where he had been hurt.

Jace shrugged a shoulder. "Accidents happen to the best of us."

Harry didn't say anything, but he looked slightly less upset. There was silence for a moment. "Jace?"

"Yeah?"

"I think…I think I might…" Harry stopped mid-sentence, and avoided Jace's questioning look by pressing his face back on to his bare chest again, his nose rubbing sweetly along the toned skin, breathe heavy and hot. His hands were warm on Jace's lower back. "Never mind."

Jace looked down at the head of hair, and he put his fingers in it lightly. "You're sure?"

"Yeah," Harry replied. He lifted his head to look at the bedroom door. "Magnus and Alec are still here. They wanted to talk about what happened."

And if that wasn't avoidance then Jace wasn't the defeater of Valentine—and he was. But, no matter how hard he wanted to pester Harry into telling him whatever it was he was trying to avoid, Harry was right.

So he started leading them with his hand in Harry's to the door, but Harry tugged him back and kissed him before he could touch the handle. Jace tasted chocolate on Harry. It was short, and fast, but Jace was never unhappy with Harry's kisses—not counting the one before he left and got mauled with a spell later.

With their lips slightly touching still, Harry said, "I'm glad you're okay."

"Always am."

"That's a lie." Harry stepped from their embrace, a twist on his mouth and eyebrow raised. He still looked weary and now slightly wrecked, with the sobbing and the little fiery kiss, but Harry was held together, for now.

"One more thing."

"What?" Jace asked.

"Please put on a shirt and pants. I don't want Magnus or Alec to have a heart attack."

Jace chuckled, but did as Harry asked. He grabbed an old faded tank top and slid it on. "I don't know why it matters. They've both seen me naked."

Harry's mouth dropped. "What? I mean, I understand Alec seeing you nude, but Magnus?"

Jace grinned. "Well…that's a story for another time."

_BREAK_

The smell of herbal tea hit Jace's nose when they entered the living room. Magnus and Alec were sitting close on the sofa, and the warlock had tea setting on his table, two fancy cups only the warlock could have bought—or stolen—and a kettle on a towel. They looked mostly empty now. Jace vaguely remembered Magnus being addicted to tea.

Alec smiled at them. His jacket was gone and Jace saw that his arm was fine, and Jace was happy that both of them came away without scars from the wizards' attack. Scars were nothing to be proud of when you had stele's and a magical healing warlock.

Magnus nodded at him. "Glad to see the wounded has awoken. That cutting hex was a nasty one."

Jace sat on his recliner, and Harry plopped himself on his lap like Jace was Santa Claus—he wasn't objecting, mind. "Never been hit with wizard magic before, but I'm pretty resilient."

Harry leaned back in the chair, his arm around the back of it. Jace kept his arm around Harry's waist. Harry's face was red and he knew everyone knew he was crying, but he kept a stone hard face on and asked, "Tell me what happened again."

So Jace and Alec, from the first spell to the walk back to Jace's apartment, in full detail, explained everything they saw and heard.

Magnus seemed interested in the silencing spell. "If it was a silencing charm like you think, they must have been waiting for you to arrive to attack. That means they would have to know where you would be."

"We normally patrol around that area," Alec said. "It's a dangerous part of the city."

Jace nodded. "It had a lot of bad activity in the past, demons and other Downworlders and even a few mundane crimes. We keep it in check."

"But for wizards to wait to attack you two," Harry said, a frown in his voice and on his lips, "I just don't understand. Wizards don't hate Shadowhunter's or anything. It's not like the Werewolf and Vampire feud."

Magnus hummed. "No, I've never heard of hunters or wizards having any feud. But there doesn't have to be a feud for them to attack. Maybe they were after just one of you. Jace or Alec, not specifically Shadowhunter's." He wrapped his arm around Alec's shoulders. "Did you piss off any wizards lately?"

Alec grumbled, but leaned in closer to Magnus's embrace. "Neither of us ever had any contact with wizards that would be considered bad enough for them to fight us. And aside from Harry, we never really spoke to any for a long period of time before."

Harry sucked in a large breath of air, and Jace looked up to him and squeezed him once. His face was slightly pale, and his eyes were wide. "Harry, are you okay?"

"It's because you're with me," Harry whispered in slight awe.

"What?"

Harry squirmed on his lap—normally Jace would be hard, and he sort of was, but at moments like this he had to focus—and looked down at Jace. "Well…there are a lot of wizards who don't like me dating a Shadowhunter. The Prophet has been saying things…"

"Harry, why didn't you tell me?"

"Yeah, it would've been nice to know," Alec murmured, and Magnus shushed him.

"Well, they always gossip about me. I didn't know they'd hurt you." He paused. "And we don't even know if it's because of that. It could be anything."

Alec leaned forward a little bit, and he didn't look convinced. "What else could it be?" he asked.

Harry shrugged. "I don't know. I just…can't believe my own people would do this." The hand that wasn't holding the back of the recliner ghosted across Jace's stomach, over the tank, and Jace saw and heard the little gasping noise, like he was remembering what it looked like. Harry looked into Jace's eyes. "Just because you're a Shadowhunter? It's preposterous."

"I've seen it happen," Magnus said, "And surely you have to."

Harry tensed. "I…" he didn't say anything else, just bit at his lip.

Magnus continued. "There are those who think themselves above others. They think they have the right to punish or kill. It's preposterous to you, but they think they have the right to hurt him. It probably is to scare him away… Or that was just the first attack of many."

Harry flinched, but Jace knew he flinched because it was true. Harry nodded slightly. "I just don't want you to get hurt, Jace."

Jace hummed. "I won't be. Not anymore, now that I'm expecting it."

"How do we find out if it is the truth?" Alec asked. "They left and we didn't see their faces, and I barely wounded one of them before they escaped."

He remembered the wound, watching Alec rush at the wizard with speed and agility, and remembered the wizard curling in and he remembered the blood on Alec's blade.

The blood, Jace thought.

"Alec. Have you cleaned your blade yet?"

Alec frowned. "Not yet. Why?"

Magnus stood up, leaving Alec to sit there confused, seeming in sync with Jace's thoughts—which was a little disturbing. "I think I should go fetch some things," the warlock said.

"What? What's happening?" Harry asked, looking from one person to the other.

"What things?" Alec asked Magnus, standing from his seat to stare at his boyfriend.

Magnus was putting on his coat, and he slipped his arms into it. "Things to track this wizard with. The blood on the blade will be plenty to track him down; I just need more supplies to work with the blood."

Harry stood up, too. He looked back down at Jace. "My godfathers have a special supply of veritaserum. We can use it when we find this wizard. I'll call them on your cell phone." He went down the hallway, where Jace left his phone on the nightstand in his bedroom.

Jace stood up. "Your blade?" he asked Alec.

Alec led him towards the kitchen, where it lay against one of the walls beside the entry way. Red blood was coated on the sharp tip like a second skin, and a few drops had splattered on his carpet turning it pink before it dried.

"Go with Magnus and help him find what he needs," he told Alec. "Harry and I will talk with his godfathers."

Just as Alec left with Magnus out the door, Harry came out. He gave him a small smile. "They're on their way over now with the serum. Teddy has to come, too, but we can leave him in your room with some toys to keep him quiet. Oh, and Sirius is bringing some firewhiskey."

Jace grinned at the thought of the firewhiskey. "I think we might get along, after all."

Can you believe this year is almost over? It's really weird because I haven't done anything aside from write some fanfiction haha :) oh, and obsesses over One Direction's new album (don't judge, I love their music…and their faces…and their bodies).

-Eve