A/N: So please let me know if you guys can see this chapter as I've had some trouble posting it. 

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

Jem sat carefully on his bed, grimacing a little. The joints at his wrists and ankles were aching which meant that he was beginning to suffer from lack of the drug; he had forgotten to take it that morning.

As if his body was trying to prove a point, a cough ripped through him suddenly. He scrabbled for a handkerchief from his pocket, pressing it to his mouth.

It came away red.

Sighing, he reached for the silver box on the bedside table as well as some water. He tipped some of the silver powder in the glass, swallowing it quickly.

How he hated the stuff.

"Jem?" It was Will, knocking on the door. "Jem, are you in there?"

"One moment," Jem called back quickly, hurrying to hide the bloody handkerchief and put back the box.

He didn't need Will knowing about his illness. His parabatai had enough to worry about without worrying about him too. Jem didn't want him to carry a burden that wasn't his to bear...at least not yet.

Once he was sure that all the evidence was gone, he opened the door. Will looked up from his once again freshly bandaged wrists.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked. Jem nodded, shutting the door behind him.

"Ready when you are," he replied. He began to lead the way down the corridors but Will grabbed his coat to stop him

"Is that blood on your sleeve?" He asked a little frantically, bringing up Jem's hand to show him. For a moment, Jem felt panic but quickly composed himself.

"Papercut," he explained. "I drew an iratze but I must have got some blood on my sleeve."

"Oh," Will said. He looked unconvinced so Jem continued to walk down the corridor quickly. Will couldn't know. He just couldn't.

"So what was the street you saw?" Jem asked before Will could question him further.

"Gunthorpe Street," Will replied. "I saw myself walking past it. I think it was the night I went missing." Jem nodded.

"All right," he said. "That's in the East End so we better get going. But before that, we're going to have to stop by the weapons room." Will's eyes widened.

"You have a weapons room?" He asked. Jem couldn't tell if he was excited or wary. He laughed a little.

"We have a weapons room," he said, walking down another corridor. "We're Shadowhunters, Will. We have to fight the demons some way."

"I suppose," Will replied. Jem smiled a little and placed his hands on two huge doors. Pushing them open, he walked inside, gesturing for Will to follow him.

-*-*-*-*- Gideon -*-*-*-*-

Gideon shoved his hands deep into his pockets, keeping his head down to avoid the biting wind. He was heading to Hyde Park to meet Gabriel, but his heart was hammering with nervousness.

What if Gabriel had told his father he was meeting him? Gideon was sure he wouldn't but it still worried him. If his father knew he was here, then all he'll could break loose.

He rounded a corner and slipped through the gates of the park, walking quickly to a bench. He hoped Gabriel would show. Not only because Gideon wanted to see him, but also because Will's life hung in the balance. If Gideon didn't find out anything today, then they'd be back to square one.

"Gideon?" Gideon snapped his head up, looking at his little brother. It was like he had materialised out of nowhere. Gideon studied him for moment, taking in the dark shadows beneath his brother's eyes and the pale skin.

"Gabriel," he said, standing abruptly. "You came."  Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

"That much is obvious," he grumbled. Gideon swallowed a little from his bluntness but gestured to the bench.

"Would you like to sit down?" He asked. Gabriel looked at the bench then shrugged, taking a seat. Gideon tentatively sat next to him and the two were silent for a few minutes. Gideon's heart was hammering with nervousness but he swallowed hard, attempting to start a conversation.

"How are you?" Gideon asked. "How's father?"

"You would know if you hadn't of left," Gabriel said coldly. He just stared out into the park, refusing to meet Gideon's eyes.

"Gabriel, I'm not here to fight," Gideon sighed. "Please, can't we just talk like brothers for half an hour before we act like we're at each other's throats again? I know you don't want to fight me, but you're confusing honour with stubbornness. You know that what father was doing is wrong." 

"He was fighting for our mother's last wish!" Gabriel shouted. "And you betrayed him, betrayed her, betrayed me."

"I didn't betray you, Gabriel," Gideon said. He leant forward on his elbows, running his hands through his hair. "I love you; you're my brother. Please, just talk to me." Gabriel looked at him then closed his eyes.

"Fine," he growled. "Father isn't well, if you must know. But he'll be better soon."

"And you? How are you?"

"I'm all right."

"Are you sure?" Gideon pressed. "I know being in a house alone with father isn't easy. You don't look like you've been getting much sleep."

"Gideon, I'm fine," he snapped. "I don't want to talk about this so if that's the only reason you're here then go. Just leave." Gideon sighed.

"Look, if you're not going to let me help you, then maybe you can help me," he said, looking towards Gabriel. He was met by cold and guarded eyes but he swallowed hard and continued.

"You know that Will went missing last month-" He started before getting interrupted by Gabriel laughing.

"Found his body have you?" he asked, chuckling. "I always said that Herondale wouldn't live to see his nineteenth birthday. What did Carstairs say when they found him?" Gideon bit his lip to prevent himself from saying something he might regret. He couldn't lose his temper otherwise he might never get the information he wanted.

"No, they found him alive," Gideon said.

"Well, that's disappointing."

"But the people who took did something to him," Gideon continued. "Will's lost his memory. He doesn't remember anything or anyone. He didn't even remember that he was a Shadowhunter." Gabriel blinked in surprise. He obviously wasn't expecting that.

"How is that possible?" he asked. "Are you sure he isn't faking it for attention?"

"Why would he? Why would he do that to his family, his parabatai?" Gideon questioned. "You didn't see him, Gabriel, when Jem and Tessa brought him back. He had been tortured belong belief...he was completely broken." He watched Gabriel's face for any signs of remorse or despair for Will. There was a flicker of shock and despair, but it was gone as soon as it came.

"What does this have to do with me?" Gabriel asked.

"I just need to know if anyone came to the house to visit father in the past month," Gideon replied. "Anyone who was suspicious. We know that father was...well, in league with Mortmain. If it was Mortmain who took Will, we need to know about it."

"You know father doesn't involve us in his affairs," Gabriel muttered. "And besides, if I did know something, why would I tell you, especially if it is to help Herondale?"

"Because you don't want the world to be ruled by a madman," Gideon said. "If Mortmain gets what he wants, then we're all in danger. If you know anything, Gabriel, please tell me." Gabriel sighed, leaning forward.

"I don't know much," he said. "But two weeks ago, a man came to the house. It wasn't the Magister, it was someone else."

"Did you see his face?" Gideon asked.

"No," Gabriel replied. "He wore a bronze mask of a wolf on his face, but his clothes were very fine. I could tell he was rich."

"What did he want?"

"He came to see father," Gabriel said, leaning back. "Whoever he was, father seemed nervous around him. He called him Lupus, you know, the Latin for wolf. I don't think that's his real name though."

"Did he talk to father for long?"

"No," Gabriel said. "They went into father's study for about ten minutes. Lupus said something about a payment, and father said it would be in soon. Then Lupus said something about a progress report, but that's when the study door closed and I didn't hear anything else." Gideon thought for a moment, clasping his hands together.

"That does seem strange," he finally said.

"You're telling me," Gabriel agreed. Gideon stood to his feet.

"You'd better go home before father realises you're gone," he said. "I don't want to get you in trouble." Gabriel regarded him, standing as well. "Will you tell me if you hear anything else?"

"Yes," Gabriel said. "But not for Will's sake." Gideon hugged his brother, clapping him on the back.

"And remember, if you ever need me, you know where I am," he told him. "Remember that." Gabriel nodded, looking at his brother one last time before turning and walking from the park. Gideon waited for a few moments before leaving too, slowing trudging back to the Institute.

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

"So why exactly do I have to be invisible?" Will asked as he and Jem walked quickly through the streets of London. He was decked out in an outfit that Jem called gear, and various weapons lined his belt. Not that he knew how to use them.

"We're glamoured because the mundanes can't see what we're doing," Jem explained. "If they saw us walking around with swords, then they'd be very scared. Shadowhunters protect mundanes so what good would we be if they saw us and the Shadow world? They'd be in even more danger."

"I guess that makes sense," Will muttered. Jem grinned and rolled his eyes. They rounded a corner and came out onto a road. It was completely deserted of all pedestrians. There wasn't even any beggars around. Will stopped abruptly.

"This is the place," he whispered. "I was here." Jem looked around a little apprehensively.

"We're not quite at the street you saw yet," he said. "I think it's a little way further down." He began walking again, and Will reluctantly followed him. He suddenly had a sick feeling in his stomach and a pounding in his head. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. What if this was a trap? What if the people who took him left him this memory for a reason, to draw him back in?

"Will, are you all right?" Jem asked from ahead of him. Will realised that he had stopped again.

"Yeah," he said, shaking his head. "I'm fine." Jem looked a little worried but seemed to dismiss it. He pointed up ahead at a small street that went off the main road.

"There," he said. "That's Gunthorpe Street." Will swallowed hard. It was strange, he was finally getting a piece of his past, a piece of the puzzle, and yet he was hesitating. What was wrong with him? What was he so scared about?

Jem seemed to sense his fear and laid a hand on Will's arm. "I'll check it out first," he said. "How about you wait here until I call?" Will nodded gratefully. Jem smiled then disappeared around the corner.

Will leant on the wall of a building, his hands in his pockets to keep them from shaking. He watched the street for any pedestrians, but also explored his own thoughts, trying to pick out any memory that linked himself to this street. But everything was just a blurred mess, a muddle. How was he meant to find his memories and figure out what happened to him if he couldn't even pick out one memory from the murk. It seemed hopeless.

"Will," Jem called. He came round the corner again, looking quite concerned. "You may want to have a look at this." Will nodded then followed Jem into the small street. Jem lead his right to the end then pointed to the wall.

It was stained with a dark liquid that certainly wasn't paint. "Blood," Will said. "My blood?"

"Maybe," Jem replied. He crouched down, picking up a small piece of fabric from the floor. "This looks like a part of your gear. Maybe it got ripped by the person who attacked you."

"What's that?" Will called, pointing to a dark corner of the street. Jem looked up from his analysis and stalked towards the corner. He bent down then straightened again, a dull grey mask in his hand.

"A wolf mask," he said, looking at Will. "Like the one in your dream, just a different material."

Will was suddenly hit by a wave of dizziness and he fetched up against the wall, his hands on his knees. The world seemed to tilt, making him feel sick. He could see Jem in front of him, his lips moving but Will couldn't hear what he was saying. Blood roared in his ears and he could hear his own heart beat thudding, echoing around his pounding head.

"I can't breathe," he gasped. "I can't breathe." He felt Jem's hand on his shoulder and suddenly, he felt steady again. The street stopped tilting and he managed to hold in his breakfast.

"Will, look at me," Jem said firmly. "Hey, are you all right?" He nodded, glancing around the street.

"I'm fine," he said. "I'm fine." Jem didn't look convinced.

"What happened?" he asked. "What was that about?" Will shook his head, signalling he didn't know what was wrong. Jem bit his lip but tucked the mask into his belt.

"We should probably get back," he told Will. "You look like you need a break."

"No, I'm all right," Will protested. "It was just the shock. I'm fine." Jem raised an eyebrow but said nothing. They searched up and down the rest of the street for another half an hour but found nothing else. Jem eventually called it a day, saying that they had enough to trace the next clue. Will nodded and the pair started to walk from the street.

Will was about to round the corner to get back onto the main street but Jem suddenly grabbed his arm, yanking him back.

"What are you-?"

"Shh!" Jem hushed him. With his back against the wall, Jem peered around the corner, jumping back in a second. "Damn it," he said. "I thought they'd been too quiet for months."

"Jem, I don't understand," Will whispered. "What's going on?" Jem looked at him, his face pale and grave.

"Mortmain's automatons," he said. "There are a dozen of them on the street. I think they might be looking for us."

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