So hey guys! I'm sure you've all heard of / seen the new Shadowhunters series on Freeform (In the US at least, i don't know about other countries) BUT if you haven't: Since City of Bones: The Movie bombed so BADLY, they recast everyone and rescripted everything and made it into a TV show. (Frankly the plot and details vary so much from the book it's more like a TV drama and not the books but whatever), It's super good and I am in LOVE

(It just kind of sickens me that they wont sign a contract with Netflix, and I don't get Freeform, but whatever.)

SO. I watched a few episodes that I could find on YouTube (don't do it they're altered so much to avoid the copyright laws it's almost not worth it) and I got the inspiration to write this-Magnus and Alec's first real meeting-based on a phone call that Magnus made during Episode 5-Moo Shu To Go. So without further ado-another little story of mine!

Magnus took another sip of his wine, standing in the window with one arm crossed over his chest. Chairman Meow, at his feet, let out a tiny mew and rubbed against his ankles.

"Doesn't it just sicken you, Meow?" he murmured to his cat. "We aren't even part of the Council, aren't even allowed at Clave meetings, and they think they can just decide what we can and cannot do? It's enough to turn my delicate stomach."

Chairman looked up at him with big yellow eyes that reflected the light pouring in from the night city.

"And speak of the Clave." Magnus turned around and sauntered into his kitchen, waving one hand nonchalantly. The coffeepot turned itself on. "You know, Chairman, maybe we should hold a meeting of our own."

Mrrow?

"Yes, pretty boy is a member of the Clave," the High Warlock continued to muse, mostly to himself. He swirled his wine in his glass as he picked up his alarmingly bedazzled phone. Drinking the last of it in one long gulp, Magnus set the cup in the sink and flicked through his phone. Upon finding the name he wanted, he hit the 'dial' button and tapped the speakerphone function. The soft ringing rang through the kitchen as the coffee brewed itself.

"An awfully small meeting it will be," he noted to the cat. "With just us and pretty boy."

Alec pulled his phone from his pocket as his ringer went off. Holding up a finger to Jace to excuse himself, he opened the call and brought it to his ear. "Hello?"

"Alexander." The voice like silk poured through the phone as easily as honey. "I don't believe we have been…properly acquainted yet. How about a drink?"

Alec took pause as the abruptness of the question. "I… A drink?"

"And a small meal, if you so choose."

Alec glanced up. Jace was rubbing a polishing cloth over the length of his staff, but Alec could tell he was watching from the corner of his eye.

"Uh—listen, I appreciate the offer, but—"

"Are you really about to refuse a dinner invitation? Really, Alexander, I don't have the time to extend this offer to every Shadowhunter that shows up at my parties." There was a pause. "I also have Clave matters to discuss."

Clave—? Alec groaned inwardly. "I…I can be over soon."

"Good. I'll see you then, Alexander."

The line disconnected.

"So you're leaving?" Jace asked, not taking his eyes off of his staff. "Running off with a warlock, huh?"

Alec didn't grace that with an answer. Instead he snatched up his quiver and threw it over his shoulder, brushing past Jace as he stalked out of the room.

It was a good hour before Magnus heard a knock at the door of his flat. He pressed the intercom button and asked, "Is this a child of the Nephilim?"

"Yes, Magnus."

Smiling at the slight edge in Alexander's tone, Magnus flicked his fingers and heard the door unlock. "It's open, pretty boy."

Down the hall, he heard the door swing open, a pause, and then a click as it locked.

"In the kitchen," Magnus called, waving his hand. Two tall mugs of coffee poured themselves, and Magnus's loaded itself with sugar and cream and a dash of whipped topping (with chocolate shavings, of course).

Booted footsteps came down the hallway until Alexander stood in the door, and he paused awkwardly.

"Coffee?" Magnus offered, waving a hand at the steaming up. Alexander eyed it warily.

"The first lesson a young Shadowhunter learns is not to accept a drink from an unknown or otherwise shifty Downworlder," he stated. "Even with the Accords, many Downworlders still hold a grudge."

"And I am unknown or otherwise shifty?" Magnus was faintly wounded. "I take complete offense to that statement, Alexander."

The Shadowhunter hesitated. "I didn't mean it like that—"

Magnus took up his cup and took a slow drink. "I know how you meant it, Shadowhunter."

Alexander was quiet. "You said…on the phone that you had Clave business to discuss?"

Magnus smiled into his coffee. "Ah, but my dear Alexander, I only said that to get you over here. Yes, I do have a problem with the Clave making all of my decisions for me, but it isn't something that can be resolved with one eighteen-year-old's input."

"You—? Wait, you lied to me just to make me come over?" Alexander demanded, shoulders tightening.

"Well, would you have come over otherwise?" Magnus picked up Alexander's coffee and held it out to him. Alexander's blue eyes searched Magnus's face with thinly veiled anger.

"Why did you want me over here so badly?" he snapped.

"The real question is, why did you trust the word of a—what was it?—'unknown or otherwise shifty Downworlder'?" Magnus countered.

Alexander gritted his teeth. "I'm leaving." He turned to go.

Magnus reached out and caught his arm. "If I recall, I was promised dinner."

"You were promised nothing," Alexander said, so loudly that Chairman hissed and ran to Magnus's feet, bristling protectively. He jerked his arm out of Magnus's grip. "I have better things to do than have dinner with a warlock."

"Like what?" Magnus said before he could stop himself. "Go home and fawn over your parabatai that you're hopelessly in love with but have absolutely no chance, because he's straight?"

The silence that fell in the flat was thick and awkward enough that it could have suffocated Magnus. Alexander stood there staring at the floor.

"Alexander—," Magnus said softly. "I'm sorry."

"You're right." He fixed those piercing blue eyes on Magnus. "You were promised dinner. However, seeing as how I've suddenly lost my appetite, we're going to have to reschedule. Goodbye, Magnus Bane."

Without another word, Alexander took his leave. Magnus stood there watching him long after the door had closed.