When Casey's memories resurfaced he learned many new things, along with developing new feelings. He was confused mainly; he wondered why his mother wasn't honest. Was it because he did not think that Casey would understand?

He was also angry. He was angry at his mother for wiping his mother, at his father for doing what he had done - and he was even angry with Jonathan for dying and leaving him in this cruel world.

But Casey also realised that he began to feel homesick. He may have only been a toddler, but his memories were as crisp as a sheet of paper - each memory listed neatly. He recalled the Morgenstern home. How when he was small it felt like a castle, the towers tickling the sky and the door a massive gaping hole that whisked little Casey into a world were anything was possible.

The rooms seemed to be infinite, the entire house one big treasure hunt and a game of hide and seek. He remembered the meadow that flowed from their back garden. He remembered the bright green grass that glimmered in the sunlight, and the colourful daisies that lined the grass like soldiers.

He remembered how he and Jonathan had begun their training in that meadow, not really learning anything merely in love with the novelty of the wooden swords their father had given them.

He remembered how Jonathan teased him as he wore his homemade flower crown, only for the raven haired child to shove one on his head. Jonathan wore it the entire day just to make Casey happy.

He remembered how their father would take out lemonade to his twins, laughing as he watched them roll down the hill in sync.

But he also remembered Luke telling him how his home had been burned to the ground, his father and brother in it.

And yet, this was where Casey now stood. For when Magnus told Casey to think of home, subconsciously he thought of his home in Idris and the portal complied. But this house had been burned down for somewhat seventeen years, so how could he be standing at the bottom of the meadow, looking up onto the home he longed to live in once more.

Casey looked at his surroundings, panic building up, his chest feeling heavy and his throat closing up. Surely this had to be a dream, a hallucination - anything but reality.

Cautiously Casey began to walk forward, crushing the emerald soldiers of grass beneath his feet. He saw his childhood home clearer as he became closer, each arch and brick so familiar as though he had drawn it himself and brought it to life, tracing each line on the page prior.

Casey's head swung to one side as the sound of laughter filled his ears and the panic in his chest increased. It increased because he knew that laugh. It belonged to a person whom he never believed he would see again. It belonged to his brother, his twin; Jonathan Morgenstern.

And then he saw him. He saw those dark eyes that had glimmered in the moonlight, he saw his white hair that was more beautiful and crisp than the snow that fell upon the meadow in the Winter.

He was exactly how Casey remembered, and that was how he knew that the portal had not only taken him to where he deemed home to be, but it had taken him back to the nineties when he had Jonathan had only been children.

The dark eyed boy that stood at the top of the meadow locked eyes with the raven haired boy who stood at the bottom, tears no dripping down his face. Tilting his head to the side he smiled, and then proceeded to stumble down the hill, his angel blood stopping him from falling.

He stopped gracefully in front of Casey and looked up at him. Casey merely stared at the three year old, unable to form coherent words to greet him. But Jonathan was staring at Casey's bare arms and neck that now bore the familiar runes that had decorated his skin for many months, and that he had been destined to have.

"You're a shadowhunter." Jonathan noted. "So am I. And my dad, and mum and my twin brother Casey." The white haired boy added, giving the young man a toothy grin.

"Wow, I'm sure you'll be an amazing warrior." Casey smiled shakily.

"That's what my dad says. And my brother will be too. He's fast and smart and already knows so many runes." He announced proudly, puffing out his tiny chest. "Oh I'm Jonathan by the way." He added hastily, and Casey was astounded by the fact that not only was he here, but how advanced he was in his speech. Angel blood was truly an amazing thing.

"I'm Andrew." Casey lied. It would not do well for Casey to tell Jonathan his true name.

"Casey's middle name is Andrew." Jonathan gasped, informing Casey on something that he was already aware of considering he was the Casey he spoke of.

"That is a coincidence." Casey smiled as a tear began to roll down his face.

"You're crying." Jonathan pouted. "Casey says that when people cry the best thing to do is to hug them." And then without warning, Jonathan stepped forward and wrapped his tiny arms around Casey's waist. Shocked, Casey's reaction was delayed but he wrapped his arms around his brother in return.

He stepped back, offering Casey the most heart warming smiles he had ever seen. "Will you come to lunch with Father and I? Mother and Casey left this morning to go to town, but they'll be back later."

Casey's stomach turned to lead as the gut wrenching revelation hit him. This was the day that Jocelyn had ripped Casey away from his Jonathan, from his Father. But Jonathan and Valentine were not aware of this yet.

"Please will you?" Jonathan pleaded, his dark eyes shining.

Swallowing the bile in his throat, Casey smiled. He had no idea how to get home or what was going on in his universe, but Jonathan was here right in front of him. And he was living.

And so Casey took Jonathan's outstretched hand and said; "I would be honoured Jonathan."

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Ah i love a good plot twist. Did any of you see this coming?? *pietro maximoff nodding in approval and steve rogers giggling as he understands this reference*