Fearless
Summary: Alec's thoughts after he wakes up on the floor. Takes place right before Jace's arrest.
Blinking his eyes, Alec was met with the usual sight of everyone looking down on him. This was so unusual to him, because Alec was one of the taller people in his group of friends. Cold tiles on his skin made him come to the realization that he was on Luke's kitchen floor. His eyes bounced from one person to the next, first to the smiling warlock, to a smirking Jace, a wide-eyed, wonder filled Clary, and finally to the disapproving glances from his parents. His brows knitted together as he tried to recall the moments that led him to being on the ground, however the last thing he could remember was Jace placing a rune on his arm.
With confusion evident in his voice, Alec finally asked the question on his mind. "Why am I on the floor?"
Both Jace and Magnus gave him a look of amusement, both of their eyes sparkled with mischievousness. He eyed both of them wearily, and Isabelle's voice brought him back to the situation at hand.
"Yes, that is a good question. What was that just now?" She looked over to Magnus, who seemed to refuse her gaze. Alec couldn't help but to notice that her face was red with anger. He stared at her in bafflement, and started to believe that perhaps he did something insulting.
"Wait, what was what? Did I say anything? Before I passed out, I mean." His voice trailed off in uncertainty. Jace audibility snorted in amusement, and tried to retain his composure as the rest of the group noticeably stared at the blonde. Alec's chest tightened in concern, it was never a good thing when Jace was laughing at you. Finally, Jace seemed to calm down a bit.
"You know how we were wondering if that thing clary did would work or not? Well, it works all right. "Jace finally said, laughter still in his voice. Alec felt the color drain out of his face, and his stomach dropped. He tried to cool his expression, for he knew that he must have looked horrified. Everyone's expressions told him that he was doing a poor job at hiding his emotions.
With reluctance, he finally spoke. "What did I say?"
His father answered him, surprising Alec. "You said that you were seeing someone, but-"
The rest of what his father said went unheard as he mentally panicked. However, he calmed down when he studied his parents' faces. He could tell that he had not told them that he was seeing a warlock. He unscrambled his thoughts just in time to deny what he had said earlier.
"Um, no. Sorry, I'm not seeing anyone." He seemed to successfully reverse what he did when he was out of his mind. No, when he was fearless. Alec couldn't help but wonder why he thought that taking actions while he had no fear was equal to going crazy, or being irrational.
Alec began to realize just how powerful Clary's mark could be. Fear was what controlled people, fear was what kept the norms in check. Society had the potential to become chaotic, very few would be in their "right" mind.
However, he didn't think that being fearless was all that bad, either. If he almost came out to his parents, something that he had tried to do all his life, just because of one mark's help, then it could do some good. Maybe Clary's mark would do some good, encourage people to live with no regrets. Maybe, with that mark, people could live life to its fullest.
Alec mused on the thought that being fearless may be exactly what the doctor ordered as he lifted himself off the floor, and straightened his clothing. He joined his friends, and gave a glance to Magnus, who returned his gaze with a flick of his eyes. Alec made a mental note to himself to ask Clary to redraw that rune for him. Being fearless turned out to be something he needed the most.