A ringing noise awoke Magnus from the vision he'd been seeing for months: A city with bone towers where blood ran in the streets like water. He could feel this future getting closer and closer with each passing day. But, he noted, it was still night as he sat up, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes. He was occupying one of the rooms at the Institute at the moment, so it took him a few seconds to gather his bearings. The noise sounded again and Magnus recognized it as the bell to the Institute.

"One moment," he grumbled as he found a robe to put over his half naked form. He stumbled through the winding hallways until he reached the elevator. The screeching noise from the metal cage lowering down were enough to jolt Magnus into full consciousness. He approached the door with caution because he didn't know anyone around who needed access to the Institute at this late hour. He paused at the door, his hand on the knob, and hoped it wasn't a bad guy. The door opened and there stood Brother Zachariah in his parchment colored robes and scarred face.

"Brother Zachariah?" Magnus spluttered.

Hello Magnus, he said.

"If you're looking for Maryse, I sent them through hours ago."

That is why I am here. They never arrived in Alicante.

Magnus looked up at the Silent Brother, panic and confusion swimming in his cat eyes. "But that's not possible. I created the portal and I watched as all six of them stepped through."

I think it would be best if we discussed this inside, Brother Zachariah said.

Magnus nodded and led the Silent Brother into the library. It had always seemed creepy how the Silent Brothers were able to remain silent as they walked, as if their feet never touched the ground. Magnus had met many Silent Brothers, but none had seem more human like Zachariah. But, Magnus thought, not all Silent Brothers are like Brother Zachariah.

"Is this some sort of inquiry?" Magnus asked once they were seated. By "they" he meant himself while Zachariah remained standing. "Since I sent them through, I'm responsible for finding them?"

I was the representative for the Silent Brothers to attend the council meeting. When the shadowhunters of the New York Institute failed to arrive, the Consul sent me to question the warlock responsible for creating the portal, Zachariah said in his musical, if not chilling, voice.

Magnus sat back in his chair. "I drew the portal just as I have been drawing them for the past century. There was nothing different about it." Unless you count dwelling in forgotten memories, his mind told him.

Is there something wrong Magnus? Magnus looked up into Zachariah's face. At some point the Silent Brother had lowered his hood, exposing the face that still pained Magnus to see.

"You always know when something's troubling me,"Magnus chuckled, but his face remained hard and grim. "As I was making the portal, my thoughts turned to London all those years ago, when another war was waging. You remember it, don't you?"

I remember it very clearly, Zachariah said, his "voice" somehow a little darker.

Magnus sprang forward, realizing his idiotic mistake. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. Please forgive me J-"

My name is no longer James Carstairs. I have no entitlement to that name.

Magnus nodded, a little embarrassed by his actions. "Well, I guess what I was trying to say is I wasn't so much thinking of Alicante, but London. Do you believe that is the cause of their disappearance?"

Such a thing has never happened in history. It is possible, though, that your memories could do it. If you willed yourself to go back to simpler times, nothing could really stop you.

"If I sent them back, do you think I can bring them forwards in time too?" Magnus asked.

"Well that," a voice said, "would ruin my plan."

Magnus saw Brother Zachariah raise a long sword (where he got the sword, Magnus didn't know) to someone behind Magnus. Magnus whirled around in his chair to find no one. Where is he, Magnus thought bitterly. Both Brother Zachariah and Magnus didn't need a face to match the voice to because they knew it all too well.

A flash of white hair caught Magnus's attention, and his hands sparked with blue energy crackling like lightning. Magnus saw out of the corner of his eye a glint of metal before pain exploded out of his shoulder. He fell to one knee, seeing only the black of his eyelids as he tried to pull the dagger from his shoulder. He heard another crash behind him. He guessed Brother Zachariah had been stabbed too. Magnus's heart was racing as he pulled the dagger, new pain almost too unbearable. This was no ordinary dagger, Magnus thought. It had to be demonic because he could feel a deadweight spread from his shoulder to his chest and down his whole body. Magnus took a deep breath and opened his watering eyes.

Jonathan Morgenstern stood over Magnus with a smug look on his face. Behind him, Magnus could see two Endarkened wearing blood red robes. "Well, Magnus Bane, this is a bit awkward," Jonathan said.

The weight Magnus felt pressing down on his entire body pulsed, sending waves of nausea and prickles of pain through him. It was a sensation he'd never felt, and hopefully never would feel again. His body collapsed under the strain of remaining somewhat upright. Magnus wondered if this is what Henry Branwell felt in his legs because Magnus couldn't seem to move. Only his eyes could flick back and forth in their sockets. He looked to his left and saw Brother Zachariah leaning on Maryse's desk for support. A dagger was protruding from his abdomen and a flow of red blood stained the robes he wore. Zachariah's face showed no emotion, but Magnus suspected it hurt him a lot.

Magnus then looked at Jonathan in the eye, his cat ones brighter than the black eyes of the demon shadowhunter. "Awkward is it?" Magnus asked. It took a lot of strength to even move his mouth and even more to sound somewhat sardonic.

Jonathan sighed, a feat that looked faked. "Yes. I came here because I need your assistance."

"Why would… I help...you?" Magnus panted, his pain slowly increasing.

"Because I can take away the pain."

If Magnus was in any other situation, he would've said no, absolutely not. But this pain was something new. It tapped into his magic and was draining it from him. He could feel it leaving his body. All of it was making his body mundane, something a warlock couldn't handle. If he didn't do anything soon, he would die. Magnus hated Jonathan with a burning passion, but this was something he couldn't fix by himself.

"Please" was all Magnus was able to get out. But Jonathan understood and waved one of the Endarkened forward. It knelt before him and raised a steele to his cheek. The stele was dark like obsidian, nothing like the silver, translucent ones forged from adamas. Magnus didn't even panic as the Endarkened started drawing on his face. In his pain, he'd forgotten only shadowhunters could bear the marks.

The pain was gone like the flick of a lightswitch. Suddenly, the weight was gone and his magic absorbed back inside him. Magnus gasped at the relief and closed his eyes, begging forgiveness for his weakness. Magnus slowly got to his feet and saw Zachariah pulling the dagger from his stomach. This time, Magnus saw the slightest flash of pain in his eyes.

"Well, now down to business," Jonathan said.

Without warning, the Endarkened lunged at Magnus and wrapped its arms around Magnus. The second one darted forward and tore his shirt off, exposing Magnus's tanned skin. Jonathan stepped forward with his stele and pressed it to the spot over Magnus's heart. He began drawing.

Magnus tried to move his arms, but the Endarkened were as stiff as iron. Knowing it was no use, Magnus stopped struggling and faced Jonathan. "You could have done this when I was on the floor," he snarled, trying to channel Jace. As much as that boy was irritating, he still knew what to do in the face of danger.

Jonathan smiled, but continued drawing. "That would seem like I was taking advantage of you. Besides, it's poor sport. If I'm going to defeat the Nephilim, I need to win fair and square." The mark on Magnus's chest started burning. "Now, I just need to borrow something. You don't mind, do you?"

Jonathan leaped back as the rune finished itself. Magnus could feel blood oozing from the mark and running down his body. The Endarkened let go of Magnus and stood behind Jonathan. As much as Magnus would've loved running up to Jonathan and breaking his neck, he couldn't. The rune stopped him from advancing to Jonathan and instead forced him to one of the library walls. Then, Magnus let out a scream as his mind was ripped open by an invisible force.

Jonathan was by his side, breathing deep breaths and smiling. "Beautiful memories Magnus. I just need one more thing." Jonathan reached up to touch the rune on Magnus. Blue sparks jumped up Jonathan's arms.

Facing the wall with Magnus, Jonathan started drawing. Halfway through the rune, Magnus knew what Jonathan was doing. He was making a portal. He was going to the past to find Clary and Jace.

"Clever boy," Jonathan praised. "You have done me a huge favor, Magnus, by sending my sister and her friends back in time. It was just the thing I needed to help me win. I couldn't have done it without you."

The portal was finished now and Jonathan was stepping forward. Suddenly, the two Endarkened cried out in pain as a long sword sliced through both their bodies. Brother Zachariah lunged forward, armed and covered in blood. But Jonathan was already through the portal. Zachariah looked at Magnus with the first clear emotion Magnus had seen him wear in 130 years: fright. Then he lunged after Jonathan through the portal. It spluttered once the Silent Brother was through and collapsed. Magnus felt Jonathan's hold on him release and he fell on the ground unconscious.

A/N: Wow. Intense chapter. I was going to have it switch to London early on, but I decided to make this whole chapter about future Magnus. How did everyone like Brother Zachariah plunging into the past after Jonathan? When I read these crossovers, I'm usually disappointed that Jem and Brother Zachariah never meet or that the TMI people never recognize him. So I wanted to include him in there. How are people enjoying the story so far? I'm not entirely sure how this will end, so suggestions would be great! :)