A/N: Sorry this isn't long, I intended to write another part, but didn't get a chance. I wanted to post this before the next roleplay with Piper, just to give some more background on where Kellan's at.

It was easier in the mundane world to keep track of the time, as Kellan watched the light sift through the windows, and then start to fade. It had only been two days since he had been held captive there. He still sat in the corner of the room, his back against the wall. Earlier, he had checked the drawers for anything of use, but had found nothing. Being kept in one area reminded him of when he visited the Seelie, however, that was outside, and he could always summon Ethos to take him for a walk so he could stretch his legs. The two Shadowhunters had been back to check on him, but he had not spoken, unsure of what he should do. He had tried many times to come up with a way to pry the bracelet off, but nothing seemed to work. Through studying it, he'd noticed that there was a place for a tiny key to go, which he assumed would unlock it. However, he had not yet located the key, not seeing it anywhere visible on the Shadowhunters, either.

It was the second night, when he heard the door open again. While there was a small lamp beside the bed, he had not touched it, not minding when the light in the room started to dim, although he had little sleep. The only sleep he did get was when he dozed off for a few minutes, escaping his anxiety for a little while, before he awoke again. He was too nervous to allow himself to sleep for long.

Looking over when the Shadowhunter boy entered, he watched him quietly, as he came closer. Zach cleared his throat, glancing down at Kellan. "You really should eat," he urged him, once he noticed that Kellan hadn't touched the food in the plate that had been left for him.

"I'm not hungry," Kellan replied simply, staying where he was.

"I know it's probably not like the food in the Seelie, but…" Zach said, before trailing off. "I promise we haven't done anything to it."

Kellan did not respond to his remark, watching him carefully for a moment. He seemed like the most sensible of the two siblings. "Please… Zach," he said, finally. It was the first time he had said the Shadowhunter's name, and it felt right on his tongue. "You need to let me go before it's too late. I do not want you or your sister harmed."

Zach stared at him, before eventually sitting down, on the edge of the bed. "You know I can't do that. We have spent a long time searching for you. This-…" He seemed to struggle with his words for a moment, as if he wasn't sure how to express it. "This is the first time that I've felt like everything could be right again. That we could all be happy. And I know you don't understand just yet, but we will fix things. Either that, or die trying."

Kellan was unsurprised – every time he had tried to warn them, or talk them out of things, they hadn't listened. He was suddenly aware of the fact that now Zach was in the room, the feeling of discomfort that had been plaguing him, had disappeared, and his thoughts turned to their matching injuries again. "You have used some dark magic to bind us together?" he asked, cautiously.

"It was just so that we could find you," Zach admitted, a hint of guilt in his voice. "Grace will find a way to reverse it. I'm sorry about your injuries. I didn't intend for that."

Kellan didn't dwell on the last part, wondering more on how such a bond could be broken. If the Hunt managed to come and take him back, he wasn't sure how they would fare apart. At least in the Faerie, it seemed to grow duller. "It is dangerous, messing with such things," he remarked, after a pause.

"I know, but it was worth it," Zach replied, pressing a hand against his side. "I'm sorry if it caused you trouble."

Sighing, Kellan raised a hand to brush some curls from his face, not knowing how to reply. It was too late to berate him much, now. But he doubted the consequences would be good. Zach stared at his other free hand, which was turned up and inhaled sharply.

"What did they do to you? Grace told me about it, but-…" The scars on his palm had been visible, and Kellan quickly turned his hand over, to hide them. "I worried about how they've been treating you."

"It was nothing I didn't deserve," Kellan replied mildly, brushing the thought away. "You don't need to concern yourself with my treatment."

"But-… But I was the one that should have protected you," Zach said, and his voice broke. "I will never forgive myself for failing."

While he did not know the circumstances of his death, Kellan shook his head. "Don't blame yourself," he inhaled. "I'm sure that I wouldn't have."

Zach wiped at his eyes quickly, and Kellan looked away, letting him compose himself. It felt wrong to be watching such a moment.

Swallowing, his eyes darted around the room, finding the light had grown darker. "What was I like?" he asked finally, quietly. He hadn't meant to ask, but the words had just slipped out. "Before, I mean."

Zach gave faint laugh, before running his fingers through his hair. "Reliable, loyal, smart," he said. Kellan peeked a look at him, noticing a slight smile on his lips. "There was nothing you wouldn't do for our family. You were passionate for the rights of those with Downworlder blood, as well. Perhaps if you'd still been there… you would have advocated to the Clave for them. You were a good parabatai, and Grace adored you."

Kellan bit his tongue, looking away uncomfortably. "I… shouldn't have asked," he said, lowering his voice. "I'm not the same Kellan you knew."

"But I still see him in you," Zach said, his fingers knotted in the sheets, and he nodded towards Kellan's neck. "I see you still wear it."

On instinct, Kellan's fingers closed around the demon's tooth at his neck and he gave a slight nod, which one had to look hard for, to notice. He had never been sure why he'd kept such a tie to his past. He was almost tempted to ask more about it, before he stopped himself, turning away. He couldn't help but wonder what the Hunt faeries would think of him, talking with his Shadowhunter captors. He was a little ashamed, knowing he hadn't put up a fight. Aspen certainly would have acted differently, if such a thing had happened to him.

They both fell into a silence, although it was not uncomfortable, and Kellan found his other senses grew sharper in the dark. It seemed like a long while, before he heard the other boy's breathing grow more even. Looking up, he made out his outline, realising he'd fallen asleep on the bed. He'd looked exhausted, so Kellan hadn't been surprised. After a long while, when he was sure that he was in a deep sleep, Kellan slowly and carefully rose to his feet, staring at him for a long moment. He wasn't as lean as Kellan was, but there were some slight similarities, mostly in their eyes. It was obvious that Kellan was the only one with faerie blood. Stepping forwards, Kellan searched the Shadowhunter's pockets, his fingers light as he made sure not to wake him. He felt a prick of guilt, but he promptly pushed it away. Finally, he drew his hand back. The key for the bracelet was not on him.

Sitting back in his former position, Kellan pondered over whether Grace might have it on her, or whether they'd keep it somewhere else, where it was safe. Exhaling, he decided he'd have to wait a bit longer to see. He hoped, despite everything, that there would not need to be any bloodshed.