Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. And, even if you didn't review, thank you for reading! :) On with the story. This chapter is going to be entirely in Jem's POV.

JemPOV

I was completely nervous. The hours until sunset seemed like days because of all the stressing that I was doing. What did he want to talk about? Was he furious with me? Or did he reciprocate my feelings? Did he even know what my feelings were? And, why was he still living at the manor?

Will could tell that I was not in a mood for his sarcastic personality and left me alone. Tessa tried to talk to me about what was going on, but I didn't think that I would be able to tell her about Magnus and me. Was there even such a thing? So, Tessa left me alone, too, and I sat by myself waiting for the sunset.

I played my violin as I waited. Playing also helped me clear my thoughts. I knew that I felt something with Magnus Bane-a connection. But I don't know whether I'd be able to act on that. Would I have the strength to truly be with him, or would I run away from my feelings? I didn't even know what he wanted to talk about. Did he want to be with me, also? Or was he going to tell me to leave him alone, that what happened last week was just a mistake?

I set my violin in its case and glanced out the window for the upteenth time. The sky was tinted with pinks and purples like someone had spilled very diluted paint on an orange canvas. Sunset.

Picking up my cane, I made my way out of my bedroom. "I'm going for a walk." I said softly to Tessa as she passed me in one of the endless halls of the Institute, asking where I planned to go. I left her inquiries and protests behind as I walked through another set of doors into another passage.

Exiting the Institute, I was hit with a pleasantly warm breeze to my face. The walk to the manor was both relaxing and nerve-racking. It cleared my head and also brought forth one thought into clearity: I did not want to lose Magnus Bane to my own cowardice.

I was once again blown away by the sheer size and style of the building. I walked up the gravel path and knocked on the door three times and waited. After waiting for a week for a sign from the warlock and then waiting hours for sunset, the few minutes that it took Magnus to open the door was relieving.

When the elaboratly styled door swung on its hinges and the warlock opened the door, the words that I planned to say were taken right out of my mouth. Magnus leaned casually against the doorframe and gazed calmly at me with his alluring and strange eyes. "Hi." Was what came out of my mouth.

"Hello." He said smoothly. "Come in." He swept his arm out in a wide gesture and stepped to the side. I brushed past him lightly and into the foyer. He beckoned me to one of the adjoining rooms, which he proceeded to walk into. I followed.

He leaned against the desk and once again fixed me with his level gaze. "So..." He started, then waited. He clearly wanted me to talk.

"Um, why are you still living here?" I asked, then added quickly, "No offence."

He shrugged elegantly. "None taken. And I'm actually all packed to go."

"Where are you leaving for?"

Another shrug and his mouth turned up a little on one side. "Who knows. I've always wanted to visit Canada."

I gasped. "Canada?"

"Yes. I've never been there before. Sounds intruiging." He straightened from his position in front of the desk. He dusted off his blazer and slowly walked towards me. "But, there was something that I had to take care of first."

I found myself a little breathless as he got closer. "What was that?"

I felt my back hit the wall. He was only about a meter away from me now. He was close enough to me so that I felt his nearness like an animal, but he was also allowing me space to think. His hight and power was imposing. He then answered my question with one of his own. "Do you regret what happened a week ago?"

"You mean kissing you?" He nodded. I looked up into his cat eyes and whispered, "No. Not at all."

He stayed standing where he was. "Then why did you run away?" I couldn't detect any hurt in his voice, only curiosity.

"I felt bad...guilty for doing that to you unexpectedly. Also, I wasn't sure why I did it, either. I just...acted."

He gave a low chuckle. "Well don't feel bad, Shadowhunter. It wasn't that unpleasant of an experience." After smirking a moment, his eyes grew serious again and he asked another question. "And do you regret running away?"

I looked down at the lush carpet and thought about the question. "Yes, actually." I decided, once again looking up to meet his eyes. "I regret it because I don't think that it was fair to you."

"Fair to me?" He exclaimed. "Listen to you! Why do you care about what I feel so much?"

"Magnus, you're all that I've thought about for the past week. I...really care about you. And I care about how you feel because you deserve to be cared about. You don't deserve to be discarded like some toy that's worn out it's worth." He stared at me with his mouth parted slightly. I wondered if anyone had said those things to him before.

"What do you know about what I deserve, Jem Carstairs?" He asked softly, shaking his head. "I don't deserve your care or your thoughts. You don't know me."

This time it was me who walked forward. He, like I had before, retreited slowly as I gained ground across the room, matching my pace. Soon his back hit the table that he had been leaning on. Still, I pressed forward. I walked up to him until we were only centimeters apart and gently touched my hand to his face. "No, I don't know you, Magnus Bane." I agreed. "But I'd like to get to know you, if you'll have me."

He stared into my eyes for a moment. Then, he gave his reply in the form of a passionate kiss.

Author's Second Note: Okay wow. I had no idea what I was going to do with this chapter and so I just sat down and wrote. I think it went a little fast, but whatever. It's weird what your imagination thinks up, eh? :P Did you like my craziness? Review!

Oh and, by the way, if you have any suggestions as to where I should go from here, please review or PM me and tell me your thoughts. I need some inspiration for the plot because I'm not sure what to do with them now that they've confronted each-other! :S

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-Patricia Sage