A/N: Love the picture above. Who else???

Oh and sorry for the late update. I've been so busy with school recently and this chapter took a little longer to write than I would have liked but it's here now! Enjoy!

-*-*-*-*- Jem -*-*-*-*-

"You mustn't feel like you have to go," Jem said for the fourth time that breakfast. "If you don't feel comfortable with it, you must tell me." Will looked up tiredly from his tea.

"I must go," he said. "Regardless if I feel like it or not. It might be the only way to get my memory back." Jem bit his lip but didn't argue with him.

"So you are planning to go to the Silent City today?" Charlotte asked.

"Yes," Jem said. "Perhaps Brother Enoch will be able to help Will more now that he is awake."

"When are you planning to leave?"

"Brother Enoch said he'll meet us right after breakfast," Jem said. "Apparently Will's situation is something of great interest in the Silent City. They want to see him as soon as possible." Will snorted which made Jem grin.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"You're making it sound like I'm a science experiment," Will said. "Don't get me wrong, in the case of memory loss, I would be the perfect specimen. But I would rather be treated like a Shadowhunter, and from what I read about the Silent Brothers, I doubt they are going to."

Jem blinked. That sounded an awful lot like the Will he knew...but darker. Perhaps there was hope yet, but they'd have to work at it.

"Would you like me to accompany you?" Tessa asked.

"No, it's all right," Jem replied. "Will and I can handle this. Besides, if all goes according to plan, we'll be back in an hour." Tessa smiled and nodded, squeezing his hand underneath the table. God, he loved her so much. She was so strong, so strong for the both of them. Jem knew he could trust her with anything.

"Mrs Branwell?" a voice said. Jem looked away from Tessa's gorgeous eyes to listen to Gideon who sat at the end of the table.

"Yes, Mr Lightwood?" Charlotte asked.

"I was wondering if it were possible for me to meet my brother, Gabriel, today?" Gideon said.

"You are surely not planning to go to Lightwood Manor again, are you?" she said. "Your father made it quite clear to you, Gideon, that if you were to go back, it could well end in disaster. I fear for your safety."

"I am not meeting him at the house in Chiswick," Gideon reassured her. "He has agreed to come to Hyde Park."

"Is there a particular reason for this meeting?" Charlotte questioned, raising her eyebrows. Jem knew she still didn't entirely trust Gideon.

"I just thought that, if Mortmain was connected to Will's disappearance and memory loss, then he might have shared it with my father, and perhaps Gabriel knows something that will help us," he said. He then looked down. "And, well, I suppose that I'd like to see him too." Charlotte's face softened.

"Of course," she said. Gideon thanked her and returned to his toast.

"Well, I think we should get going," Jem said, folding his napkin and rising from his seat. "Are you ready, Will?" Will nodded, also standing and following Jem to the door.

"Good luck, you two," Tessa called. Jem smiled and opened the door, gesturing for Will to go into the corridor.

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

Will sat opposite Jem in the carriage as they rattled along the roads towards what Jem called the 'Silent City.' He leant his head on the window, watching London roll by.

"Did you sleep better last night?" Jem asked suddenly. Will turned to look at him.

"Not really," he replied.

"Nightmares again?"

"Some, yes," Will said. "But not all." He looked down at his hands, the question burning in his mind. "Why did you sleep in the armchair last night?" Jem looked slightly startled, but Will sensed that he wouldn't lie.

"I...erm...I just wanted to make sure that you were going to be all right," Jem said. "And, well, I was worried that something might happen...that you might run."

"I wouldn't run," Will said.

"I know," Jem said, taking a deep breath. "I just...I just wanted to reassure myself." Will met his gaze and swallowed hard.

"Jem, I need to ask you something," he said. He clasped his hands together as he prepared himself for what he was about to say. He was afraid to ask, but knew he had to. If he didn't, nothing would ever be as it was. "Are you-"

"We're here," Jem said, sitting up straight as the carriage slowed down. Will glanced out of the window to see a group of hooded men in parchment robes.

"Don't they look jolly," he grumbled. Jem grinned.

"I wouldn't be saying that to them," he chuckled. His face then became more serious and he took a deep breath. "Just...just let me do the talking, all right? The Silent Brothers are ancient; they have knowledge more powerful than anyone. But they generally act as Shadowhunter's doctors and librarians put together. They guard the sacred archives of the Silent City as well as healing the sick and wounded. They are present at every birth, at every wedding, and at every death. They should  be able to help you." He looked nervous, as if he was trying to convince himself.

"What do you mean by 'ancient?'" Will asked. His shoulders were tense, his fists closed up tightly.

"They're immortal," Jem explained. "They used to be Shadowhunters, but chose to have powerful runes put upon them so they can aid Shadowhunters for centuries to come. But they give up their eyes and their speech for it, and live in a world of darkness."

"Oh," Will said. Jem smiled grimly.

"And before I forget," Jem said, he leant forward, his elbows on his knees. "They can speak in your mind. They can see memories that you have buried in your subconscious. They know when you are lying. Just try not to react too much." Will's eyes widened. He suddenly felt sick. He didn't want these people shifting about in his head. What if they found something he didn't want them to find.

"Jem," he whispered. "I-I don't think I can do this." Jem laid his hand on Will's bandaged wrist.

"You can," he said softly. "I know you can. It won't be easy, but you've never done anything the easy way." He hesitated, taking a breath. "I'll be there the entire time. If anything goes wrong, I'll stop it, all right?" Will nodded, swallowing hard.

"I'm ready," he said. Jem nodded and opened the door to the carriage, hopping out. He looked up at Will and gave him an encouraging smile.

"It's all right," he said. "Come on, the Silent Brothers are waiting." Will stood, climbing down from the carriage and joined Jem, standing nervously in front of the hooded men.

"Brother Enoch," Jem said in a way of greeting, nodding his head.

"James," the Silent Brother that had to be Brother Enoch said. "William."

Will blanched slightly as the voice entered his head, taking a nervous step back. Jem grabbed the arm of his jacket, bringing him forward again. He nodded at Will who gulped.

"Erm...good morning," Will replied. The Silent Brother's studied him curiously. Will felt extremely uncomfortable as they seemed to scrutinize him despite not having any eyes. In fact, they just made him uncomfortable in general.

"We have come to see what you can do to help Will," Jem said. Brother Enoch nodded. He turned with the rest of the Silent Brothers and walked down the steps, into the Silent City. Jem and Will followed cautiously.

The world became darker and colder as the pair descended. Will could see his breath in puffs of mist in front of him. What kind of place was this? What kind of people willingly chose to be here?

Jem dug into his pocket and pulled out a crystal like rock. Within seconds, it lit up with a bright, white light, illuminating the room around them. They were on a cliff, carvings cut deep into the black rock. Will gasped as he looked over the ledge of the path they were heading down.

"This is the Silent City," Jem whispered next to him, raising the stone. "Shadowhunters are buried here; their bones build this place." Will swallowed hard but followed Jem and the Silent Brothers in front.

They reached a chamber, the walls engraved with strange carvings. The floor was covered in symbols, the lines thick and black. Will knew they were runes; they screamed deadly power.

"Enter the circle, William Herondale," Brother Enoch said. Will raised his gaze and spotted the circle in the middle of the room, the edges of it rimmed with gold. He looked to Jem in apprehension.

"I can't go any further," Jem said to him softly. "You'll be fine. Trust them." Will nodded, taking a deep breath before going on alone. With one last look at Jem, he stepped inside the circle.

The Silent Brothers surrounded him, cutting off Jem from view. Will swallowed down his panic. He could do this. He had to do this.

"Open up your mind, William Herondale," Brother Enoch said. "For the process to work, you must open up your mind to us."  Will closed his eyes, trying to clear his head.

"I'm ready," he said. He felt a presence, something probing at his thoughts. It was small at first but it quickly got larger and more powerful as the rest of the Silent Brothers joined in. He squeezed his eyes shut and closed his fists.

"Do not fight us, William Herondale," the Silent Brothers said as one.

I'm not, Will wanted to say but a flash of white light shot through his mind. He cried out in pain and just heard Jem calling out to him before everything went black.

***
When Will opened his eyes, he was no longer in the Silent City. Instead, he was stood on a road, surrounded by dark buildings. The biting wind had swept the street bare of pedestrians and carriages. 

"Hello?" Will called. "Is anyone there?" He was answered by nothing but an echo. "Jem? Jem, where are you?" Again, nothing.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming towards him. Will turned and gasped, his eyes widening.

It was himself, his hands shoved deep into his pockets and his hat pulled low. He was just walking, kicking the odd loose stone across the pavement. He looked so down, as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"What are you doing?" Will whispered to himself...quite literally to himself. He watched as the other Will continued to trudge down the street, his head hung low.

The wind suddenly picked up as Will watched his mirror image disappear into the darkness. But what his other self didn't see was the sinister shadows following behind him.

"Look out!" Will cried. "They're going to kidnap you!" He shouted and yelled to try and warn his past self, but he couldn't be heard.

The world around him started to dissolve. Bricks and mortar were cracking, the buildings collapsing and the pavements crumbling into dust. Before the rest of street vanished, Will just managed to catch sight of a street name falling from the wall:

Gunthorpe Street.

"Will!" Someone shouted.

"Hello?" Will cried, each word ripping his throat raw. "Is someone there? Help me! Please help me!"

"Will, wake up!" The voice yelled. "Wake up, Will! Wake up!"

-*-*-*-*- Jem -*-*-*-*-

As soon as the Silent Brothers began to sift through Will's mind, Jem knew something was wrong. Will's fists closed up so tightly that blood trickled from his wrists where the brands had started bleeding again.

"Brother Enoch," he said. "I don't think-" He was cut off when a sharp stab of pain went through his parabatai rune. He gasped, pressing his hand to his heart and falling back against the wall, breathing hard.

What was that?

On the other side of the chamber, Will cried out, his knees buckling.

"Will!" Jem shouted. "Will!" Ignoring the Silent Brothers, Jem ran forward, kneeling by Will's side. His eyes had rolled into the back of his head, his whole body shaking.

"Come on, Will, wake up," Jem said, laying a hand on his shoulder. "Will, wake up! Wake up, Will! Wake up!"

Will's eyes snapped open and he gasped, sitting bolt right up. Jem fell back with a noise of surprise.

"Gunthorpe Street," Will croaked, looking around frantically. "I was at Gunthorpe Street!"

"What do you mean?" Jem asked. "Will, are you all right?"

"I-I remember," he stammered. "I remember being at Gunthorpe Street." He struggled up but swayed on his feet, his hand going to his head, the gash he had when they first found him having reopened. He groaned aloud.

"What happened to my head?" He asked no one in particular.

"The gash just reopened," Jem said, standing as well and gripping Will's arm to keep him upright. "As did the wounds on your wrists." An odd thought passed over Jem's mind but he dismissed it for later.

"Brother Enoch, did you find anything?" Jem asked. The Silent Brother raised his head.

"There is something wrong," he said. "We couldn't see anything. As I said before, there was something fighting us. I am sorry, but we cannot find his memories. You must find another way if you are to continue."

Jem closed his eyes in despair but composed himself quickly. "Thank you, Brother Enoch," he said formally. "We will call you again if you are needed." He guided Will from the chamber, leaving the confused Silent Brothers behind.

"They can't find my memories, can they?" Will's quiet voice said as they travelled through dark corridors.

"No," Jem said softly. "But we won't give up. There are other ways. I'm sure there are."

"But what if there aren't?" Will whispered as Jem helped him climb the steps.

"Don't give up, Will," Jem said. "There is always another way." They came up into open air and were hit by the morning light.

"Come on," Jem said, leading Will to the carriage. "We'll go back to the Institute first and get you patched up. Then, we'll go to Gunthorpe Street."

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Also, updates on this may be a little slower for this month as I'll be focussing on my Open Novella Contest story (which I actually can't believe made Round 3!) so I'm sorry if I leave you hanging for a week :( But there will be updates so don't panic!

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