Henry was ready to call it quits and just accept that they weren't going to get back to the 1800's. Everything he tried to do just either blew up in his face or flat out didn't work.
The vampire Simon was trying his hardest to help, but nothing he tried worked either.
"Cheer up, Henry. We'll get it." He said, balancing a Nintendo DS on his knee.
Henry wanted to take one of those games apart and see how exactly it worked. Maybe he would take one home with him once he got the time machine working. "Simon, we've tried everything. Nothing is working. Charlotte is losing faith and becoming depressed. The boys are having trouble adjusting and fighting with Azaziel. I can't make anything right."
Simon looked up from the game as Henry sat down with his head in his hands. "Maybe you should try once more."
Henry sighed. "I doubt it'll do much."
"You'll never know until you try again."
"You sound wiser beyond your years."
"I'll take that as a compliment coming from someone that's more than a hundred years from the past."
Henry chuckled and picked up a wrench, beginning to tinker once more.
Finally, around midnight, he called it quits and went to sleep.
After he woke up from a nightmare around three in the morning, Will felt like punching something…and in the end, he went to the training room and began training. Every kick and every punch that he released only made his anger worse as he remembered what his dream was about.
She was always there in the back of his mind, haunting him with her sisterly love…everything that was shattered when she was murdered.
He remembered her mutilated body just like it was yesterday when he had seen her in her room five years ago. Then, he had found the demon that had killed her. He had never killed anything so brutally since that night; he had never been stained with so much blood.
He remembered what he had seen. He had seen her body swollen and covered in boils. Her normally tan skin a sickly green color.
Everyone I love just dies. He thought bitterly. "When will you ever learn, William?" He growled, roundhouse kicking the bag.
It swung back around and slammed into his face, knocking him backwards. He landed on his back, hard, and stayed there, staring up at the ceiling.
"Damn it, Ella. Why must you haunt me still?" He whispered, closing his eyes and having scenes of that night flash before his sight.
After laying on his back for a few more minutes, he heard a tentative, "Will, what are you doing up?"
His eyes flew open. He sat up and there she was, standing in the doorway. "Ella?" He asked.
She looked confused and then he realized that it was Tessa.
"I'm sorry." He said quickly.
Tessa's face turned to astonishment. William Herondale never admitted to being sorry. "What's wrong?"
He shook his head. "Nothing. I had a nightmare and wanted to come down here to train."
"At three in the morning?"
"When you wake up feeling about ready to kill something, what else are you supposed to do?" He snapped.
Tessa jumped and then he looked down.
Damn it. "I'm sorry." That was twice in one night that he apologized for something.
"Will," She crossed the space separating them and sat down next to him, her white nightgown pooling around her, "what's wrong? You know you can tell me anything."
He shook his head again. "Tess, you should get back to sleep."
"So should you."
"I'm not tired."
"Then until you go back to bed, I'm staying up too."
Will sighed. He hated when she was so stubborn. "Whatever."
They sat there in silence until Tessa broke it.
"Do I remind you of someone?"
"When I walked in, you said Ella. Is that someone you know?"
"Someone I knew."
"Was she a lover?"
Tessa's cheeks became a rosy pink. "Not that I care."
He smiled crookedly.
"Anyway, you didn't answer my question."
"No. The only thing in common is your hair color."
"I see. Nothing else?"
I'm also in love with you."No."
Tessa sighed and looked over at the Victorian windows. "It's a beautiful night."
"I'm going to go on a walk."
Will looked at her in surprise. "At three in the morning?"
"You shouldn't do that."
"Because gangs are out and you could be hurt."
"I'll have you with me."
"Who said I was going with you?"
"I know you wouldn't let me go by myself."
He sighed. "Fine. Go get dressed in normal clothes."
Somehow, Will seemed fragile as Tessa walked with him in the park. Not the same fragile as Jem, but emotionally fragile. His gaze was always focused on something in front of him and staring as if he were reliving a moment of the past.
He snapped to attention with a, "Hmm?"
He took in a sharp breath and she knew he had been waiting for her to ask him.
"She was…my sister. I…Tess, let's sit down."
He led her to a bench and she stared at her frosty breath, listening to her chattering teeth. Suddenly, Will wrapped his coat and arms around her, trying to warm her up.
"What happened to her?" Tessa asked.
"She was killed…by a demon. I saw her after the demon had killed her and mutilated her body. I found the demon a few months ago and have never killed something in cold-blood since then."
"Did you love her?"
Will hesitated a few moments before he spoke in a whisper. "Absolutely. She was my big sister."
"Is that why you won't let anyone in?"
"I let people in." He said protectively.
"Jem...and I've let you in…more than most people."
She shivered and Will held her tighter in the long silence that followed. Tessa broke the ice again.
"I've noticed similarities between you and Jace."
Will chuckled. "I know. We're related. I'm his ancestor."
"I knew that, but he's like you in more ways than one."
After a several minutes of talking, Will walked Tessa back to the Institute and they talked over hot chocolate as they sat in front of the fire in the library. Soon, Tessa fell asleep leaning against him.
Will held Tessa against him throughout the morning and didn't fall asleep until around seven. Whenever he did wake up, Tessa was still curled up next to him and they had a blanket over them.
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty." Magnus said, sitting across from them in a plush chair and looking at book.
"Magnus? What are you doing here?" Will asked, his mouth feeling fuzzy.
"I was checking out books. I wasn't expecting to find you love birds laying here."
Will tipped his head and then sat up. "Tessa was having a hard time sleeping. I was awake and took her on a walk."
"It's great that you got her to sleep, but I believe it was you that was having trouble sleeping, William."
"What makes you think that?"
"Please. I've been dealing with your family for centuries."
Will rolled his eyes and then looked down at Tessa softly sleeping. "You're annoying, Magnus. You know that, right?"
Magnus laughed as Alec entered the room. "Ready to go?"
Standing, Magnus nodded. "Let's leave the love birds."
Will couldn't help but chuckle again. "Bye, love birds."
Alec blushed and they walled out. A few minutes later, Tessa stirred, opening her eyes.
"Morning." She said, sitting up and stretching.
"Good morning. Let's go get some breakfast."
She smiled and took his hand as he helped her to stand, leading her to kitchen…where he could hear Jace arguing with someone. As they walked into the kitchen, he noticed it was Isabelle he was arguing with.
"What's going on?" Will asked, glancing back and forth.
"Azaziel killed a Shadowhunter last night and then completely disappeared off our radar." Jace said, aggravated.
"It's not my fault that she disappeared before I could do anything!" Isabelle exclaimed.
"You could have kept an eye on her, damn it!"
"Jace, screw off. You're really getting on my nerves."
Jace let out a growl and stalked out of the room, cursing her underneath his breath.
"There's leftover pancakes in the fridge." Isabelle murmured, walking out of the room.
Will and Tessa exchanged glances before warming them up in the microwave and having breakfast together.