This is my first fic for The Mortal Instruments series and because I've practically fallen in love with the Alec/Magnus pairing, I decided to do it on them. Be gentle, this is my first fic with them in it.
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What if Jace never came back and Alec had to stay with Magnus?...
"What else do you have?"
Alec looked back at the warlock lounging behind him on the couch having just finished the first season of Gilligan's Island. Jace, Clary, and Isabelle still hadn't returned from the Faerie Court and he was getting bored after 5 hours.
"What Not To Wear, Project Runway, Real Housewives," Magnus listed, running a hand through his glitter-spiked hair. "Take your pick."
"Anything besides design shows?" Alec asked, rolling over on his back and leaning back on his elbows. "You'd think that with all those shows, you'd actually have a good sense of fashion."
Magnus looked offended at the comment. "You don't think I have a good sense of fashion?" he scoffed. "How dare you."
Alec rolled his eyes, readjusting his position on his elbows. "You know what I mean," he muttered.
"Oh, do I?" Magnus smirked slightly, moving around to sit straight up on the couch. "Well then, what do you mean? I'm a little confused, my little Nephilim friend."
Alec sighed, sitting up with his legs crossed. "You have good fashion sense," he said, a small grin on his face. "For a warlock."
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
Alec's grin grew slightly before his phone interrupted them. "Yeah?" he asked, lying forward on his stomach to answer.
Alec? Isabelle's voice came over the cell. Are you still with Magnus?
Alec grinned slightly, looking over at the warlock staring at him. "Unfortunately," he replied. "When are you guys done at the Faerie Court?"
Well… Alec's grin fell at his sister's tone.
"Izzy, what's wrong?" he asked in concern.
We can't trade Jace back to Magnus for you at the moment, Isabelle told him. We kind of need him right now.
"So I have to stay here?" Alec asked, Magnus looking a little pleased. "For how long?"
At least until we get what we need done done. Shouldn't be long.
"Hurry," Alec muttered, closing his phone and shoving it back in the pockets of his black jeans.
"So…" Magnus flashed a smile down at the young Shadowhunter on the floor. "You're staying with me?"
Alec sighed, standing up. "Until Izzy gets Jace back from whatever he needs to do," he replied, moving to sit next to the warlock on the couch. "Got anything interesting to do here besides watching reruns?"
"I could think of something," Magnus mused, grinning as he moved an arm around the Shadowhunter's shoulders. "But you'd have to agree with it, of course."
Alec shivered under the touch of the warlock, but wanted more. "I…agree," he agreed a little reluctantly. "As long as I have some say."
Magnus grinned. "Of course," he replied, pushing the boy back on the couch.
