A smell like smoke and rotten fruit hung in the air. Jasmine didn't know which way to turn—all she could see was darkness, and the slight flicker of a flame in the distance. She exhaled, the sound bouncing off the walls as loudly as a scream would, and set off into a run. She heard a cry of fear, and it grew louder the closer she got to the flame. A thin hand closed around Jasmine's wrist, stopping her in her tracks. She turned around to see the mutilated face of a Silent Brother, set into a look of fear.

The Brother screamed again, his lips torn and bloody, and collapsed at her feet. Bile rose in her throat, but she didn't make a sound. She looked up and she saw a pair of ruby red eyes, glowing like embers. Jasmine sucked in a breath, because she didn't see a face; it was a shapeless cloud of smoke. But it was alive. And it had killed a Silent Brother.

"Jaaasmiiiine." It was a sound like crackling fire, but it was clearly saying her name.

A feeling of panic washed over her, as if she were a mile underwater with no way of getting back up to the surface in time to breathe. She heard another scream, but it was her own voice this time. An invisible voice turned her around, and then she was looking through metal bars. On the other side of the cell lay Jace, a sword-handle sticking out of his side. His eyes were open, but his irises had rolled to the back of his head.

"Jace!" screamed Jasmine, dropping to her knees. She tried to reach through the bars, but she couldn't get a hold of him. Tears burned at the back of her throat, her fingers trembling with fear and rage. "JACE!"

A hand collided with her cheek, causing her to wake up with a cry. She shot upright in bed—well, next to her bed. She must have fallen out at some point, she thought. Her breathing was still ragged as she glanced up. Isabelle was there, staring with rounded eyes.

"By the Angel, Jasmine," said the Lightwood girl. "You were screaming up a storm."

Jasmine looked down at her exposed elbow. It was bleeding. "I had a nightmare," she near-choked out, and figured that she had scraped her elbow when she fell out of bed.

"Really? I couldn't tell," deadpanned Izzy. "Come on, get up." She grabbed Jasmine's wrist and pulled her up to her feet. Seeing Jasmine's teary eyes, Isabelle sighed and hugged her. "You called for Jace in your sleep," she said.

"I dreamed I was in the Silent City," sniffled Jasmine, looking over Izzy's shoulder through her wet lashes. "And Jace was dead. Someone had stabbed him with a sword."

"The Mortal Sword?"

"I don't know, it might have been." She shrugged and pulled away, dabbing at her eyes with the short sleeves of her oversized shirt. "Have you heard from Magnus?"

"No," said Isabelle. "Alec is heading there right now. I think Clary's going as well."

Jasmine frowned. "Why did no one tell me? I would have gone with them."

"You were asleep." Isabelle tossed her hair back. "Besides, I don't think it's such a good idea for you to leave the Institute right now. Not when the Inquisitor is still suspicious of you." Seeing Jasmine's sulky expression, she added: "I'm sure Jace is fine. He's in good hands."

Jasmine crossed her arms, still glaring. "I want to see him," she said. When Isabelle rolled her eyes, Jasmine plopped down on the bed. "I can't just sit around all day! Who knows when the Inquisitor will get off my back?" she said. "I want to at least be able to get out of—"

"Oh, for God's sake—fine! Come with me this afternoon," said Isabelle finally.

Jasmine's eyebrows shot up. "Come with you where?"

"The Seelie Court."

"The Seelie... have you gone mad? Do you have any idea how dangerous—"

"Not for fun," Izzy said. "The Queen of the Seelie Court has requested an audience with us, and to be honest, I don't think refusing is a very wise thing to do."

"Who did the Queen ask for specifically?"

"Us. Me and Alec and Clary, probably. Jace, too, but I don't think he's allowed to leave Magnus' place. I didn't want to tell you, because I didn't want to risk you wanting to come along," Isabelle said. "The Inquisitor might not agree."

"Screw that—of course I'm coming. I'll take every chance I get to leave the Institute."

Isabelle nodded. "Okay, well we leave at sundown, which is in two hours from now. You might want to get something to eat—you haven't eaten anything since you arrived in New York. We can't have you fainting of low blood sugar again."

Jasmine was surprised to hear that she had slept all through the day. Granted, she had gone to bed at seven in the morning. Still, the latest she had ever slept in was one o'clock in the afternoon.

When Isabelle was gone, Jasmine reached for the stele on her bedside table and made an iratze on the back of her hand. The skin of her elbow started healing within a second, and she breathed out in relief. The nightmare she'd had might have been one of the worst she'd ever experienced. But it was only a dream, she told herself. Just a dream.

o000o

The Institute was mostly abandoned, Jasmine found. She had expected a horde of Shadowhunters to walk around, the way they had when Jasmine had gone to sleep. Yet not even the Inquisitor was there. It was only when Jasmine closed the door of the refridgerator that she noticed a little boy standing on the other side of the kitchen. He must have been around seven years old, with dark, tousled hair and oversized glasses.

Jasmine smiled, narrowing her eyes curiously. "Hello," she said. "Who are you?"

"Max," said the boy.

"Oh, you're Izzy's little brother?" She leaned against the counter.

"And Alec's," said Max, pushing up his glasses. "Who are you?"

"I'm a friend," she said. "My name is Jasmine."

He edged closer to her. "You talk funny. Are you from here?"

"Why? Do I have an accent?" asked Jasmine.

Max nodded. "Yeah, but don't worry. It's not that bad."

Jasmine grinned. Kids really did say what was on their mind. "I'm from Amsterdam. Have you heard of it?"

"Of course!"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you," laughed Jasmine. She looked at the book dangling at his side and reached for it. "You know, you'll tear the pages if you hold your book by the cover. Paperbacks are delicate." She closed it and gave it back to the younger boy.

"It's a manga," he said.

"Oh, cool! Isn't that like a Chinese comic book?"

Max shook his head. "No, it's Japanese. Do you know Clary, too? She was here yesterday."

"Yes, I do," said Jasmine. "She's nice, huh?"

"She told me she'd take me to Forbidden Planet," said Max. "Do you know what that is?"

"Afraid not, little man."

At that moment, Isabelle walked in, dressed in a long black dress and her boots. She looked at Jasmine expectantly. "You ready?" she asked.

Jasmine looked at the apple in her hand. "I haven't eaten yet—"

"You can eat on the way." She turned to her brother. "Max, if anyone asks, tell them you don't know where we are. Though I don't think anybody will be home for another four hours."

"Where are you guys going?" asked Max.

Isabelle sighed. "It doesn't matter."

"I wanna come."

This seemed to tick Isabelle off. "Max! You can't always expect us to take you with—"

"Well, you never take me anywhere, anyway!"

Jasmine bit the inside of her cheek. "Hey, Max? This is really important, though. We need you to cover for us," she said. "That's the most help you could offer us." Max, still sulking, turned on his heel and walked out, clearly upset.

Isabelle took a breath, rubbed her temples and turned to Jasmine. "Go change," she said. "I'll wait here."

Jasmine bit into the green apple in her hand and chewed as she made her way to her room, hoping that Max was all right.

o000o

Turtle Pond wasn't far away from the Institute, but Jasmine still wished she would have worn a warmer coat. Maybe she could have borrowed one from Izzy, considering her gear jacket was the only one she had taken from her room in Amsterdam. She was dressed in a pair of black leggings, a maroon tank top and her black combat boots. Her hair fell around her in large curls, thick enough to act as a blanket for her ears and neck.

There was a small wooden gazebo built out over the water of the pond. This was where Jasmine and Isabelle waited for Clary and Alec. As they sat in the gazebo, Isabelle reached into her pocket and got out a packet of biscuits. She took one out and gave the rest to Jasmine. "Here," she said.

Jasmine grinned. "Thanks," she said, and took the packet gratefully. "That's so thoughtful."

"'Course," said Isabelle nonchalantly. "That one apple was definitely not enough to keep your blood sugar up."

Jasmine put her head on the other girl's shoulder. "What would I do without you?" she joked, and bit into a biscuit.

"Starve, probably." Seeing Jasmine's smirk, Isabelle rolled her eyes. "We're going to be parabatai. Parabatai take care of each other." She sounded almost hostile. "Alec would carry cookies around if he knew that it would keep Jace from fainting, so I'm doing exactly that for you."

"You're making me sound like a weakling."

"Well," said Isabelle, "you do faint a lot."

Jasmine glared. "Okay, I do not faint that often."

Isabelle was about to reply, but a voice in the distance cut her off. The voice called their names.

The two girls got to their feet and hurried over. "Jace!" Isabelle said, jumping in the blonde's arms.

Jasmine hadn't expected him to be there. Wasn't he supposed to be under lockdown? She was happy to see him regardless. Jace let go of Isabelle and turned to her. Their embrace was a lot less frantic, but it was just as tight. Jasmine slid her arms around his neck, and he put his around her waist, laying his cheek against the crook of her neck. He smelled the way he always did—like leather and smoke.

Sometimes, Jasmine felt vaguely sad when she was around Jace. Sad and peaceful and happy at the same time. Was that what love was supposed to feel like? She couldn't remember feeling this way about Lotte, who was the only other person Jasmine had ever claimed to be in love with. Jasmine sighed internally—what good would it do to decide for herself if she was or wasn't in love with Jace? She was pretty damn sure that she was just from what her gut was telling her. She didn't need to think it over and rationalize. When had that ever done a Sianoor any good?

She pulled away from Jace.

"I can't believe you did it!" Isabelle exclaimed. "How did you get Magnus to let Jace leave?"

"Traded him for Alec," said Clary. It was only then that Jasmine noticed the redhead. Simon was there as well, his hands shoved down his pockets.

Isabelle cocked an eyebrow. "Not permanently?"

"No," said Jace. "Just for a few hours. Unless I don't come back. In which case, maybe he does get to keep Alec. Think of it as a lease with an option to buy."

Isabelle looked doubtful. "Mom and Dad won't be pleased if they find out."

"That you freed a possible criminal by trading away your brother to a warlock who looks like a gay Sonic the Hedgehog and dresses like the Child Catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?" Simon said. "No, probably not."

Jasmine stared at him, unable to make sense of what he'd just said.

"Is there some particular reason that you're here? I'm not so sure we should be bringing you to the Seelie Court. They hate mundanes," said Jace.

Simon rolled his eyes "Not this again."

"Not what again?" asked Clary.

"Every time I annoy him, he retreats into his No Mundanes Allowed tree house." Simon pointed at Jace. "Let me remind you, the last time you wanted to leave me behind, I saved all your lives."

"Sure," said Jace. "One time—"

"The faerie courts are dangerous," cut in Isabelle. "Even your skill with the bow won't help you. It's not that kind of danger."

"I can take care of myself," said Simon.

"You don't have to come," Clary said.

He gave her a meaningful look. "Yeah," he said. "I do."

Jace sighed. "Then I suppose we're ready," he said. "Don't expect any special consideration, mundane."

"Look on the bright side," said Simon. "If they need a human sacrice, you can always offer me. I'm not sure the rest of you qualify anyway."

Jasmine laughed.

"Come on," Isabelle said. "The door is about to open."

Clary looked around. "Where do we go?" she asked. "Where's the door?"

Isabelle smirked. "Follow me." She moved down to the edge of the water, her boots leaving deep impressions in the wet mud. Clary followed, and then Simon stepped into the mud. He swore as he nearly lost his balance. Jace and Jasmine both moved to grab him. Simon jerked away from Jace, but left his other arm in Jasmine's grasp.

"I don't need your help," he said.

"Stop it," said Isabelle crossly, sounding a lot like Maryse. "Both of you. Jasmine, you keep an eye on Simon. And lest I forget," she added, "for the love of the Angel, don't eat or drink anything while we're underground, any of you. Okay?"

"Underground?" said Simon with rounded eyes. "Nobody said anything about underground."

Isabelle threw up her arms and let herself slip into the pond. "Come on. We only have until the moon moves."

Clary stepped out into the pond as well, gritting her teeth. As Jace followed his sister into the clear, shallow water, the water made close to no ripples. Jasmine wondered how he was always so graceful—even more so than Isabelle with her willowy figure and long dark hair. It had taken Jasmine herself a Teroran rune to find herself growing into the grace she had always been told she was supposed to have.

Jasmine gently tugged at Simon's sleeve, making him enter the water as well. He cursed and splashed, making Jasmine gasp as the icy cold water hit her face and chest. She set her jaw and hissed: "Easy."

Jace looked over his shoulder at them.

"Sorry," Simon muttered. Jasmine followed him into the pond, her shoulders tensing at the intense cold. She made no sound.

Isabelle, having reached the center of the pond, held up her hand. "Stop," she said. In front of her, the reflection of the moon shimmered like an enormous silver coin. "Jace, you go first," Isabelle said. "Come on."

He walked past Clary and stopped in front of Isabelle, smiling as he turned and stepped backward into the reflection of the moon. And just like that, he was gone.

"Okay," said Simon. "Okay, that was weird." He was shivering already, although he was only hip-deep in the water.

Clary was the next to step through the gateway. And then Simon, yelping as he vanished.

"Okay, your turn," said Isabelle, beckoning Jasmine. "I'll go last."

Jasmine nodded and turned, flinching as she waded into the silvery part of the water, which somehow felt colder. "See you on the other side," she said with a smile, before feeling the wet earth under her feet fall away. She held her breath, and fell through.

I just saw the new trailer for Shadowhunters aND I CAN'T DEAL NOPE NOPE NOPE MY EMOTIONS MY FEELS MY EVERYTHING. When I saw the pilot I wasn't too sure if I liked it but this new trailer makes the show look sooooo good jfc. Okay anyway hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please review and favorite and all dat jazzz.

Oooooh nooooo I realize I said that this chapter would be set in the Seelie Court. Shit. I was wrong. Sorry. Don't kill me. That'll all happen next chapter, though! Let's see what the Seelie Queen has up her nasty, sadistic sleeve. Okay. Buh-bye :P