Disclaimer: All characters belong to Cassandra Clare and the Infernal Devices series!

A/N: Here is chapter 3! I'm so sorry it has taken me this long to update, I was away for Australia day with friends and family and I unfortunately didn't have any Internet. I also didn't have my phone or laptop so I haven't yet started chapter 4, but I will be ASAP! I have a week left until school comes back, but I promise to update as much as possible! I am also going to start some one shot drafts for a new show I have been watching, so look out for those! Please leave reviews for what you would like to see happen next, thank you all so much and please enjoy :)

I woke up the next morning wrapped in sheets and bathed in sunlight that was peaking through the curtains. I reached my hand to where Jem was sprawled out next to me, with his eyes still shut. His lips were slightly parted and his arms were folded behind his head. His t-shirt was pulled up to his waist, revealing his abdomen and pointed hipbones. This was an unusual sight, as normally Jem was never in bed when I woke up, and he was usually on the balcony or in the kitchen. I had been teaching him how to cook, and he quickly took that on board and insisted on making breakfast for me every morning until he got the hang of it.
It was so special seeing him like this; I doubted anyone ever really had. I myself had only ever seen Will like this. He used to always stay in bed until late, and mumble my name in his sleep. He always huddled up to me, and I would have to peel his hands off me to get up in the morning, but I never minded. The memory of Will caused a pain in my throat and watery eyes.

At that moment, Jem began to sleepily blink and his eyes became fully opened and met mine. I inched closer to him so I shared his pillow and smiled at him.

"Morning, Jem," I placed my hand on his cheek and carefully ran my thumb along his cheekbone. He closed his eyes, and for a second I thought he was asleep again.

"Never have I woken up to a sight this perfect," he simply said before opening his eyes again. His voice was drowsy, but still so smooth. We gazed at each other for a while, in a comfortable silence. As I looked into his eyes, I saw all the lonely years he had spent, and my heart ached for him.
While Will and I were experiencing life together, getting married, having kids, Jem was condemned to the life of a Silent Brother. Both happiness and sadness filled me in this moment. Happiness for the life Will and I shared, and the life Jem and I will share. Sadness for Will's death, and soon enough, Jem's death.

My thumb moved gently from his cheekbone to his lips, and I wanted to lean in to kiss him, but decided to wait for his move. No way did I want to rush things between us. He gently moved away from me and got out of bed. I frowned, but didn't complain.

"I better start on breakfast for you; I don't normally sleep in this long. You must be starving, I'm sorry," he quickly stretched his arms and was about to leave the room when I stood up and hurried to the door to block his path.

"I'm sure we can eat when we get there, besides, I'm not hungry right now."

He stood in front of me and ran his fingers through his hair, I responded with a smile and put my hand on his shoulder.

"Are you sure? Tessa it's no trouble at all for me –"

I shook my head, "I'm sure."

He nodded and leant his head down to kiss my hand on his shoulder. I felt a surge of adrenaline run through me at the touch of his lips and I couldn't help but feel flustered.

"I'll get ready now then?" I glanced at the digital clock on my bedside table, "we're meeting Magnus at noon, right? That gives us an hour."

I took my hand off of Jem's shoulder, as much as it pained me, and started gathering my clothes.

"I'll get our suitcases then," Jem's voice, which still had a hint of drowsiness in it, sounded from behind me as I closed the bathroom door. I stood in front of the mirror and gritted my teeth. Dull brown hair, and eyes the colour of storm clouds. This is me. Forever. At that moment in time, I wished that I could shift the shade of my hair or the colour of my eyes, but I knew my power didn't work like that.
I changed into a pair of jeans, a sweater and boots, and then tied my hair up loosely in a bun. I looked at my appearance again and, though I was unpleased, decided against make up. Instead, I pinched my cheeks so they'd flourish pink.
I stepped out of the bathroom and smiled at the sight of Jem in jeans and a t-shirt that hugged his body well. He was packing the remainder of my books into my suitcase. He looked up and smirked at me.

"You look beautiful, Tessa," he said before he returned to packing the suitcase. I felt exalted at his words, and could never tire of the sound of his voice saying my name. I walked over to him, not being able to deal with the space between us, and wrapped my arms around him from behind. He continued packing, but I could feel his muscles relax under my touch. I kissed his neck, then laid my head on the warmth of his back.

"All done," Jem sighed then zipped up the suitcase and turned in my arms so he was facing me. He reached up and placed his hands on my cheeks. He cautiously bent his head down. He hesitated as if giving me a chance to back down, and then took my lips into his. Only seconds passed, and my head was spinning from the rhythm of his lips on mine. He pulled away and stepped out of my arms. He walked over to my bedside table and started to observe the digital clock. I loved how he was eager to learn about the modern world, he must have felt so disconnected as a Silent Brother at times.
"It's time," he breathed. I picked up my suitcase from my bed, and Jem picked up his, and walked out of the apartment.

"Do you want me to carry your suitcase, Tessa?" Jem asked as he shut and locked the door behind me. He put the keys in my pocket and went to reach for my suitcase but I shook my head.

"I'll be fine, but thank you."

We made our way down the stairs, laughing and often bumping into each other with our suitcases. It was so good being with him like this again. I remembered the days in the London Institute where we wondered the hallways, getting to know every detail about each other. I wondered what it would be like to step into another Institute again, but I guess I'd find that out soon enough.
Jem said Magnus would be opening a portal at the edge of Blackfriar's Bridge, down near the river at exactly midday. That will take us to Magnus's place, where he'll be waiting for us, then escort us to the New York Institute. As Jem and I made our way to the bridge, he told me all about the young Herondale boy. He had blonde hair and amber eyes, and then I had remembered vaguely seeing him once in Idris, with the red headed girl, Clarissa. According to Jem, Jace had inherited Will's sarcasm, conceited attitude, and hatred of ducks. I laughed at this, and couldn't wait to be surrounded by that kind of humour again. Jem also said that the boy liked to read, and that tugged the strings in my heart hard. Will.

When Jem and I arrived at Blackfriars Bridge, we waited by the river for the strike of midday, and the portal to appear. I kept glancing down at my phone to check the time and my heart seemed to jump. Two more minutes.

"One of the boy's has Will's eyes and hair, inherited from Cecily I think," Jem said as he sat on his suitcase and rested his elbows on his knees. I opened my mouth to reply when a whoosh of light appeared just metres from the river's edge, and a large, shining doorway appeared in front of us.

"We're lucky that Magnus didn't open the portal up in the middle of the Thymes," I giggled and quickly gathered my suitcase, along with Jem. We stood side by side in front of the luminous gateway, and I took in a deep breath. I subconsciously reached for Jem's hand, and quickly found it. His smooth palm fit in my sweaty one perfectly, and suddenly I felt a surge of strength and confidence from his touch.

"Do you remember how to use one?" He asked me. I glanced at him; he was staring right into the portal.

"Of course I do! The question is, do you remember?" I chuckled and he grinned at me.

"Once a Shadowhunter, always a Shadowhunter," and with that, we gripped each other's hands, and stepped through the portal.