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When; Wednesday, April 24
Rating; PG - Warnings for blood
Characters; Jem Carstairs & Clary Fary
Summary; Jem finds one of Clary's photographs and she learns a secret in return
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The coloured picture that plaster itself against his window is enough to make Jem rise from his bed. He recognises the two people in the picture - Jace and Clary. He moves to put it into his pocket to return to them later, that is until he sees the angel they are crouching beside. Jem's intake of breath ends in a cough.

The photo was something that wants to discuss with her. While he had an idea of how to call out to someone with the device, he wasn't exactly skilled at making sure he reached the right person. 'It is better to do it in person,' he thinks.

It is half an hour before Jem manages to stir himself and go out the door. His skin in paler than it had been and he's added extra layers despite the spring temperatures. He leans heavily on his cane on the way but quickly straightens as he knocks on her door.

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"A doctor can't help." A shiver runs through Jem's body, he's so cold. He has to survive; he cannot take the risk he will show up dead at home. "I ...need something to take the edge off it."

He has no idea that he will sound like a drug additct. "Are there any opium dens here?"

"I ...," She frowns. Of course drugs were kind of more accessible back in his dead and she knows people who take them even now. But an opium den?

"I don't know, maybe in the Underground? They have all sorts down there but there are monsters --."

He's a Shadowhunter, "We could check down there."

Monsters. Jem can only hope that demons form part of this particular set. He looks up quickly when Clary says 'we'.

"Thank you for your offer. I can't ask you to come with me," he says gently. "Clary, I would never wish for you to see one of these places. I can make it there on my own."

"No way, you're coughing blood, I'm coming with you."

She gives him a look that really doesn't allow room for arguments, already rising, "I won't come in if we find the den, if that makes you feel better, but you're not going to the underground alone."

Jem stifles a protest and rises too. "I am not sure which I find worse, taking you into a den with me, or leaving you on the street alone."

He leans heavily on his cane. "I know you are worrying but I do not cough u blood all the time."

"You're not going to stop me coming with you."

With her arms crossed over her chest, she frowns. Clary's not exactly formidable. Jace laughs at her too often for that to sink in. But she won't let him go alone. "I'll just follow you and then I might get lost so you're going to have to take me with you."

Take that.

Jem odes not find her formidable, he recognises a stubborn determination in her eyes. He has no doubt she would do exactly as she said.

"Let me put me some runes on you before we go." At least they would afford her some protection from whatever they might meet.

He takes his stele out, "Please."

She sits again, holds out her arm for him. Clary's not stupid, any form of protection is better than not at all. At least if he marks her she can go with him.

"Okay, that's totally cool."

The first rune Jem sketches on her arm is strenth and he adds the one for speed, to defend her.

He repeats the marks on his arm. "There," he says with a smile and offers her his arm. "I would have glamoured us but I do not know if we will be trading with downworlders or mundanes."

"I don't think it matters much in the City."

She grins though, and bends down to pick a box from under the coffee table. Since the ghouls curse they've been keeping weapons there. A dagger gets placed into her boot and she straightens up.

"C'mon, let's explore the underground."

Jem notes her action with approval. Still, he thinks Clary should be further armed in the future. "There are daggers small enough to place into a purse."

He shuts his eyes briefly to rally his energy and leads the way out. Once they are on the street, he offers her his arm.

"I don't carry a purse," she offers up with a small amused laugh. Once they're outside she takes his arm, utterly charmed.

Jem leans his weight on his cane, rather than trouble Clary with his weight. He sets a slow pace, and keeps words to a minimal.

He pauses as they come to the end of decent areas to catch his breath. The dull ache is spreading through his body. "I apologise for the poor company."

"No, c'mon you're sick. You should see me when I'm sick. I'm practically a dragon."

She's looking around her with interest, not really having much of a reason to explore the City and her halls.

Jem points to the first on their right, feeling that . "Do you see the mark beneath the sign? The claw marks? It's is usually a rudimentary indicator that this a pub for werewolves. We are in the right area."

She grins a little at the claw marks. Werewolves don't frighten her, especially not when they're Luke and they've been protecting her for so long.

"Pub." She repeats teasing, "You're so English."

"I am only half English. I spent my first en years living in Shanghai."

Jem laughs. "What is the American equivalent?"

"We say bar."

Amused, "What was Shanghai like?"

"We only say bar, when Will gets himself banned from a bar," Jem says, his voice warming up for a moment.

He starts walking again.

"Shanghai is," he pauses, nearly doubling over to cough.

He straightens up as soon as he can and carries on talking. "It is beautiful in it's own way."

She picks up her pace a little, worry etched on to her face,

"What's Will like?"

"There is no one like Will," Jem's eyes light up, as he scours the street, looking for the tell tale signs of dens.

"He is my parabatai. He's got a tongue made for sarcasm but he is the kindest man I know. I could not live without him."

"Jace is like that with Alec. They're the only parabatai, I know."

"There are not that many parabatai pairs," Jem acknowledges. "We only have until we are eighteen to find one." Will was likely only to have him for a year after they turned in and that was optimistic. His heart clenched at that the thought. Time was running out too fast.

He stops outside a door. He turns to her. "Can I persuade you to remain out here?...you would not like what is inside."

"Nope."

He grin gets wider, "You cannot. I'm coming in with you and we're doing this thing."

Because if he's sick then she's going to have to watch him, see how he goes about his business. What if he can't come down here himself?

Jem's smile becomes forced as he pushes the door open. The den, lit by modern technology, is worse than home. Their is racious laughter in the center of the room from the gambling tables, and people out of their minds talking at random to the air and other people.

Jem's hand tightens on Clary's arm. "I am so sorry," he murmurs.

"Welcome Brother." The silky greeting comes from a human with a little fairy blood. His hair and eyes are pure silver. "We haven't seen you or your companion before. What can I get for you? A drink to start perhaps?"

The man would be dead in weeks Jem realised. He felt sad for him. He named an amount of yin fen. "To take away with me," he adds firmly. He doesn't haggle over the price. The whole thing is too distasteful for that.

He turns to Clary while the man goes to fetch the required amount. "I do not know what you must think of me, associating with these people."

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