Title- Love Never Dies
The say love never dies. Just how true is that? Alec, feeling depressed and angry after Magnus broke up with him, becomes reckless, going on a mission alone in hope it will take his mind off the warlock. When he goes missing, Magnus's feelings get tested as he stops at nothing to find his other half.
Disclaimer- I do NOT own Shadowhunters, all rights reserved. I am simply burrowing them.
Hope you enjoy the fic. Will update when I can.
Izzy smiled softly at her bed ridden brother, Max. Her hand ran through his unruly, brown locks tenderly. She had never been so scared before- not even on missons where her life was constantly threatened by the demons she killed on a daily basis- finding her younger sibling unconcious on the floor, blood tickling down his nose at an alarming rate. The several small puddles of scarlet had led her to her room with cautious and slow steps. Fear had never been so well known, so strong. Instantly alert, she had entered the room ready for whatever greeted her, or so she thought. Freezing on the spot, door open wide, she had not expected to see a bloody and unresponsive Max, who didn't so much as twitch from the sound of her concerned and paniced voice. Her blood had turned to ice, heart pounding fiercely in her chest, as she thought the worse in that moment. "Never scare me like that again." Izzy said with a deep sigh as she caressed his cheek lovingly.
Max, who was hooked up to a few wires, relaxed more into the bed at her comforting touch and smiled hearing the relief in her silk voice. He turned his head enough to look at her, eyes meeting. "I won't. I promise." He replied with reassurance.
Izzy nodded. "Good." She brushed back a single strand of hair from his still pale face. Huge relief washed over her knowing Max would be okay, easily seen through her feminine features and bright, dirt orbs.
Jace let out a deep, tired sigh as he walked down the hall towards the infirmary where Max was being looked after. His blonde hair slightly messy from countless nights of lost sleep. Lately, his thoughts had been nothing but consuming, constant without so much as mercy. They didn't pause or go away. He couldn't remember the last time he had a dreamless slumber, or even one that last more than an hour. Whenever he would shut his eyes, they were open again soon after. Sometimes, without so much as a sound, others he screamed himself awake. He was plagued by images, truths and lies, playing out behind closed lids. They haunted him every night. Dark bags under his eyes, complexion slightly paler than normal, light strands of golden oily and standing out in every direction. His fight with sleep showed perfectly with his rough appearance. Even his clothes were in slight disray, ruffled and dirty. He looked a complete disaster in the fashion sense as well as the presentable one.
The recent events with Max also had everyone worried, stressed. Jace had visited the infirmary a few times but needed to recently step out. He needed to because he couldn't stand to see Max like that, so frail and vulnerable, couldn't think of him as so. He had no doubt the young shadowhunter would beat this, had faith in him, but it was still hard to see. He was just a kid. It was harder to listen to the words the doctor spoke of how Max could die. No one wanted to hear of that possibility. Including him. Max was strong, he was a Lightwood, a stubborn and strong member from a family that was more than capable. If anyone was a fighter, it was him.
Jace made his way back to the room but stopped short from going inside when he spotted the sitting figure on the floor, arms hugging his knees that were drawn up. He realized it was his parabatai and decided to walk over to him instead right now before checking in on Max. Jace slowly kneeled beside Alec, who didn't even move as he done so. Not saying anything, calculating eyes studied him for a moment, seeing the red, puffy eyes and dried tear stains but it was the dull, far away look, hazel orbs unseeing that made his brows furrow in concern, creases in his forehead because he could see Alec wasn't okay. He knew the situation with Max weighed heavily on him. It had on them all.
Lightly, he rested a hand on Alec's shoulder as a way of comfort- something he wasn't that good at. He assured him, "Max will be okay, Alec." It was said softly but with conviction because Max would beat this. He had to.
Alec continued to stare at the wall, expression blank. His mind was a place of endless thoughts, images of Magnus standing there, voice soft yet so loud to his ears, in front of him as he voiced words of a one-sided departure. Goodbye had never felt so wrong, sounded so heart-wrenching. He didn't want to believe it, to accept that he would no longer fall asleep next to the warlock in the comfort of his arms, feeling safe and secured. Alec would no longer wake to the smell of fresh made coffee in the morning with Magnus's beautiful smile to greet him. A painful realisation and no matter how hard he tried to convince himself that it was just some sick dream of a darker reality, the fact was it was very real. How could this have happened? He thought, a question voiced only in his head.
He felt a small weight perched on his shoulder but couldn't tear his gaze from the wall. For a moment, he didn't move or speak- not sure he could without his voice cracking, giving away how he felt. Then a voice sounded next to him, one he recognised. He grew up listening to it and slowly Alec looked at the body next to him, meeting the familiar ocean blue irisis's. The pain reflecting in them could sink a dozen ships.
Jace stared into them for a moment, getting lost in their deep depth of despair. Like a violent wave crashing down on the waiting shore, it was enough to get swept away by the sheer emotion he saw clearly in light orbs. He cupped Alec's cheek and asked, tone soft with a hint of fear, "Is Max..?" He hoped not.
Alec shook his head in response, his reply slightly shaky, low. "No. He pulled through." He looked away from Jace, not wanting him to see him as a broken mess.
Jace sighed in relief, hand running through his hair. "That's good." He said with a small smile, hand dropping from it's place on Alecs shoulder but he noticed how the brunette averted his attention back to the wall, staring intently and asked, "Then what's wrong?"
He didn't want to talk bout it, to remember only moments ago. A part of him was still in denial, the other part slowly sunk into a dark abyss of sorrow. Alec had lost the one person he loved most and it had been because of his choices, made decisions that he thought were right. "You ever do something you think is right only it made you lose something in return?" He asked with a sigh, leaning his head back against the wall.