A/N: So the picture above......omg I love it! Don't know who made it but I love it. Who else?

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

"So what can you do to help me?" Will asked Magnus once they were all seated comfortably in the living room. He and Jem had sat on the roof for almost an hour, just talking about anything and everything. It seemed that Will's fear of ducks came up more than once although Will couldn't imagine why he was scared of them.

Will had only agreed to come down once he was sure that Jem had told him everything about his illness. He hated to press Jem too much; he could see that he was uncomfortable about the topic. Will noticed how whenever his parabatai got nervous, he would always have something to occupy his hands. On this occasion, it was the hem of his shirt that he was picking apart.

"Are you alright?" he had asked him. Jem looked flushed scarlet and was slightly damp with sweat from the fever. "Are you ill again?"

"No, I'm fine," he said, clearing his throat. "It's just...well, the murder of my family just brings back some bad memories...things that I have tried hard to forget."

"I'm sorry that you have to talk about it to me again," Will aid softly. Jem smiled slightly.

"It's all right," he said. "It isn't your fault."

It astounded Will that Jem could be so brave and courageous about his illness and yet still be the same caring person that he had always been. He didn't let his illness define who he was, and that what something that Will admired about Jem. It was probably why they were parabatai.

"Memories are extremely hard to deal with," Magnus said, drawing Will from his thoughts and back into the room at present. "Normally, it is only the person who took the memories that can give them back." He paused, a mischievous glint in his cat eyes. "I, however, have often found ways to deviate from the norm."

Tessa chuckled and shook her head. Will found himself staring at her smile, at the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed. She was quite possibly the most beautiful woman Will had ever seen.

But she wasn't his.

"It won't be easy," Magnus continued. "But I can do it." Jem nodded next to Will.

"What do you need?" He asked.

"I need you and Will, that is all," Magnus said. "In order for me to draw out some memories, you need someone else with a close enough bond to act like an anchor. There is nothing stronger than the parabatai bond for this."

Will looked at Jem a little nervously. If this worked, they might be able to see what happened to him. But if it didn't, then they would be no closer to finding out what happened to him.

"All right," Will said finally. "I'll do it. As long as you're sure, Jem?" Jem nodded in reply.

"Yes, I'm sure," he said. He turned to Magnus again. "What about the wolf mask we found? Do you know anything about it?"

"I have never seen anything like it. But perhaps the answer may lie in Will's lost memories," Magnus mused. "If not...well, you're Shadowhunters aren't you? That's your job to figure this stuff out." Jem grinned.

"I suppose so," he agreed. Will watched him as he took a deep breath, running his slightly shaking hands through his silver hair. He still didn't look entirely well with his pale skin and shallow breathing.

"You don't have to do this, Jem," Will said softly. "Not if you're not ready." Jem smiled slightly, looking down at his hands.

"I should be asking you that," he mumbled. He seemed to be thinking about something, something important. He raised his head, looking up at Magnus with tired eyes. "When can you do this?" he asked.

"Right now," Magnus replied. "If you would like." Jem closed his eyes.

"We'll do it," he said. A few minutes later, they had pushed back all of the furniture and Magnus was kneeling on the floor, drawing a circle with some chalk. Jem stood in the corner of the room, just holding Tessa in his arms and whispering to her. Will couldn't help but watch them, wondering if he had ever loved anyone as much as Jem loved Tessa.

He needed her. Will could see that. Jem was just one of those people who found his strength in others, and Tessa was his strength. Maybe that was why he felt the way he did towards Tessa. Perhaps he was grateful to her for keeping Jem strong.

"You're wondering why you have certain feelings for Tessa, aren't you?" Magnus suddenly said from next to him. Will looked at him sharply.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he lied. Magnus laughed softly.

"Will, you confessed your feelings for Tessa to me," he said. "I know exactly what you feel because you told me." Will didn't know how to answer that.

"What else did I tell you?" he eventually said through gritted teeth.

"Nothing else," Magnus chuckled. "Don't worry. You haven't spilled all your dark secrets to me just yet."

Will watched as Jem kissed the top of Tessa's head. She turned to Will, nodding before leaving the room.

"Where is she going?" he asked Jem who came over to him.

"I asked her to go back to the Institute," Jem replied. "I just remembered that Gideon was going to see his brother today to see if he knew anything. Tessa said she'd go back to see what he found."

"Oh," Will said. He wasn't entirely sure that he felt comfortable with Tessa leaving. She had reached him when he was at his lowest point and even if she was Jem's fiancé, he got the feeling that she meant the world to him.

"Are you ready?" Magnus asked. Will nodded, looking down at the floor. Magnus had drawn a perfect circle on the floor and had lit seven candles placed around it. Within the circle, Will noticed that he had drawn a giant parabatai rune.

"Lie down in the circle," Magnus instructed. Will stepped forwards, followed by Jem and they both lay down next to each other. "Both of you, listen to me carefully. Each of these candles represent someone that you have a close bond to. They're there to bring you back if needed."

"Bring us back?" Will asked. "What the hell is that meant to mean?"

"Be quiet, Will," Magnus sighed. He reached for a book that was on a table and opened it to the right page. "Now close your eyes and imagine the bond that lays between you two."

"The parabatai bond," Jem said softly.

"Yes," Magnus replied. "You both have to imagine it like a string tying the two of you together. When I start chanting, you'll probably feel a little dizzy but try to hold on. After that...well, I hope that you'll find a few memories."

"Right," Will said. "Piece of cake." Magnus chuckled a little before starting to chant. Will closed his eyes, trying to imagine the bond that tied him and Jem together. He thought of the story that Jem told him about his past, about how they met each other. He remembered the way that Jem had looked when they sat on the roof, the trust he had in his eyes as he looked at Will.

Suddenly, Will felt a tug from his parabatai rune. He heard Jem gasped from next to him. Magnus' chanting faded away and the room became quiet. Will opened one eye and then the other, sitting up. He was no longer in Magnus' apartment; everything was shrouded in a kind of darkness. It was cold too. Will could see his breath in puffs of mist in front of him.

"Jem," he whispered into the dark. "Jem, are you there?"

"Here," came a muffled voice. Will turned to the side and saw Jem sitting up next to him. "Where are we?"

"Inside my head," Will replied, looking around again. "At least, I think so."

"Your head is very empty," Jem said. Will shot him a look.

"Shut up, Carstairs," he said. Jem only grinned at him before struggling to his feet. Will stood up after him, brushing off his clothes. Jem suddenly gripped Will's shoulder tightly, pointing to something in the dark. Will narrowed his eyes, peering through the black mist. It was starting to clear, dispersing quickly.

"Is that...?" Will trailed off.

"You," Jem finished for him. "Will, that's you."

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

The mist finally cleared completely, revealing the room that Jem was standing in.

It was a cell. Black, iron bars rose up all around them, reaching up like long, claw-like fingers. The cell itself was in the centre of a large room, almost like a warehouse. The floor was a hard stone strewn with straw. It was a sinister place.

But what Jem saw in the corner of the cell scared him more.

It was Will. He was slumped in the corner, dressed in what was left of his gear. The fabric was completely tattered, almost rags, but it was also blood soaked. His feet were bare and his whole body was shivering and shaking from the icy cold. He seemed to be clutching his wrists and stomach, his face twisted in agony but his teeth gritted in an effort not to show it.

"By the Angel," Jem whispered, releasing the real Will's shoulder and stepping forward. He crouched just in front of the ghost of Will, knowing that he couldn't see him but just wanting to get closer. On the floor around him, Jem noticed scratches, tally lines.

So far there were fourteen.

"You were here for two weeks by this time," Jem said to both Will's. "God, you must have thought we weren't coming." The real Will didn't answer. "Will?" Jem stood and turned, seeing that Will was looking at something else. He went to stand next to him, looking into the darkness that surrounded the cell.

"What is it?" he asked Will.

"Lupus," Will whispered. "It's Lupus."

"What?" Jem asked. "Will, what do you-?" He didn't get to finish his question. There was a bang from somewhere outside the cell. Footsteps echoed around the room, bouncing off the high ceiling. Jem grabbed Will's shoulder, yanking him back so they stood in the corner opposite Memory Will.

"Good afternoon, Mr Herondale," a voice rang out. From next to Jem, Will tensed, every muscle in his body taunt. Memory Will shakily pushed himself to his feet, his face suddenly hardening to hide his pain.

"I can't really comment if it's a good afternoon or not," he said, sarcasm lacing through his words. "Considering I haven't seen the outside world in two weeks."

"Well, I can tell you that it is a marvellously sunny day outside," Lupus replied. He finally stepped into the light and Jem could see the glint of the bronze wolf mask. The man was dressed in rich, fine clothes, his hands occupied by a cane encrusted with gems.

"How about you let me out so I can enjoy that sunny day?" Will said. "How does that sound?"

"Oh God, it's going to happen," the real Will whispered from next to Jem. "It's going to happen again." Jem looked at him worriedly but turned back to the conversation, not wanting to miss a moment.

"You know I can't do that, Mr Herondale," Lupus said. "Not until I get what I need from you." Memory Will shot forward, grabbing the iron bars and shaking them.

"I'm not giving you what you want!" he yelled. "I'm not going to tell you where it is!" Although Jem couldn't see Lupus' face, he could tell that he was amused.

"I see you've given up your act of being in the unknown," he said dryly. He clicked his fingers and Will yelled out, releasing the bars and tumbling on the cold, stone floor. He was gasping, holding out his shaking hands.

They were burnt.

"Those will get a lot worse if you continue to talk to me like that," Lupus said. Will raised his head slowly, glaring at Lupus.

"You can do what you want with me," he spat. "I'm not going to tell you anything. Jem will find me, and when he does, you'll be sorry." Lupus laughed manically, throwing his head back.

"You still think that your parabatai is going to find you?" he chuckled. "After two weeks?" He suddenly shot forwards, dissipating into black smoke to get through the bars. The smoke surrounded Will who crouched on his knees, covering his ears.

"He's not coming for you, Mr Herondale," Lupus hissed. His voice seemed to be coming from everywhere. "He's not ever coming for you. You're all alone. You've always been alone and you'll always be alone. Your parabatai can't find you. No one can find you. You'll spend the rest of your days rotting in this cell."

"Leave me alone!" Will whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut.

"The girl you love will be taken by the Magister, bound for a life of servitude and murder."

"No, you're wrong," Will gasped. "Jem would never let that happen."

"Oh really? But what if he's dead? Your parabatai will die a slow and painful death, completely  and utterly alone despite your promise that you'll be there with him. He'll die in agony."

"You're lying!" he shouted.

"The entire Institute, the family you love so much, will be slaughtered by the automatons. They'll wonder where you went, what happened to you, but they'll ultimately know that if you had been there, you could have stopped it.

"It'll be all your fault.

"All.

"Your.

"Fault."

"Shut up!" Will screamed, his face turning scarlet. "Get out of my head! Just shut up and GET OUT OF MY HEAD!" Lupus materialised again, grabbing Will's shirt and throwing him against the bars, holding him there. Will cried out as a sizzling was heard. The bars were burning him through his clothes.

"You want me to get out of your head?" Lupus asked. "Then tell me where the book is!"

"No!" Will cried. Lupus growled but nodded. Two more men wearing grey wolf masks appeared from the darkness. Between them, they carried heavy, black chains. Will started struggling as they unlocked the cell door, dragging the chains inside.

"No!" he gasped, trying to break out of Lupus' grip. "No, please, not again!" The two men came forwards, clamping shackles around Will's wrists. He cried out as soon as the metal touched his skin. Jem could see the steam and the blood.

"If you won't willingly tell me where the book is," Lupus said, releasing Will who slumped to the ground, blood staining his tattered gear again from the wound on his back. "Then I'll burn it out of you."

Two hooks were lowered from the ceiling and the two men hooked the chains to them. Then they started to raise, slowly lifting Will up. Jem realised that this was exactly what Will was describing before.

Jem looked back to the real Will only to find that he wasn't there. He had completely disappeared.

"Jem!" Someone shouted. He recognised the voice of Magnus. "Jem, wake up!" The room went white, a roaring wind drowning out Will's screams. "Come back, Jem! Come back!"

***

Jem shot upright, gasping for breath. Magnus was crouched next to him looking very concerned. He was holding a candle in his hand which was burnt out. "What happened?" Jem asked. "How long were we out?"

"A few hours," Magnus replied.

"It felt like minutes," Jem whispered, running his hands through his silver hair. "God, I don't think we should do that again."

"Jem," Magnus said. "Listen to me carefully and don't panic." Jem looked up, suddenly feeling nervous.

"What is it?" he asked. "What happened?"

"It seems that this is more complicated than it looks," Magnus said. "Will hasn't just lost his memories. They're being oppressed from him. Right now, you're lucky to be awake."

"I don't understand," Jem said.

"If I had known before I wouldn't have sent you in," Magnus muttered.

"Magnus, tell me what's wrong with Will," Jem demanded.

"I can't bring him back," Magnus said. "He's trapped inside his own mind, and I know the reason why."

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Yes, I know that I didn't update Saturday but I am still alive so don't worry ;) Actually, I got so into this chapter that I didn't realise that I have been working on it for a whole week so yeah. And I left you with a lovely cliff-hanger at the end so enjoy that ;)

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