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Disclaimer: Infernal Devices is Cassandra Clare's.
Late
Jem paced up and down the bridge in agitation. The witchlight stone blazing though his fingers cast the stones in a harsh light, perfectly fitting his mood. Will was supposed to meet him here two hours ago. Where could he be?
It wasn't as though this was some trivial meeting. Charlotte had heard rumors about a demon that lurked under bridges and prey on those who made a living by the river. This was a serious threat. It needed to be dealt with in a timely manner.
By the Angel, William! Where are you?
Jem decided he could wait no longer. Parabatai or not, two hours was simply ridiculous. He made his way to the water's edge, almost slipping on the muddy embankment, and slowly stepped toward the underside of the bridge.
Something lunged at him from the shadows with a screech. Jem reacted quickly. He ducked to the side and simultaneously pulled his father's cane up, blade out, and slashed at the creature. Black blood spurted across the mud and coated Jem's gear.
It was undoubtedly a lethal blow, but the demon wasn't done yet. It snapped an oddly shaped limb out to Jem, snagging his arm, and jerked the Shadowhunter into the filthy water. Jem resurfaced only a moment after he went in and staggered up the riverbank to collapse in a wet heap on the cobblestone street.
"I gather you found the demon?"
Jem slowly turned his eyes up to that irritatingly familiar voice. He resisted the urge to glare into those blue eyes and simply said, "You're late."
Lost
Will stared at Jem.
He'd had one of his bad nights, when the drug brought on nightmares that made him howl in Chinese. He was sleeping peacefully now.
A bit too peacefully for Will's taste.
James almost looked like he wasn't breathing.
But that would not happen. Not yet.
Please, not yet…
The sun peered in through the window, sending its warm rays across Jem's silver features. He stirred, his breathing became more noticeable—and then he blinked his misty eyes open.
Relief coursed through Will's veins. A single thought repeated in his mind, the same thought he always had after a rough night.
I almost lost you.
A thought occurred to me a couple days ago that our (my, at least) favorite parabatai team deserved a chapter all to themselves. Writing these two is so much fun, I simply couldn't resist! Please review!