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"Will?" Tessa's voice sang through the dust covered library. As she turned she saw only Church stretching his small limbs before stalking away. There is something odd about that cat, she thought, it seems to need to know where everyone is at every second.

Placing the book of sonnets down on the arm of the chair she followed the cat through the dim corridors. Witchlight usually bloomed so feverishly that she had to squint in order to see. Tonight however it was dim, romantic, flickering candles that shadowed the halls.

Church walked through one of the many corridors of the institute. Tessa didn't really know why she was following a cat, but it had always interested her how the mind of the animal worked. Gathering her opal coloured dress with her hands she began to run awkwardly to keep up.

With a sudden halt, Church stopped at a door across the corridor from the room she had first woken to when she arrived here. Through the slightly opened door she could hear the sound of Jem's violin. Its mesmerizing sound drew her into the room before she could rationalise her decision.

Noting her presence however, Jem did not stop. He simply rhythmically moved his fingers to continue the music until it smoothly came to the end of the song. Taking a deep breath he fell deeper into the chair he sat at.

His eyes more white then grey glistened at her as she saw the hollows in his face more clearly than ever before. He was ill. Skin which usually had a severe ivory colour was drenched by glistening particles of sweat. His mouth quivering slightly, struggling to find words.

"Shhhh..." she whispered closing in the distance between them. Placing her hand on his shoulder as she whispered a short poem, a lullaby as he took the small amounts of his drug needed to recover.

With his little energy he moved to the side, allowing room for her to sit next to him. As he lent against her chest the sound of his heart became more encompassing then the small ticking beats of the clockwork angel around her neck but slowly they both disappeared when her heavy eyes gave way to credulous dreams.

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Tessa woke to the sound of Sophie banging loudly of the door. Full of shock and confusion as the memories of Jem flooded through her mind but she found herself in her own bed.

"Master Will is here to see you," Sophie smiled sadly as she helped Tessa into one of the few dresses she owned. Since the death of Thomas and Agatha, Sophie had not been the same. She spent most of her time with Tessa in order to get away from the prying eyes of the Shadowhunters and the new servants who glared at her with false intentions.

It seemed funny to her, that now she thought of Thomas with the kindest regard and Love. She could see a compassion that didn't exist before but her uncontrollable feelings for James remained controversial. As she brushed through Tessa's neat curls William became impatient, demanding her to leave in an instance. Tessa however frowned at his behaviour, trying to minimise her wish to lecture him on how he treated her.

Storm blue eyes glared at her furiously as he marched across the room, placing himself on her bed messily. With both fear and anger she remained still, lightly untangling her hair.

"Stay away from him, he has enough to deal with!" His voice was raised and infuriated.

"Whatever do you mean?" Tessa stammered.

"James, leave him alone. I don't want any downworlder to hurt him. There are laws against it. If I find you in there again I will not be disposing of you in your bed! I can think of many dark alleys where you will never be found.

What were you thinking?

Sophie could have wandered in there, so could have Charlotte or anyone. The virtue of a Mule may not be an issue to you, but I swear, ally or not, I will harm you!"

Without another word he stood and stormed to the door, slamming it loudly behind him.

Moments later Sophie re-entered the room, silenced by Tessa wiping away the staggering tears, but did not say anothing.

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With the absence of the clockwork creatures, Tessa gathered her few possessions and walked out into the cold, wet streets of London.

She knew to get to New York she would have to earn the money somehow.

And probably the only way she could, other than giving herself away by prostitution or working in a brothel. Tessa knew she would again, voluntarily have to use her power.

As she wandered, searching for her first client, she watched the scenery change. Pubs and restaurants appeared where derelict buildings existed before.

She felt guilty running away, leaving Charlotte and Henry a letter saying so. She had placed it in one of the Charles Dickens book she had left on the bed. By the time they found it she hoped it would be too late, that she was on a steam boat to America. No one would come searching for her, but if they did, she had convinced herself she would be ready. Not even Will, the gentleman whom she had shared her first kiss and feelings of lust for could stop her.

Leaning against one of the dilapidated buildings she saw a woman, mourning over posters of a drawing on the streetlights. His hair looked as light as Jem's and she imagined the eyes of William staring back below the 'missing' sign. In an effort to both help herself and the woman who's torn dress was being used to wipe away her tears, she approached.

Swiftly and silently she moved before asking for a single item of the boys, laying out her conditions of help. It felt wrong to put a price on it, but as the mother handed over a small calved wooden figurine Tessa changed. Moulding herself like clay she listened to his thoughts which held the only evidence of his where abouts.

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At dinner Charlotte solemnly glared at the three children who showed her no compassion for the task she had to raise them. She was barely old enough to have children, let alone angst young men and women. Yet, despite the non returned feelings, she did love them.

She held in her hand the letter Tessa had left, reading it as loud as her quivering voice could manage.

Shock was plastered over Jessamine and James's faces as she emphasised her distraught emotions towards Tessa, an innocent child, wandering the streets of London.

The letter had apologised for any disturbances she had caused and wished for no one to search for her.

"We must find her," Jem declared after silence had barricaded them too long. He turned to Will, his brother in fight but could see the distaste in his eyes.

"If she wishes to not be found then I have no intentions of looking," dramatically he thumped his wine glass against the table and exited the room; leaving everyone's blank stares following him. They were all determined to understand why it was that he was willing to let go of another person who he loved but to him he was just letting go of something that would hurt him.