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"NOOOOOOOO!" Jace cried, as he watched Clary being devoured by a Behemoth demon. "Jace!" She screamed, and it broke his heart. Then she was gone, before he was even close to the Behemoth. Jace cried out, a sound of pain that sounded inhuman. He pulled out a seraph blade, naming it quickly. "Samandiriel!" When he got near the Behemoth, it lurched towards him, mouth open. Jace slashed Samandiriel up, but the Behemoth's skin didn't break. So he threw Samandiriel into the mouth of the demon. He was sobbing while he pulled out another seraph blade, naming it as he ran towards the Behemoth.
"Raguel" And he cut the Behemoth in half. He saw a familiar face, with bright red hair. She was also covered in blood. "Clary!" He cried. "Clary, wake up!" He placed iratze, after irstze trying to bring her back. "Jace!" A familiar voice called. Jace started. "Jace, where are you?"
"Over here." He called flatly. Alec walked into view.
"Jace? Are you okay? Where's Clary?" Jace didn't answer. "Jace. Where is Clary?" Alec's voice got dangerously low. "I'm holding her." Jace answered numbly. Alec gagged. "It was all my fault, Alec!" Jace cried. "I took her patrolling, I let her help me fight the Behemoth, and it's my fault now!" Jace was crying hard by then.
"Jace, calm down. It's not your fault. She would have gone and fought anyway. You know that. And I can feel your pain, Jace, but you need to accept that it isn't your fault." Jace looked up, tears streaming down his face. "What am I going to do without her?" Alec sighed.
"You'll do what you did before her. Fight demons." Jace took a wavering breath. "Come on, Jace. Let's go home." He nodded, no expression on his tearstained face. Alec lifted him, and he put his arm around Alec. Alec thought it was a friendly gesture, when Jace just sagged. Alec pulled out his stele, and put a strength rune on his arm. It helped, and Alec got him to the Institute. He was positive that the apartment Jace shared with Clary would be way too painful. Alec lay him on the bed in the spare room, and undressed him. In other circumstances, Jace would have been embarrassed, but he had passed out already. Alec sighed, feeling his pain. He walked out of the room, and he texted Magnus as soon as he got out.
Clary was killed by a Behemoth. Jace is super distraught, I'm gonna stay here the night. Come over tomorrow. I'll miss you, I love you, take care of the kids, don't drink, don't stay up all night studying, don't summon a demon in the middle of the night, I'll see you tomorrow, and don't forget to feed the kids. Bye!
And he sent it. Usually Alec was there to make sure of all these things, and when he wasn't, he was worried. An answer came in immediately.
Got it. I'll see you tomorrow, I love you, I won't drink, or summon a demon, I'll take care of the kids, I won't be up all night studying, I'll feed the kids, and tell Jace that I'm very sorry. How are you holding up?
Alec sighed. He wasn't sure how to answer that. He wasn't hurt like Jace, but Clary was nearly his sister-in-law. He was sad, but not devastated. Okay, that was incorrect. He was devastated, but not to the point of giving up.
I'm OK, I guess.
Magnus sent a sad face back. Alec smiled grimly. Then he heard a scream. He ran into Jace's room, and he saw Jace crying and punching his pillows. "Why, why? Clary, why?" It broke Alec's heart. "Jace, Jace, wake up. Wake up!" Jace started and woke from his nightmare of real life. He immediately lurched forward, and threw up on Alec. "Oh, thanks, Jace." Alec muttered under his breath. Then he cleaned Jace up. And sent a barf emoji to Magnus, who answered saying to be strong. Alec rolled his eyes, but appreciated his boyfriend's positivity.
Meanwhile, despite his positive texts, Magnus was worried. Rafe had recently gotten sick, and with Alec at the Institute, he had to deal with it, and Max.
Max was bored, because his daddy was at the Institute, and his other daddy had shut himself in Rafe's room, with Rafe, and wasn't coming out. So he found Magnus's phone, and called Clary. It went straight to voicemail.
Hey, you've reached the number of Clary Fairchild. I'm sorry, I'm not able to pick up the phone right now. Try calling me back. Bye! Sorry I missed you!
Her voicemail was, like all things she did, polite and friendly. Max missed her. And so he called the person who he knew would know where she was. The phone was picked up immediately. "Hey Magnus. What's up?" It was Alec.
"Daddy! Where's Clary? I tried calling her, but there was no answer." Max's clear child voice rang through the phone. Silence. "Daddy?" Alec sighed.
"Yeah. Hey. I'm here. Listen, Bluebottle, Clary… isn't going to answer her phone. Why don't you ask your dada?" Max hung up. Alec spluttered into the phone. His four-year-old had just hung up on him. "Very rude, Max, very rude." He muttered, but he was smiling. Alec braced himself and walked to Jace's room. Then Alec realized he had nowhere to sleep, so he dragged a cot out of the closet.
Night came, as it always did, and Jace finally fell asleep. Alec, on the other hand, couldn't sleep. He could feel his parabatai's pain, and he felt his despair, and it was hurting Alec as well as Jace.