A/N: I personally as the writer think this is written badly…but oh well. Please no flames.

Trust me, I know how horrible it is. Bare with me please. And just understand that Magnus is just fed up with what's going on and wants it to end. Okay, no more spoilers. Please Read&Review. Thanx.

Disclaimer: IF I OWNED IT…I wouldn't have lost the fight to the computer over the internet.

"One more chance."

These three words rang in Alec's head like the sound of the institute's bell. Loud, and eerie. He'd always hated that bell because it scared him. But nothing could scare him anymore because he had something to compare them to. The sound of Manus's voice now as he held Alec close to his chest after coming home to find the latter lying on his living room floor in tears, and apologizing profusely. His voice was cold, unforgiving, and completely, unwaveringly serious.

"One more chance," the warlock continued, "to not say Jace's name in my house. One more chance to not sigh Jace's name after we kiss. One more chance not to gasp 'Jace stop' while we are having a tickle match. One more time not to moan 'Jace' when I give you a massage after you have just got home from fighting demons all day. And one more chanceNOTto try and teach poor chairman meow TO SAY JACE'S NAME!"

Magnus pushed Alec away from him and looked into his sea of swirling blues.

"Okay," Magnus asked tentively.

Alec sniffed and wiped his eyes.

"Okay," he answered with a nod, and a small smile.

Just then the front door opened and entered the subject of the discussion. Covered in blood…his own blood.

"JACE!" Alec screamed as Jace fell forward onto the zebra rug in the living room, limp and apparently dead.

A/N: Hope it wasn't as horrible as I think it is. Give me a wonderful day and R&R! Thanx.