Clockwork City (The Mortal Instruments / Infernal Devices Fanfiction)

Chapter SIX: Memory loss and Delusions

*I am so sorry for not updating ... to be honest with you, I wrote a load and then kinda forgot about it... I'll try my best to get back on track. I got all eighteen of your messages guys and I'll reply to them when I can and, again, I'm sorry for failing epically :P

Chapter six: Memory loss and Delusions

Jem was carried back to his room by Alec and Jace when he woke up, but not before telling everyone that he was okay and could walk. No one took any notice of his arguments. Tessa had started to follow when Clary had called her over.

“The Silent Brothers want to talk to you about Jem.” She said quietly.

Tessa nodded and followed Clary into the hall. There stood Brother Enoch, his hood was down and his bald head covered in marks was on show. Clary left to give them some privacy.

It is most unfortunate to hear about Brother Zachariah.

“It’s Jem. He’s mortal now.” Tessa reminded him.

He will always be Brother Zachariah to us in the Brotherhood. Tessa, will you please take me to him.

Tessa obliged and lead him to the room that she and Jem shared. Jem was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and face pale. Jace watched him from the window and Alec was next to him and was staring confusedly at the box which he held open in his hands. Tessa ran across the room.

“Neither of you two touches this. Ever. Do you understand? This can kill Shadowhunters.” Tessa said snatching the box and slamming it shut.

“Then why did Magnus give some to Jem.” Jace asked.

“That is none of your business.” Tessa said, thickening her American accent the way she did when she wanted to sound intimidating. It worked - at least on Jace and Alec. Clary seemed unfazed as she walked in past Brother Enoch. 

“It is our business.” Clary said reappearing beside Brother Enoch. “If there are Downworlder giving Shadowhunters things that could kill them then it becomes Shadowhunter business.”

Rest assured Shadowhunters. I have worked with Jem Carstairs on this matter before. It does not concern the Shadowhunters of New York.

Tessa breathed a sigh of relief. “Please, can you not touch this box?” Tessa repeated, setting it down on the table beside the bed.

Alec nodded but Jace didn’t move. “He won't touch it either.” Alec said, filling in for Jace.

“Can you not talk for me?” Jace said, his usual brooding look not fading.

Tessa heard a laugh and turned around to see Will. He was smirking at Jace as he began to tell Alec where he could stick his stele.

“Herondales. Wit and sarcasm runs in the blood don’t you think?” He asked, but Tessa knew not to answer or risk sounding crazy. Tessa laid a hand on Jems arm and swallowed down a lump in her throat. “He’ll be okay Tess.”

“Jem?” Jem’s hand twitched and Tessa grabbed it as his eyes flickered open. “You’re okay,”

“Tess,” he croaked and Tessa leaned in close so that he could be heard. Jace and Alec didn’t know what to do with themselves and Tessa could hear them muttering behind her. “It hurts,” Jem whispered and Tessa felt tears sting her eyes.

“I know. Brother Enoch is here to help you. What can I do to make it better?” She felt like she was talking to a three year old and upon remembering when Jem had said in the park she instantly felt bad.

Jem didn’t seem to realise, his head had rolled to face me. His eyes were wet and his gaze unfocused. It wasn’t until he moved his arm towards Tessa that she realised he wasn’t looking at her, but past her, at something on the table. He tried to speak but all that came out was a croak so he gestured with his head towards the table. Tessa turned and looked at the only object there - the little silver box.