A/N! So, thank you so much for all the comments and kudos you left at my story ''The smile on your face (Is all I want to see...)" They really, really mean the world to me! So, here is my first attemt at a multi-chapter fic. I don't know if it's good, I have only watched the show ''Shadowhunters'' I have not read the books. And when it comes to the show, Magnus and Alec are my favorite characters. So, forgive me if this is not good...

Also, this is very IMPORTANT!

I do not know when I will be able to post new chapters. My studies are at their pick and I am writting stories as a way of relaxing. I am taking a very long and important project at uni, and my favorite professor is my tutor! That was my dream ever since I entered university, to be assigned a project with that very professor as my tutor. So I am so happy, but also busy.

Henceforth, I will not be updating every week, and for that I am sorry. I know it may bother you, but I write fanfiction to relax. I can't afford to be anxious about that too. So, that being said, I will update slowly. Once every two weeks, or once a month, I think. If that is something that bothers you, please take it into account before starting to read.

FULL SUMMARY: "The loud pounding on the front door of his loft was something Magnus, the High Warlock of Brooklyn, was not accustomed to. Not many would dare disturb him at his home, especially at three in the being said, there were but a few, who would dare to bother him at three o'clock in the morning. Which was not a good thing, Magnus thought to himself, as he inhaled deeply, forcing his eyes to flutter open..."

Or: Magnus is awaken by Jace, who begs him to sneak inside the Institute, in order to save Alec, who has been fatally injured by a demon while on petrol. Magnus rushes to his lover's side, despite the fact that the Institute is on lock-down. But what he encounters terrifies him. Alec is barely breathing and as if that wasn't enough, a piece of the demon's nail remains launched inside the wound.

A race against the clock starts then, with Alec's life hanging by a thread. But Magnus has to do more than keep his beloved Alexander alive. A much larger conspiracy is at hand, and Magnus understands that there is more to this decision about the lock-down that meets the eye...

CHARACTERS:

1)Alec Lightwood

2)Magnus Bane

3)Jace wayland

4)Clary Fray

5)Isabelle Lightwood

6)Raphael Santiago

7)Victor Aldertree

8)Valentine Morgenstern

9)Imogen Herondale

10) Original Male Character

WARNINGS:

1)Established Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood

2) Established relationship

3)Malec

4)Original Male characters

5)Depictions of blood and injury

6)Hurt Alec Lightwood

7)Injured Alec Lightwood

8) Magnus Saves Alec

9)High Warlock of Brooklyn Magnus Bane

10)Drama and Romance

11)Conspirasies

12)The Clave sucks

13) Temporary Character death (Really short, not really character death

14)Magnus' eyes are Important

15)Additional tags to be added

16) Hurt/Comfort

17) Feverish Alec

18) Fever dreams

19) Angst and drama

20) Eventual happy ending!

So, off we go! A/N!

Chapter 1..."That dreadful night..."

The loud pounding on the front door of his loft was something Magnus, the High Warlock of Brooklyn, was not accustomed to. Not many would dare disturb him at his home, especially at three in the morning. Most of the Downworld knew that Magnus was a force to be reckoned with and that he didn't like those who thought they could just come knocking at his door in the middle of the night, demanding some kind of favor. That being said, there were but a few, who would dare to bother him at three o'clock in the morning.

Which, was not a good thing, Magnus thought to himself, as he inhaled deeply, forcing his eyes to flutter open. The scent of his beloved Alexander filled his lungs and Magnus smiled absently, still dazed from sleep. Stretching his right hand to the side, Magnus muttered his lover's name, expecting his long, elegant fingers to be met with Alec's warm skin. When all his fingers touched, however, were the cold sheets, the Warlock bolted upright on his bed, eyes widening in shock. The pounding on his door continued, and now the thuds were echoing loud and clear throughout the loft. Thud. Thud. Thud. Magnus turned his head to his side, and when the empty bed was all he viewed, he turned his eyes on his lap.

Oh. Oh... He had slept wearing one of Alec's hoodies. Hence the smell, which so sweetly and gently had flooded his lungs. Magnus got up and almost stumbled on his own feet, for his eyes were still heavy with sleep. Thud. Thud. Thud. The Warlock shook his head, turning on the light, narrowing his eyes in an attempt for them to adjust faster, to the now brightened room. He found himself checking the room for any sign of his young lover, even though his mind could now recall that Alec was supposed to be out in the field tonight.

The thought threw Magnus off, and he grabbed his blue robe from where he had thrown it, intending to take Alec's hoodie off and wear the smooth blue robe instead, for good measure. But when the pounding on the door was followed by hoarse growls and yelps of his name, the Warlock abandoned his task and hurried to the door, wearing only Alec's hoodie and a pair of night pants. His bare feet were hot against the cold floor, yet Magnus paid no attention to the tinkling feeling. Thud. Thud. Thud. God, was that the door, or his own beating heart? Magnus couldn't tell for sure, for his body was numb with fear. Please, please, let it not be him behind the door. Let him be alright, let him be alright...

The Warlock grabbed the door-handle, opening the door with one rushed movement of his hand. "What on Earth is going on, it's three in the morning-" The sight he beheld, however, was enough to make all words die in his throat. It was not Alec who was standing behind the door. But that didn't mean he was alright... Magnus blinked, swallowing hard. Jace was standing on his doorstep, face pale, drenched in sweat. His clothes were covered in blood, and demon ichor but a small, yet thick voice inside Magnus' head was whispering that the blood on Jace's shirt was not his own. His eyes were wide, filled with fear. He was trembling, holding on to the door for balance. "Jace, are you alright? Is Alec-" "Magnus... Magnus, Alec is..." The shadowhunter bit his tongue, cursing loudly, hitting his bloody fist on the door.

Magnus felt the Earth caving in from under his feet, but he refused to allow his fear to overrun his body and mind. "Jace, what is it?" The Warlock rasped, unable to mask the fear in his voice. "Jace!" Magnus snarled, grabbing the shadowhunter by the collar of his bloodied shirt. "Jace, talk to me! Is Alec..." The Warlock's voice trailed off, the mere thought causing his body to shiver. "He... He's hurt pretty badly. The demons, they were too many and... Alec ordered me to go save some kids which were nearby, while he would hold the demons off. I got the kids out of there in time, but Alec had his hands full. And one of the demons stabbed him with its nails and then-" "Jace, listen to me, I have to heal you first, you'll collapse right where you stand-" Magnus tried to speak, but Jace seemed lost in his delirium.

"Magnus, I managed to get him back to the Institute, but Aldrertree locked the place down. He says Alec has no hope left! So I sneaked out to come and get you." The Warlock felt pulses of magic emerging from the tips of his fingers and he couldn't stop himself from growling deep in his throat. "Magnus, I'm begging you, save my brother, please, forget about me, just save him..." "You said a demon stabbed him?" Jace could only nod, for his voice was not his own to command.

"Wait here." Was all Magnus muttered before disappearing from Jace's line of sight. The shadowhunter didn't have the chance to blink twice, and Magnus was back, wearing a pair of jeans and his shoes. He was holding a wooden box in his right hand and three, old, thick books in his left. "Take these, and don't drop them!" Magnus commanded, yet Jace could tell the Warlock was trying hard to remain calm.

The shadowhunter took the box and the books in his trembling hands. "Where is Alec, exactly?" "In the infirmary, room number 5." He croaked out hoarsely, pausing for breath, before speaking again. A small part of him was pointing out the fact, that Magnus looked nothing like his usual self. His face was plain, deprived off glitter or eye-shadow. His hair was a mess and his clothes were looking bizarre on his lean figure. The jeans and hoodie were too casual for him. The hoodie in particular... The hoodie... Only when Jace took a closer look, did he see that the hoodie was Alec's favorite one. His eyes widened, but Jace knew better than to comment on the matter. The Shadowhunter swallowed hard, speaking again.

"Magnus, Aldrertree will not let you in-" "I am the High Warlock of Brooklyn, I enter wherever I want, whenever I want!" The Warlock replied, and Jace watched through blurred eyes as Magnus waved his hands gracefully, creating a portal. The two of them stepped in and then out of the portal, and Jace had to let Magnus support him so as to remain standing. The two of them entered the infirmary, and not a moment later, the institute's alarms went off, as the system had by then detected Magnus' portal.

But no sound reached the Warlock's ears. Everything went quiet, all sounds faded away and everything blurred. Everything, except Alec, who was lying on one of the beds, face whiter that the sheets and the pillowcase. His sweet, big, hazel eyes were closed and unmoving under long eyelashes. He was ghostly pale and his black runes were looking bizarre, like deathly vines which were tainting, spoiling that white canvas, which was Alec's chest. His dark blue jeans were still mostly in one piece and the healers hadn't bothered to remove them, for it was a waste of time. But the sight of the black runes and dark blued jeans on deathly pale skin, was not what made Magnus' heart miss several beats. No. It was the wound on Alec's left shoulder, a wound which was oozing both blood, as well as black ichor.

The flesh was torn and Magnus could see three long gashes, which began from the top of Alec's left shoulder and were going all the way down, on the left side of his chest. The Warlock followed their trail with his eyes and paused where the gashes did; only a few inches above the young man's heart. Which could only mean, that there was demon poison running through Alec's veins, tainting his blood.

"Magnus! Magnus!" The Warlock blinked at the sound of his own name and suddenly, the world started spinning again. The deafening, high pitched sound of the alarm was covering almost every other voice in the room, so the Warlock had to look to his side to detect the origin of the voice which was calling his name. His eyes left his lover's body for a second and Magnus felt his heart aching at the sight of Isabelle Lightwood, who was standing next to him, crying. "Magnus, the demons were too many and Alec... The medics said that a piece of the demon's nail is still inside the wound, so he must be poisoned, but they couldn't trace it, no matter how hard they tried. They said Alec will not-" "We tried using the healing rune, but it didn't work and now I can't feel him through our bond..." Jace rasped, interrupting Izzy.

"It's your fault this happened Jace! You shouldn't have left him alone-" "He ordered me to go, Izzy, I didn't just leave him-" "And since when are you obeying orders?" "There were kids there, I had to save them-" "Enough!" Magnus yelled, waving his hand much less gracefully than usual. A wave of blue and yellow magic filled the room then, and all of a sudden, the deafening roar of the alarm was no longer audible. Jace blinked, closing his mouth and Izzy buried her face in her hands, muttering apologies to Jace and pleadings to Magnus at the same time. Jace said nothing, he only placed the box and the books he was still holding on a nearby table and then hurried back to where his brother was lying.

The Warlock gathered up his courage and also moved closer to the bed, eyes on the wound which was threatening to steal Alec from this world. Magnus let his hand find Alec's pulse point, closing his eyes. He willed his own breathing to slow down and started counting silently. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven... Too slow, the beats were too slow, labored almost... Magnus shivered at the thought, but obliged his other hand to move. He let it hover over the wound, ringed fingers only inches apart from the ravaged flesh. Blue streams of magic emerged from the Warlock's slim fingers, but to Izzy's surprise, they didn't seem to be knitting the skin back together.

"Why isn't it working-" Jace, who was on the right side of the bed Alec was laying on, began to say, only to pause and fall quiet when he saw Izzy, who was on the right side of the bed, next to Magnus, placing her index finger on her lips. Minutes passed in silence, with Magnus moving his fingers, willing the streams of magic, not to heal the wound, but to travel underneath the blood, the ooze and the torn flesh, in order to trace that small piece of the demon's nail, which Magnus could tell, was still caught in between layers of muscle and nerves.

"Come on, come on..." Magnus muttered to himself in anguish, well aware of the fact that he was racing against the clock. As long as that small piece of the demon's nail remained inside the wound, Magnus knew he couldn't heal it. He had to find it, he had to... "What? Magnus, what is it?" Jace asked in a frantic voice, as he saw the Warlock's face paling and darkening. His hand moved away from the wound and he clenched his fingers into a fist, which he then brought to his lips. His other hand cupped Alec's neck, feeling the slow beats of his heart underneath his fingers.

"I did locate the fragment of the nail which still remains inside the wound." He stated in a low voice, as if he was afraid of the words which were getting out of his mouth. And maybe, he was. "Okay, and?" Izzy rasped, letting her hands caress her brother's face. "It's launched in between layers of muscles as I suspected it would be. But... The fragment it's small and too close to his heart... It's too dangerous to try and extract it. One wrong move and Alec could..." He stopped himself, unable to utter the words...

No... Alec couldn't die yet. Not now... Not ever... And yet, with every passing second, Magnus could tell that his young lover was losing the battle to stay alive...

End of Chapter 1

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Usagi