AN: This part is also a song, the song No Good Deed from Wicked. I know this chapter isn't long, but I wanted it to be only No Good Deed, so you don't know what happens next, until I have written that (I haven't yet started it)

'I have to go!' Christabel said, 'I promise, I'll try to save him!'
Then she disappeared, back to the Wizard, hoping to save Collin.
Sawyer's magic started music, a music that was very familiair to her, one she could sing to. Now, though, was different. She screamed his name again. 'Collin!'
She looked through her book, she needed to find something to protect him. She caused this, it was all her fault! But she needed to save him, she needed to try. She recognized one word, protection. What harm could it do? What if she caused another disaster, it couldn't make things much worse, could it?
'Eleka nahmen nahmen ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen,' she chanted, 'Eleka nahmen ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen.'
Then the music took over, and instincts. The instinct to sing her feelings, to add them to the spell, to protect Collin against any harm.
'Let his flesh not be torn, let his blood leave no stain,' she sang, 'Though they hurt him, let him feel no pain.'
She took breath and continued. 'Let no curse ever work, and however they try to destroy him, let him never die, let him never die!'
She repeated once more the spell. 'Eleka nahmen nahmen ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen, eleka nahmen nahmen ah tum ah tum eleka- eleka!'
She didn't feel the spell, not the way she was used to. Sure, something was happening, but she didn't feel Collin. Where was he? Already dead?
'What good is this chanting? I don't even know what I'm reading!' she sounded frustrated, but was still singing. It was her way of showing her emotions. When Collin first told her he loved her, she had sung As Long As You're Mine to him. No she was starting No Good Deed. Because it seemed so true, right now.
'I don't even know what trick I ought to try,' she continued. 'Oh Collin where are you?' When singing then, she ran a few steps to the others, but not really close to them.
'Already dead or bleeding?' It was possible, so possible. Could that be why she didn't feel the spell working? Because they had killed him as soon as they noticed Collin was with them.
'One more disaster I can add to my... Generous supply!' These high notes were notes she had trained often, but now she meant it. She really had caused a disaster. She didn't expect those shadowhunters still wanting to help them, after she caused their friend, her brother, to disappear with Collin.
'No good deed goes unpunished,' she sang softer, 'No act of charity goes unresented. No good dees goes unpunished, that's my new creed! My road of good intentions led where such roads always lead. No good deed.. Goes unpunished!' Her note weakened in the end, as it was supposed to, and then the music went softer. She though of all the people she lost, and it all seemed her fault.
'Rosie,' she whispered, 'Professor Brown.'
Rosie had died because of her, because he hadn't protected her well enough, because she hadn't done enough, because she hadn't succeeded. And she hadn't saved professor Brown, he was still with the Wizard. But how much their loss hurt, the loss of Collin hurt much more.
'Collin,' she sang softly. 'COLLIN!' She repeated his name, this time with all the power and volume she had, and she was sure at least now that everyone could hear her, but what did it matter? They sure would hate her now. She fell to her knees after finishing his name.
'One question haunts and hurts, too much, too much to mention,' she sang, in pain.
'Was I really seeking good, or just seeking attention?' Sawyer thought she was seeking good, she wanted to be a good person, to do the right thing. But was that the truth? Or had she been seeking attention all this time? What is it was the same thing?
'Is that all good deeds are when looked at with an Ice-Cold eye? If that's all good deeds are, maybe that's the reason why!'
She stood up during the "Why", and now started using all her power and volume again, angry with the world for being so cruel, angry with herself because she could not succeed doing any good.
'No good deed goes unpunished,' she sang, 'All helpful urges should be circumvented!'
'No good deed goes unpunished, sure I meant well, well look at what well-meant did!'
It was true. She meant it well, she had meant everything well, but it resulted in this.
'Alright enough, enough so be it!' she screamed, sure everyone would call her evil now, even her new allies.
'So be it then,' she sang, softer, 'Let all the world be agreed, I'm Wicked through and trough, since I cannot succeed, oh Collin saving you, I promise no good deed will I attempt to do again! Ever again!'
She sang it one last time. 'No good deed will I do again!' She held the last note like forever, and stopped when she was out of breath. Only then, the shadowhunters ran towards her. Were they going to kill her? If they were, so be it. It didn't matter that much anyway. What was the use in living, when she had lost Collin, and she couldn't succeed doing anything good. They didn't kill her, though.
'Saywer?' the girl, Clary, asked. 'Are you alright? Sorry, stupid question, of course you aren't, but we'll find Collin.'