All righty guys and gals. This is just a take on what might have happened at the Hall of Accords post the infamous Alec-and-Magnus kiss if everyone had reacted differently. Just a oneshot for now, but I'll keep going if the people tell me too. (:

Disclaimer: I own nothing. How could I ever be cool enough to be Cassandra Clare?

All I could hear afterwards was silence.

The eye of the storm, a voice in my head said. The worst is yet to come, just keep waiting.

Magnus was looking at me out of the corners of his green-gold eyes, his head slightly leaning away from mine. His expression was difficult to pinpoint, but I could tell he wasn't happy.

And neither was anyone else in a five mile radius, I realised as I turned to look around the hall. Everyone, just watching, staring, whispering. I wanted to scream at them.

"What? Haven't you ever seen two people kiss before?"

But I didn't. I knew fully well Magnus and I did not qualify as just two people. We were way outside the norm. Different. Freaks.

The glare of my mother's cold blue eyes confirmed it for me.

My mother. It sent a shock of pain through my system, seeing her look at me like that. My father, however, was not looking at me, oh no. Magnus was the victim of my father's infuriated stares. His hands were shaking, I could see them even from this distance.

Panicking now, and waves of guilt and regret crushing down on me, I scanned the room, desperately seeking some kind of acceptance. My eyes landed on Izzy, whose gaze was flicking from Magnus and I, to mother and father, and back again. She caught my eye, and I saw a flash of pity through the Alec-what-in-God's-name-have-you-done expression that was clouding them.

Pity? I briefly wondered why she was pitying me, then almost laughed out loud. Of course. Pity. I would be needing quite a lot of it form now on.

Then two people spoke almost simultaneously.

"Alec…"

"Alec!"

It was my mother and Magnus. My mother's tone was sharp and commanding, Magnus' was low and gentle. I looked at him again. His eyes had softened and I relaxed – thank God he wasn't angry with me. I didn't think I could take that.

"Alexander!" Maryse's voice rang out again, and she stormed towards me with all the force of an army. People backed away and flinched as she passed, and I can't say I blamed them. I would take on all the demons in existence over my mother in a raging fury like this any day. She was about a metre away when I felt Magnus take a step back. I glanced behind me at him, but his expression had changed to haughty and somewhat indifferent to Maryse's wrath. He glowered down imposingly at her from his lefty heights.

"Alexander," Her voice cut through the silence like a gunshot, "what do you think you're playing at?"

I tried not to gulp too audibly.

"Playing? Mother, I just-"

She exhaled furiously, cutting me off. "Just what, Alexander?"

This time it was Magnus who spoke. "Take a guess, Maryse." His tone was cool with a mocking edge to it.

Maryse barked out a bitter laugh. "A guess? No thank you, I think we've all had enough fun and games for today."

Magnus drew himself up to full height, his eyes flashing. "Are you trying to tell me, Lightwood, that after that display, you are still trying to ignore what is right in front of your own eyes? Trying to pretend Alec is someone he's not?"

She almost snarled back at him, and her made my knees go weak and my eyes blurry. "This is not my son, and never will be."

So, hands up who hates Maryse in this fic? Yeah, that's what I thought. I don't know if it's good enough to keep going or what, but all reviews ad constructive criticism is very welcome (: Thanks for reading!

Soph ox.