AN. So I noticed some people favorited/followed this story, and I just wanted to say "thank you!" That really made my day. Please read and review; I'm open to constructive criticism, so please be honest! I want to improve as a writer. Thanks again, and please enjoy!

Ch 2

A sheen of sweat gleamed on Henry's brow, glistening proudly as he bent over his work; his hands were even slippery with it. Henry's trousers, bright green in lieu of shadowhunter black, had stains on them from where he would constantly wipe the moisture from his palms. In addition to the sweat, Henry's pants were speckled with dark oil droplets drying into permanent poka-dots, as well as on his short front and sleeves -which actually did have poka-dots on them originally as well-, but he still didn't pay any attention to them as he slid his sleeve across his oil-smeared forehead.

"Henry?" A shout echoed from the hall.

"Who is that?" He replied.

"A quite peeved William Herondale. Is that Henry?"

"Indeed it is," he confirmed with a slight chuckle. "In the crypt."

Moments later, a black haired boy with two sapphire eyes embellished like jewels in his pale face appeared in the doorway. "Jessamine is being a down right twat! Again!"

"William! I doubt whatever she did warrants that language."

Will didn't even appear to have heard Henry's commending of his foul mouth; he just continued. "She's been ranting on about how poorly the rest of the Institute dresses compared to her, then how all the Nephiim are also fashionably impaired, and next thing you know, she's barking infinite insults at us and all shadowhuntters like a dog!"

"Will-"

"Honestly! She is infuriating!"

"Will-"

"I wouldn't care if she stumbled off a cliff, and I doubt she wouldn't either if it didn't mean her corpse would be maimed and quite hideous for her funeral!"

"William Herondale!"

Now dear reader, remember who Henry was, or rather what he was. Loving, gentle, whimsical. Not a screamer. But now, as he stood, pink faced and breathing loudly with a scowl on his face, Will was stunned into silence. "I don't want another ugly word about Jessamine uttered in my crypt. You need to make much more of an effort to get along with her. Understand?" Henry shot the stunned William a pointed look, to which he nodded begrudgingly. A smile returned to Henry's guide and he clapped his palms together. "Good. Now that that's settled, how would you like to witness the first test of my newest invention?" Henry moved back from his desk to reveal a carriage wheel -minus the carriage- and a small, metal cube with a round hole in the center.

A look of horror washed over William's face for a moment, but swiftly melted away into a cunning calm. "I'd love to, Henry," he purred, guile lacing his tone, though Henry was oblivious to it. "But! I think if its time for Jessamine and I to get along, I should invite her to join me."

Henry nodded gleefully. "Excellent idea, Will!"

In a flash, Will was gone and back with a passively struggling Jessamine. Her face was grim but ever poised as she swatted Will's hand, but she was too indifferent to protest further. Finally, when Will dragged her into the crypt, he winked at Henry, who was still delighted.

"Ready?" He asked Will, ignoring Jessamine with her arms crossed over her chest and a pout on her lips.

Will smiled slyly back at him. "Ready!"

"Well then, without further ado, I give you both... The Portable Lubricator!"

Jessamine rolled her eyes.

"I can see you're eager to know more, so I'll tell you. No, wait. I shall demonstrate in lieu of merely words. What better way to explain?" He lifted the carriage wheel and carried it over to Will. "Hold this, good sir!" Will grasped the wheel in both hands and held it out in front of him. Henry walked back to his desk and retrieved the cube, handing it to Jessamine. "And you hold this, madame." Her irritated countenance did not fade as she took in her hand the contraption.

"Now, this invention will lubricate the wheels off a carriage automatically and with ease! To show you how it works, Jessamine, line the hole in The Lubricator up with the center point of the wheel, press the button, and watch I work its magic!" Jessamine did so, and from between the seams of the cube along the edges sprayed an explosion of black liquid. As soon as her thumb had pressed down on the button, The Lubricator shot out oil in every direction, soaking all of them in an oil slick. Jessamine didn't move, and Will pressed his lips together tightly.

Henry scratched his scalp. "Hm. I wonder what went wrong."

Jessamine huffed out loudly. "What went wrong?! I'll tell you what went wrong! Your blasted invention ruined my brand new dress! Do you have any idea how many pounds this cost me? It's absolutely soiled!" Although her face was coated in black oil, both Will and Henry knew her face was bright red underneath. "My brand new dress! Sprayed with oil! Everywhere! Not to mention my hair! It'll take weeks of thorough washing to scrub away all this muck!"

"On the bright side, Jessamine, I heard oil does wonders for the skin...or was it creaky door hinges?" Will had a devilish grin on as he place two fingers to his chin as he pretended to ponder.

"UGH! You are absolutely HORRID!"

Will bowed.

Jessamine's eyes practically popped out of her skull as she shot Will daggers and acid before storming out of the crypt. Will finally bursted out laughing.

Henry looked at him disapprovingly. "Now, William. That was quite unkind."

Will was still laughing, wicked joy bubbling out of him. "I believe Jessamine and I have at last come to understand each other!"

Henry shook his head, but could suppress an amused chuckle and grin.