I'm doing this in honor of City of Bones hitting theaters. I know malec doesn't really exist yet but I'm doing it anyway! Plus that one scene with Alec and Magnus at the Institute had me fangirling and I had to write some stuff.

Disclaimer: The Mortal Instruments books series do not belong to me. The movie City of Bones doesn't either.

I know a sick fic is overdone a lot but I just felt like doing it.

Alec walked in the door, weary and gasping for air. He had never felt like this in all his demon hunting years. It was like as strong force was pressing against his chest and lungs. The stairs were a pain in the ass to go up and Alec was sure he was dying because what shadowhunter gets out of breath from climbing a few steps?

Not counting the sudden problems breathing, Alec also had the worst headache. Even worse from that time Jace hit him over the head with a car tire and that sarcastic asshole just kept laughing.

He was also tired from killing those spider demons—luckily he didn't have to deal with the mom. He refused, actually.

Balance that was basically implanted into him at birth was betraying him as he tried to get to the couch. Taking off his sword and sheath, and then his leather jacket that made it feel unbearably hot, he fell onto the sofa with a loud grunt. Then, closing his eyes, he rested. But only for a moment because Magnus would want him in the bedroom soon and he knew that the warlock had a natural alarm when it came to Alec returning home.

Only for a few minutes, he thought.

Next thing he was aware of was a door creaking but he just couldn't stay awake any longer.

It seemed like seconds later he felt that grogginess that came with waking. He opened his eyes to see bright lights and his headache assaulted him with full power so he shut his eyes.

He felt the bed move and knew it was his boyfriend sitting on the side of the bed. He was probably pissed about the mess of blood and slime.

"You've been asleep all day, Alec. And let me tell you, carrying a passed out shadowhunter covered in blood and guts to mybed… Well, it wasn't the absolute worst thing that's been in my bed…"

Alec couldn't take that sound—the sound of his boyfriend complaining so loudly. He opened his eyes to look at him, noticing that he was wearing that pretty kimono robe thing, and while ignoring the pain he groaned out, "Magnus…"

The warlock's cat eyes went from pissy to concerned. Alec realized be probably sounded like Chairmen Meow when he was stepped on. His hand touched Alec's cheek. "You've got a fever. Can shadowhunters even become ill?"

Alec just groaned some more.

Magnus smiled. He pushed some hair from Alec's forehead and stood. "I'll go get you some tea."

"Nooo. Tea is icky. Coffee's better."

"Did you just say the word 'icky'?" He shook his head. "Never mind. You're getting tea, Alexander." He strode out the bedroom door.

Tea was one of the things Magnus could actually make and make well. Alec preferred coffee to tea; he still had tea when his boyfriend made it because it was really good. But coffee would always be his first drink love. Though, it would make his voice worse if he had any, and that was depressing.

It was cold without his shirt on—when did that happen?—so he brought the blankets up to his neck, sighing at the warmth.

Magnus came back, his purple kimono flowing about. He handed Alec a cup steaming with the smell of herbal goodness once he sat up on the bed. Alec just held it under his nose, feeling the heat rising up.

"My poor Allie-pooh." Magnus sat next to him and put his arm around his shoulders to tug him close. His fingers came up to lightly touch his forehead and run through his hair. Alec sighed, eyes partly closing in content. He loved Magnus's touch even more when he was sick; it felt too good.

He leaned closer, humming in content.

Magnus chuckled. "You're quite adorable when you're sick."

"You're taking advantage of my weak state."

"Maybe I am."

Alec finished off the tea and was immediately tired. That was suspicious. "You drugged me, didn't you?" he asked, looking up at Magnus.

"I just thought you should sleep more, baby."

"Baby?" He blinked away the dots in his vision.

"Yes. Baby. You're cute and ill I'm holding you just like a little child."

"I'm not a baby," he huffed, closing his eyes. Then, after mumbling something he couldn't recall in his incoherent state, he was asleep.

Yeah, random and weird, but I think I'm going to keep this going and just write random malec all week or maybe just put all my small malec stuff in here.

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-Eve