I'm writing a reincarnation fic/soulmate fic! I've always wanted to, and with Malec it just seemed perfect. But first, the authors note! Don't worry it's short!

DISCLAIMER-

I DO NOT OWN THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS IN ANY SORT OF SHAPE OR FORM

Alec Lightwood had lived a fairly normal life for the first eighteen years of his life; he went to high school, lived with his parents and his siblings, and was starting college. But, the reflection that Alec saw was another story. He saw a lanky and awkward looking boy with black hair and these stubborn eyes that never let him hide. He saw a boy trying to 'pray the gay away' in order to please his parents. He saw a boy that kept having dreams of a glittery man. He saw a boy that would neveramount to his perfect siblings. Alec only saw the flaws, and that's how he carried himself, a boy who hated his flaws so instead he turned himself invisible to the public. If only that man, the man with those odd cat eyes didn't come into his life. That man, who made Alec actually not want to 'pray the gay away'. That man, who saw past Alec's 'flaws'. That man, who made his dreams come true. If only that man, Magnus never got into his life. But, without Magnus Alec would have faded into the oblivion.

Forever.

Alec dropped his witchlight. The light winked out, and he fell to his knees, scrabbling on the ground among the trash and the dirt, grit under his fingernails. At last something lit up before his eyes, and he rose to see Magnus standing before him, the witchlight in his hand. It shone and flickered with a strangely-colored light.

"It shouldn't illuminate like that," Alec said, automatically. "For anyone but a Shadowhunter."

Magnus held it out. The heart of the witchlight was glowing a dark red, like the coal of a fire.

"Is it because of your father?" Alec asked.

Magnus didn't reply, only tipped the runestone into Alec's palm. As their hands touched, his face changed. "You're freezing cold."

"I am?"

"Alexander . . ." Magnus pulled him to his feet, and the witchlight flickered between them, its color changing rapidly. Alec had never seen a witchlight runestone do that before. He put his head against Magnus' shoulder and let Magnus hold him. Magnus' heart didn't beat like human hearts did: it was slower, but steady. Sometimes Alec thought it was the steadiest thing in his life.

"Kiss me," Alec said, tipping his head up; Magnus eyes were sad and shadowed, and unreadable.

Magnus put his hand to the side of Alec's face and gently, almost absently, ran his thumb along Alec's cheekbone. When he bent to kiss him he smelled like sandalwood. Alec clutched the sleeve of Magnus' jacket, and the witchlight, held between their bodies, flared up in colors of rose and blue and green as their lips touched.

Alec woke up, sweaty and freezing cold. It was that dream again, the dream with that man. Magnus, Magnus was his name. Why did it keep coming up? Why was he having these types of dreams? But, most importantly, why did they seem so real? Why did they seem like it had happened before? Why him of all people? Slowly, Alec got up, hearing his mattress creak as he rose from the bed and walked to the bathroom. He leaned against the sink, clutching the sides until his knuckles turned white, releasing, and then starting the process all over again. Then the voices in his head started to speak.

'Why are you dreaming of another boy Alexander? You're male, you like girls. Do you here me? You like girls'

'Alec, you're a disgrace to the family name. Liking boys? How disgusting!'

'Why Alec? I looked up to you'

'You're no longer my brother'

'You don't deserve to be a Lightwood'

The stubborn little voices in his head wouldn't stop talking, he knew he couldn't be gay, it would ruin his families reputation. What was so bad about being gay? It's not like he choose to be this way. He was born that way. But, he was the oldest, he needed to be a good role model. Yet, the words 'I'm gay' always want to slip out of his mouth. He couldn't even utter the words though, his parents were homophobic and they believed it wasn't natural for the same gender to love each other. Well, at least his father was. He wasn't so sure about his mother.

Alec looked up at himself and gazed into the mirror, "At least try to be straight, okay?"

Alec waited and waited for a response, but there was none to his avail. It was his reflection, he already knew the answer. After all, he can't pretend to be something he never was. He would never be straight no matter how hard he tried.

Alec woke up, breathing heavily from his dream, trying to come to terms with his dream.

"Calm down," he said to himself, "It was only a dream."

Alec had fallen back to sleep rather quickly, and had no dream about the sparkly man named Magnus. And next thing he knew, he was awoken by his mothers constant yelling of how breakfast was going to be ready in a matter of minutes. As quickly as he could he threw on a ratty old sweater and jeans from his closet. He wanted to have breakfast with his family but he needed some alone time. Some alone time to think about the man in his dreams.

Alec quickly scampered down the stairs into the kitchen,"Hey mom, gotta run!"

Maryse rolled her eyes, of course he had to leave.

Alec was hungry, of course he knew it would have happened [he didn't eat breakfast, what else did he expect?] but he really wished he wasn't in desperate need of food and a drink. He then proceeded to jog to the nearest place that he could buy food and a drink from, which was Java Jones.

Alec got into line and waited for his turn to order, and finally it was, "One tall regular coffee and a turkey sandwich please" asked AlecThe cashier and Alec exchanged money, and Alec sat there, waiting.

It seemed like hours before his name was even called, but who could blame him? It was a busy day, the restaurant was packed, and he felt like he would die any minute because of the lack of food and liquid, but then he heard his name, and for the first time in forever he was happy to have heard his name.

"Tall coffee and turkey sandwich for Alec!"

Alec then got up and proceeded to make his way threw the crowd to get his items and leave, but then he saw those eyes staring at him, those cat like eyes. That man, that man that he was staring at, the man in his dreams. That man, Magnus Bane.

That is Magnus Bane.

The Magnus Bane.

The dreams that didn't make sense were perfectly clear now, the fogginess of the dreams were gone now that he'd seen him. The pieces were all fitting together, the weird dreams seemed completely normal. This was his soulmate. He was seeing his soulmate for the first time.

The man with the cat eyes blinked and spoke in a shaky voice, "Alexander?"

Alec was stunned, the man knew recognized him. He opened his mouth to speak but he couldn't get any words out.

The man spoke again, more confident, "Alexander."