A/N: SO MUCH FOR UPDATING SOON -ISH BIANCA YOU IDIOT. sorry for disappearing off the face of the earth - Bianca

"Don't be silly, Cecily." Will muttered, shaking his head. "Of course I don't. She's getting married to Jem now." Will reminded her.

"And? Why would that stop you from falling in love with her?" Cecily asked matter-of-factly. "I think it would just make you more determined. You're not how I imagined you would be."

"Sucks for you." He said chirpily, getting up. "I'm leaving."

"I'm coming with you." She pressed, dropping her weapon.

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am." And so it was decided. Will knew he couldn't push her. She was just as stubborn as he was, maybe even a little more. He sighed and rolled his eyes in agreement and set off, traipsing around London.

After a few hours, they arrived back at the institute and all that Cecily could do was complaining about how much her feet were hurting.

"You wanted to come with me. You can't just complain." Will muttered, taking a sideways glance at her.

"Yes, I can. And I will. I can do whatever I want." Cecily retaliated, sticking her tongue out. Will batted a hand, brushing her off with a shrug. "Whatever, but if you want to be a shadowhunter, which you might be, without my help, then you need to stop complaining. It's annoying, and no one can stand you anyway." He said, lowering his voice as a distressed Charlotte came into view.

"Henry. I can't find Henry." She whispered, mainly to herself as she grabbed Will's shoulders frantically. He eased her off of him, holding her by the wrist.

"Have you checked the kitchen?" He asked thoughtfully, glancing at Cecily, demanding for her to leave by a shake of his head. She obeyed a little reluctantly and made her way to the weapons room, hoping that Jem would be back. She had never planned on liking him a little, even though she wouldn't admit that herself. She wished the thought of him away as quickly as they had arrived, and her pink cheeks (from the cooling wind outside) reddened even more as she passed his room.

"...I'm sorry, Jem." She heard Tessa mutter, and she couldn't help but edge closer to the door, eager to hear more. It wasn't like her to eavesdrop. Back at home, she knew to stay well away from her parents, who were always having a conversation about dismal things, whether it be Will's sudden 'disappearance' or Ella's tragic death.

"It's not your fault, Tessie. It will be okay." He murmured into her ear, and Cecily couldn't help but roll her eyes. She wasn't one for the sweet, loving talks that she would hear the girls at school brag about, or her parents mumble each night. She almost despised it. Almost.

"I'm such a mess." She heard Tessa sniff, and thought how unladylike she might have sounded to one girl who Cecily was told about on her walk with Will; Jessamine. An annoying, loud and usually disgusted girl, he described her as, but she knew he loved her all the same, although anyone could see it wasn't anything romantic.

"No, Tessie. Here, let me play you something. How about that?" Jem said in a sweet voice that made Cecily want to burst into the room and hug him; she resisted it.

She heard Tessa croak out what could only be a 'Yes' and then a sweet noise that only a violin could muster begin to fill the room. She smiled inwardly, trying not to let thoughts of him plague her mind as she carried on walking down the hallway and into the weapons room.

"I was so worried!" Charlotte flung herself at Henry, who (not to Will's surprise) was in the kitchen, telling Bridget how he liked his eggs in the morning. ("Eggy!")

"Hey, Charlotte, it's okay, it's-" He was cut off by a slapping sound, and his hand going to his face.

"Don't ever do that again, you IDIOT!" Charlotte shouted, glaring at Henry, who now had a red cheek. Luckily for him, Charlotte didn't hit as him as hard as she could have.

"Sorry?" He asked in a small voice, smiling a little. By now, Will had left them with a smirk on his face.

"Sorry? You scared me so much!"

"You were asleep. And I left you a note and told you not to get out of bed!" He argued.

"No, you didn't." Henry dug a hand in his pocket, drawing out a small slip of paper. "Whoops." He mumbled, flinching away from her a little. "Sorry."

"Henry, you're so silly." She laughed, putting a hand to her stomach.

"Go back to bed."

"I'm not going alone. I'll be bored."

"Sleep."

"No."

"Yes."

"Henry-"

"Charlotte." Charlotte gave up at that point, turning around with slumped shoulders and a slouched back, making her way to her room although she felt Henry's presence behind her, confirming her thoughts when he tripped over something and made a loud crashing noise. She didn't acknowledge it however, smiling contently as Henry followed her into her room and they sat down on the bed and talked about the events of the day, and also what the name of her child would be. ("For the last time, Not Buford!")

"I should have guessed, William. You never really did care about her did you? You should be training with her, not leaving it as someone else's job. She is your sister! Your responsibility." Gabriel said, a smug look on his face. Will simply scoffed in an attempt to resist from punching Gabriel square in the face. "You know nothing, Will. Whilst I am to be training Tessa, I will also train her, and I will do a better job than you ever could. I am simply better." He added.

"How modest." Will mumbled, not moving to let Gabriel through.

"Honestly, William, you need to stop being such a child. You may think you're being grown up about this, but you're really not." Gabriel chided. Before Will could make another one of his witty remarks, Tessa and Jem walked past, and Will found himself clenching and unclenching his fists. It was all he could to stop himself from throwing himself at Tessa and begging for her love.

"Right, well, do come in." He muttered, risking a glance at Tessa and wishing he hadn't; He could barely tear his eyes away from her beautiful features, her brown curls falling perfectly around her heart shaped face and her dangerously stunning grey-blue eyes. Her cheeks were pinched with a light rose, and it was obvious she had come back from a walk in the park along with Jem. He heard Gabriel let out an exasperated breath, glad that it brought him back to reality.

"If you somehow hurt her, even if there is a scratch on her, you are dead." Will warned, though he didn't sound as sincere as he would have wanted.

"Of course, of course William. Don't worry, I won't touch her. I don't want to go anywhere near someone who is related to a boy as horrible as you. It is not something I would even think about doing. Not even if I was bound and gagged, forced to against my own will." He said, unimpressed by Will's earlier warning.

"Well then why are you doing it?" An amused expression lay on Will's face.

"Girls are nice." Gabriel smirked.

"If you lay a hand on her-" Will trailed off, knowing there was no point. Gabriel was barely listening anyway. He walked towards the weapons room, Will deciding it would be best if he went the opposite way. He definitely didn't want to bump into Tessa.

"What if they see us?" Sophie asked softly, close enough to Gideon to feel his warm breath on her cheek.

"They wouldn't bother us." Gideon replied, just as smoothly. His voice was carefree, and he had no means of scurrying away if someone had decided to intrude on them.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." Sophie nodded in agreement, not really sure how to continue the conversation. Her thoughts were cut off as Gideon's mouth touched hers lightly, and her breath hitched. She didn't feel safe, at least not in the open corridor that held a few candles, lighting up everywhere but the small and secluded corners. Gideon must have felt her hesitance, as he stopped, a confused, yet thoughtful look on his face.

"Is there nowhere else?" Sophie was surprised to hear how shaky her voice was and how much trembling her arms and legs were doing.

"You know this place better than I do." Gideon offered a light smile.

"We should stay here." Sophie nodded, not being able to think of anywhere they would have a smaller chance of getting caught. They resumed to their sweet butterfly kisses, Gideon convinced that he was enjoying it more than Sophie was.