Disclaimer: SOME of the dialogue in this chapter, all characters (but Grace and Philip), the main story line and settings belong to Cassandra Clare. Everything else like the rest of the writing and my own characters belong to me. I do not own The Infernal Devices as they belong to the brilliant and fantastic mind of Cassandra Clare.

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'When the pain cuts you deep
When the night keeps you from sleeping
Just look and you will see
That I will be your remedy.'

- Remedy, Adele

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-*-*-*-*- Tessa -*-*-*-*-

Over the last couple of days, Tessa was questioned over and over again about Mortmain, about the watch and most of all, about Grace. They had questioned Will as well about what Mortmain said before he disappeared with Philip in tow. It took Tessa, Sophie and Jessamine a while to convince the Clave that Philip had been working for the Magister all along but, without Grace, they had no idea why.

In fact, a lot of things had gone wrong without Grace. Will had been even more rude than usual to her because he had been in such a bad mood. Grace was always the one to get Will out of a mood like this.

Jem had hardly come out of Grace's bedroom, sitting motionless by her bed and staring into space. Once, Tessa had walked past the room with the door open. Jem and Will were trying to pin Grace down to the bed as she thrashed and screamed, her cheeks flushed but the rest of her skin pale. Her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat. Tessa wanted to go in and help them calm her down but Will looked up and saw her. He slammed the door in her face before she could say anything.

Grace was still unconscious even now. The Silent Brothers had been in and out to see her under orders from the Clave. Although Will had told her that they only gave that order to make sure Yanluo didn't try to escape. They didn't care about Grace's well being at all, much less about trying to wake her up. The only Silent Brother that seemed to care at all was Brother Enoch. He came in every six hours to take Grace's temperature and heart beat and then try a remedy he had made. None ever worked like her old medicine.

She had tried to talk to Jem once when Charlotte had dragged him to dinner. He was pretty unresponsive to any of her questions. As soon as dinner was over, he was back in Grace's room, trying everything and anything to wake her up.

But she'd never forget the look in his eyes. They were just empty. There wasn't even pain there. They were just completely lifeless.

Now they were at the funeral for Thomas and Agatha, as well as several enclave members who had died during the attack on de Quincey's safe house. Tessa sat in Grace's bedroom, reading 'A Tale of Two Cities' out loud to her. It wasn't like she thought it would wake Grace up. But her voice might just comfort her in whatever nightmare she was living.

-*-*-*-*- Will -*-*-*-*-

Will couldn't take it anymore. He had hidden his curse from everyone in the Institute for so long that it had to stop. He was weak when he told Grace.

And she had paid the price.

He thought that she would be immune to the curse but he was wrong. He felt like a fool for even thinking it. It was all his fault. It was always his fault when someone got hurt. It had to stop. No one else was going to get hurt because of him. He wouldn't be able to bear it. Already he could feel himself going insane because of Tessa. When she thought she was dead, he let the walls come crumbling down in pure despair. He couldn't allow her in. Not yet, at least.

"William Herondale?" Magnus said, entering the pallor where Will was waiting. "My, my, this is a surprise."

"I need your help," Will said, cutting straight to the point. Magnus sat down and spread his hands.

"Tell me," Magnus said. "What's troubling you?"

"Grace told me that you'd help me," Will said, not answering the question. "She made me promise that I'd come and see you. I'm not going to break that promise."

"I heard about Grace, actually," Magnus said. "That must be hard for you and her brother-"

"Will you help me or not?" Will demanded. Magnus studied him with curious eyes.

"Yes," he said. "What do you want me to do?"

-*-*-*-*- Grace -*-*-*-*-

Grace tumbled in the darkness, bumping into nightmare after nightmare. When one ended, she was sent spinning away back into the blackness again, waiting for the next spasm to hit.

Every so often, voices would drift around her but she couldn't put any names to them.

"She won't wake anytime soon."

"Come on, Grace. You have to keep fighting."

"She's burning up again. What is it doing to her, Jem?"

"Will, help me keep her down!"

"Why can't they just leave her alone?"

"I don't think I can live without her, Will."

"We're falling to pieces."

"'It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way — in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only...'"

The last one sounded like someone was reading. Who read a lot? Who was always quoting books? She couldn't remember.

Now she was being thrown into another nightmare. The invisible waves were pushing her into it. She braced herself for it...

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Grace awoke on a soft bed with silk sheets. She blinked a couple of times then rubbed her eyes. She had done it. She had fought it off.

She heard someone enter the dark room. Maybe it was Jem or Will. "Jem?" she called. "Jem, is that you?"

"Who are you calling Jem?" a woman said. With her pounding head, she couldn't quite determine who was speaking. It must be Charlotte.

"Where am I?" Grace asked tiredly. "What time is it?"

"You're still in bed and it's eight o'clock in the morning," she said.  "And you shouldn't be speaking English, Grace. It's Wednesday which means we speak Chinese today." Grace froze. As the curtains were thrown back, she almost screamed.

"By the Angel..." she whispered.

"What's the matter, Grace?" her mother asked. "You look as if you've seen a ghost."

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Hi everyone!!!

So, that was the end of my fanfic for Clockwork Angel! I really hope you enjoyed it. You guys are amazing!

So, Clockwork Prince shall be in this same book as I said last chapter. Stay tuned for the next update!

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Clockwork Prince:

Grace is unconscious, trapped in an elaborate vision where history has literally been rewritten. She'd always wondered what would have happened if Yanluo never killed her parents. Now, she has to escape before it's too late to save Jem. But can she lose her parents for a second time?

Meanwhile, Jem is a ghost of himself, caught up on revenge for his sister. Mortmain is still out there and Jem is determined to catch him and bring him to justice. There's just one problem: the Clave. Jem thinks it's all over until Philip suddenly appears at the Institute one day, begging for forgiveness and offering his services. Jem now faces a choice: trust the person who betrayed them in the first place or lock Philip up in the Silent City and never know how to cure Grace. It's either catch the Magister, or save Grace. Can he make that choice or will the lust for revenge destroy him?