Hellooo, readers of this note! I am SOSOSO SORRY it took so long for me to update, but we don't have any internet. So, I'm updating while at my dads.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that you recognize. I only own a stuffed llama and a yellow kettle.

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As Camille and Ed fought their way through the crowd, another explosion rocked the carriage, and the peoples' panic rose, making their frantic movements practically hysteric.

Children wailed, and Ed could see Camille twitching towards the direction of their cries before righting her path. As they fought their way forward, Ed and Camille slowly separated, Camille going left and Ed going right. Ed would've been worried about losing sight of Camille if it hadn't been for the flamboyantly purple hair ribbon she had bought at the train station. Ed glanced away, focusing on keeping peoples elbows from his ribcage. The train slowed noticeably, showing that Roy had done his part in the engine car.

Ed looked up again to see if Camille had noticed, but he couldn't see her. He scanned the crowd, still not seeing her, before angling himself to where she had been last.

Around him, the crowd slowed, and he wove through gaps between people, knowing that yelling for her would do no good, Ed continued his sporadic pathway until he saw Camille, who was looking around wildly. Ed smiled with relief, rushing forward. "Camille!" he exclaimed, grabbing her arm. She jumped, then smiled when she saw that it was just Ed. "You okay?" he asked. Camille nodded, and tugged lightly at her right hand. Ed glanced down at it, and saw a small girl peeking from behind Camille's coat. Ed wasn't really surprised, Camille wasn't the type to leave a small child, panicking crowd or not. He smiled at the small brunette still halfway hidden in the back of Camille's coat.

Her smile got brighter, less laden with relief. She kneeled, lifting the girl onto her hip before rising again. "C'mon, Emily. This is the friend I was looking for. His name is Edward."

The girl- Emily- waved before burying her head in Camille's shoulder. Camille huffed out a laugh, ducking her head to whisper in the younger girls ear. Emily giggled, nodding, but as another explosion detonated near the carriage- weaker this time, Roy must've been fighting them off, Ed'll have to thank him later- she squeaked and burrowed closer to Camille. The brown eyed girl gave him the doe eyes, and he sighed. Crowd control time.

Motioning for Camille to cover the ear that Emily didn't have pressed to her chest, Ed climbed on top of a nearby table, giving an earsplitting whistle that easily cut over the crowds din. Letting the silence settle, Ed cleared his throat. "Hello, everyone! My name is Edward, and that's Camille-" She raised an arm in greeting- "Now, I know children have lost their parents in the chaos, so while we're stopped, I'd like all the children that've lost their parents to please come up here so we can help you find them."

And, slowly, children trickled out of the crowd. Most by themselves, but sometimes an older sibling had a younger sibling or two clinging to their hands, coming to Edward like ducklings flock to their mother. Camille gave them all hugs if they needed one, mothering over skinned knees and bruised elbows with bandages and smiles.

While they waited for more children to detach themselves from the crowd, Camille sang odd little nursery rhymes and played games of duck-duck-goose and peek-a-boo. When ten or fifteen minutes passed with no new arrivals, Ed got back onto the table, giving another whistle. "Okay, Everyone! Here's how I'd like this to work! I'll call out the name of the child and if their guardian could please get through the crowd with as little fuss as possible, that'd be great. Thank you!"

And, child by child, the group of twenty-five or so children shrunk until only Emily and two blonde-haired children remained, a small boy and an even smaller girl with her thumb in her mouth. Ed smiled down at the,. "Okay, you two, you're next. What're your names?"

The girl took her thumb out of her mouth. "I'm Angel, and this is my brother Gazzy."

Ed kneeled next to them. "Okay, and who'll be looking for you two?"

Gazzy spoke up. "Our sister Max and our brother Nick."

Ed straightened. "Okay. Give me a few minutes and I'll have them get you, sound good?" They nodded, and Angel curled closer to her brother, yawning. Ed stood on the table. "Okay everyone! Almost done! Now, we need the siblings of Angel and Gazzy."

Almost immediately a girl no older than thirteen burst through the front of the crowd, flanked by two boys around the same age. "Angel! Gazzy!" She exclaimed. They practically launched themselves at who Ed guessed to be Max, and she fluttered her hands up and down, checking them for any injuries. One of the boys smiled at Ed, giving him a nod of thanks, which Ed returned.

Ed turned to look at Camille, expecting her to be telling more strange fairy tales, but she was quietly standing with Emily's head on her shoulder, the five-year-old fast asleep. Camille was swaying slightly, humming something slow and slightly haunting. Ed tapped her on the shoulder, stopping her humming before she turned. "We need to wake her up, find out who's looking for her," Ed murmured, crossing his arms.

"I asked when she started nodding off. She said her name was Emmalynne Maxine Bane-Lightwood but her daddy only calls her that when she's in trouble and that she's traveling to her Uncle Jace's with her daddy and papa and they usually call her Emily."

Ed nodded, getting on the table one last time. The crowd fell silent almost immediately.

There were still large clumps of people staying around because their cars had been damaged in the fight (or because this was their car to begin with) but it was exponentially smaller than when they had started out.

But still Ed stood, smiling encouragingly. "Last one, everybody." There was an audible sigh of relief. "Now, last but not least, we need the fathers of Emily Bane-Lightwood."

There was a squawk, and a crash, and the shuffle of people quickly moving out of the way. A willowy man burst into sight, tiger eyes flashing briefly at Ed before he darted forward to Camille. She smiled, passing Emily to him without a word. A smaller, more compact man followed at a sedate pace, his smile equal parts of relief and fondness. He thanks Ed while his husband fusses, but Ed waves him off. He hasn't wanted praise in a long time.

After Camille wakes Emily and says goodbye, and the Bane-Lightwoods depart, they stand around for a bit while the train picks up speed and then head back to their cabin.

Peeking into the window to see if Roy had beaten them back, Camille could see that he had and was now trying to bandage a bullet graze one-handed. She wanted to burst through the doors to help, but didn't want to startle him. Alchemists don't scare well, she knows. So she creaks the door open with Ed trailing behind her and bats Roy's hand away from his bicep. Ed and Roy start a rundown of their sides, with Camille correcting Ed every once in awhile. Bandaging the wound is familiar work, and without realizing it she's halfway through a healing spell. Roy and Ed haven't noticed, but Camille flushes and finishes.

Roy grins and tests his mobility in the gauze, wincing as it pulls. Camille pushes his arm down, "You'll make it start bleeding again like that." She states, waving the wood smoke from her spell toward the open window. She tosses the ash out as well, before reaching out and grabbing Roy's torn shirt. It's a lovely charcoal colour and Roy's already despairing at the tear in the sleeve.

Camille smiles, digging around in her pockets before a pair of scissors and a small sewing kit before sitting next to the window as Roy and Ed continue to talk.

And so their journey continues, Camille calm as the train continues taking from all she knows, safe with her friends.

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Here you all go! I'm halfway done with the next chapter, so that'll be up whenever I have the chance. You guys can follow me on tumblr at cadelnicolekatieandcamille.

Again, I don't own things you recognize and some you might not, like the thing with the Bane-Lightwoods and Angel, Gazzy, Max and Nick.

In order, those belong to Cassandra Claire and James Patterson.

Hope you enjoyed!

-Nicole