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Hi guys, so I have an idea to write a TMI fanfiction much like how I wrote 'Cursed'. So far I only have a title and the idea. It would be called: 'Forever and Ever' and it would be about Jace's twin sister who has a certain problem (which I won't tell you for now ;))....as you can see, similar to 'Cursed' but the whole plot will be different. I may even include Grace...perhaps ;)

I'll get a blurb up as soon as possible but for now, please let me know if you're interested in reading it or if you like the sound of it.

Okay, that's it for now.

Enjoy the chapter!

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

"Get him on the table!" Magnus yelled, pointing to the infirmary platform where Gideon and Henry carried Will to. Jem just collapsed into a chair, his hands in his hair as he tried to slow his breathing. He couldn't lose control of his fear. Not now.

This isn't happening.

"Jem," Charlotte said, suddenly appearing at his side. She held out a glass of water to him and Jem could see the flecks of silver powder floating on the surface. "Jem, drink this."

"I-"

"Don't argue with me, James," she said sternly. "Will needs your strength. Drink your medicine. Now." He didn't have the energy to argue with her. He took the glass and down the water in one gulp. Instantly, the aching that had been penetrating his bones and the pain that was radiating from his abdomen eased off, now only a dull throb which would soon disappear as soon as the medicine took its full effect.

But that was the last thing on Jem's mind.

Gideon and Henry had placed Will's convulsing body on the table, trying to pin his down in order to allow Magnus to work. Jem didn't want to watch the scene, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the blood tricking from his parabatai's nose and the corners of his mouth. He couldn't remove his gaze from Will's pale and gaunt face.

This isn't happening.

"A piece of the sword has broken off!" Magnus shouted. "Someone get me some tweezers now!" Henry wordlessly obeyed, passing Magnus whatever medical tools he ordered from the table set up at the back of the infirmary.

Jem remembered the way that Magnus had suddenly appeared in front of them just as the Unseelie King disappeared. He remembered how fearful and distressed the warlock had looked as he muttered spells to keep Will alive long enough for them to carry him to the Institute. He remembered just watching the sword cut through Will as if he was paper, the Unseelie King standing behind him with the look of pure smugness plastered on his face. He remembered kneeling by Will's side, begging him to stay alive.

But he also remembered the nightmarish visions the Unseelie King had concocted, dreams that always ended just like this.

This isn't happening.

"Hold him down!" Magnus yelled at Gideon and Henry who tightened their grip on Will, pinning him to the table to try and control the spasms that hit his body. Jem carried on focussing on his breathing, sending every last drop of strength and power he could muster to Will. Finally, Magnus managed to tug the shard of metal from Will's stomach and instantly began trying to heal up the gash. Gideon and Henry applied iratzes but none seemed to be working.

Jem raised his eyes and noticed that Magnus was looking at him, sending him a message that only he would understand. Slowly and painfully, Jem pushed himself to his feet, shuffling forwards and placing his hand on Will's forehead. He took Henry's stele from his hand and drew healing rune after healing rune upon Will's skin.

He had no idea when Gideon had left the room to check on his brother. He had no idea when Henry took Charlotte in his arms as they sat next to the bed. He didn't even know when Magnus collapsed in the chair and fell to sleep. But he did know that he would heal Will. He would do it even if it killed him.

This isn't happening.

"Jem?" a fragile voice asked. He didn't respond until a cool hand lay upon his feverish one, stopping him from drawing at least the fiftieth iratze. "Calm down, Jem. Breathe, please." Before he even knew it, he was sobbing into Tessa's arms, just falling into her as if he couldn't take the weight anymore. His parabatai was dying. His brother was dying. Those were the only thoughts that were running through his head.

"He's still alive, Jem," Tessa whispered in his ear, clutching him tightly. "He's still with you. He won't leave just yet." Jem sniffed and composed himself, his vision and head finally clearing enough for him to think straight. He took at deep breath, looking to the closing stomach wound and convincing himself that it was going to be all right.

"Where's Cecily?" he asked Tessa, suddenly thinking about Will's younger sister. He had a duty to protect those his parabatai loved when Will couldn't. But the look on Tessa's face made his heart stop for the third time that day.

"She..."

"No..."

"She disappeared," she whispered. "Not just gone missing. I mean, she completely disappeared into thin air. It was like she never existed at all."

This isn't happening.

-*-*-*-*- Jace Herondale -*-*-*-*-

"What are you doing?" Alec asked, his expression mostly neutral as it always was apart from his exasperated tone. Jace looked up at him from his position on the floor of his bedroom. He was surrounded by paper. Photographs, legal documents, loans, letters, certificates and even diary entries were scattered around him as he placed them in an order he could understand.

"Learning," Jace replied. Alec raised an eyebrow but took another step into the room.

"Why did you get your father's box out again?" he asked sceptically. "I thought you put it all behind you."

"I have," Jace replied. "I just...I just needed to know something...to explain it."

"Explain what?"

"What it's like to be a Herondale."

"Jace, you know what it's like," Alec told him. "You are a Herondale. Of course you do."

"It's not for me," Jace said. "It's for Kit. You know, Christopher Herondale, or otherwise known as Kit Rook? Tessa and Jem found him and Emma thought that I should meet him. A family get together or something. Considering that we're the only two left, it won't be much of a party."

"Then why do you need these?" Alec asked, perching on the end of the bed and gesturing his hand to the organised chaos on the floor.

"Because I need to know what it has always been like, not just for me," Jace sighed. "This kid, he's the only link to my blood family that I have, and I didn't have the best of starts in life when discovering who I really am. I just want him to do better than me. You know, not having to face the whole I-have-four-surnames-what-the-heck-shall-I-do problem."

"Well, that will be a long name when you propose to Clary," Alec chuckled.

"Yep, I'm so going to ask Clary to be Mrs Clarissa Herondale-Lightwood-Morgenstern-Wayland-Fairchild," Jace replied dryly. Alec knew about his planned proposal, of course. He did employ his help on finding a ring, although they had both decided that the Herondale ring will suffice.

"So this kid then," Alec said slowly. "What are you going to say to him when you meet him?"

"Welcome to the family?" Jace suggested which only received an eye roll from his parabatai. "In truth, I don't know. I'm hoping something will just...happen." Alec shrugged.

"Fair enough," he said. Jace was about to say something sarcastic but the sudden cold feeling shot through his veins, making the words get stuck in his throat. His posture stiffened and his eyes went wide as he pressed a hand to his chest.

"Jace?" Alec asked, leaping off the bed and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Jace, are you alright?"

"I-"

"By the Angel, what the hell is that?!" Alec shouted, gesturing to Jace's hand. Jace lifted his left hand to his face, staring at the way it was dissolving into black smoke. He grunted, leaping to his feet and backing away from Alec, frantically shaking his arm as if he could stop it. But the icy feeling continued to travel up to his shoulder, slowly eating away at his chest.

"What the hell is happening?!" Alec yelled. Jace looked up at him, his eyes wide. He had no idea what this was, but he knew that it wasn't good. God, this wasn't the way he pictured his death. He looked up at Alec, holding out his partially dissolved hand.

"Alec," he said as calmly as he could. "Tell Clary I love her."

"No, Jace!" Alec cried. "No, you're not doing this right now. We'll figure this out. Just hold on!" He began yelling for Izzy and Clary, but Jace knew that no one else was here.

"Alec," Jace said, locking eyes with his parabatai. I'm sorry." And he completely dissolved into smoke.

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When Jace opened his eyes, he found himself not dead but staring at a dark, murky river. He let his gaze travel upwards where he was faced with a massive, elegant building with a huge clock tower. Big Ben, Jace thought. He was in London, but how? And more importantly, why?

"Excuse me?" a voice asked. Jace turned and found himself facing a young girl, perhaps of sixteen, with brilliant bright blue eyes and ink black hair. "Good afternoon. I am sorry to bother you but could you explain to me why you just appeared from smoke?"

Jace blinked. "You can see me?" he asked. The girl rolled her eyes.

"Yes, I am a Shadowhunter," she said. "Of course I can see you." Jace suddenly felt slightly embarrassed that he hadn't noticed the girl's runes and gear, although the gear looked like a much earlier form.

"Oh, right, yeah," Jace cleared his throat. "To answer your question, I absolutely have no idea. If I did, do you really think I'd be here? Seriously what kind of a question is that?" The girl huffed.

"Well that's perfect," she growled. "First I dissolved into smoke and then I get stuck with a narcissistic idiot, after everything that has happened today."

"Sorry to interrupt your rant, but could you tell me where the hell I am?" Jace demanded. "And who the bloody hell are you?" The girl flashed her violet eyes angrily at him.

"Cecily Herondale," she told him curtly. "And you're in London, you idiot. London 1878. How do you not know that?"

Jace could barely answer. London 1878? That was just impossible. And no wonder this girl was a Herondale with an attitude like hers. Jace had seen a lot of things in his time, but he had never experienced anything like this.

"This is crazy..." he whispered, looking around at Victorian London beyond. "This isn't happening. This is ridiculous."

"Why?" Cecily asked curiously. "Who are you? Where do you come from?"

"You're not going to believe this," Jace said. "But I'm Jace Herondale, and I'm from 135 years in the future."

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Hello everyone!

Yep, I know that this is late but school has been crazy with exams and everything plus this chapter has taken a while to plan because of the different time zones.

Buuuuuuuut more importantly, JACE IS IN LONDON! What do you guys think of that twist?

Okay then, that's all from me. Don't forget to vote and comment!

Love y'all!

CricketCat