- Picturing my heartbeat -

Summary: In the end, Magnus will love his broken alarm clock because of what started like a really bad morning will end in a life changing journey with a shy black-haired man. But the road ahead of them is edged by many rocks. Will their love be strong enough to guide them through? And will there be a shining future at the end of it?

Notes: So here it is - my first fanfiction story online. Never ever done that before because I didn't had the courage to post them. Not even my husband got the chance to read them, thanks to my damn shyness and my self-doubts.

So therefore be patient with me and more important, help me to get better in my writing. Tell me what's not good, what you didn't like or maybe what you would have changed. And hopefully with all your help, I may be able to get better. Step by step. So please tell me your opinion.

Disclaimer: Who am I kidding. Of course I don't own TMI. I just own all of my spelling mistakes and my bad grammar.

‚No, no, NO! Why today?! Shit, I'll be late again.' In a hurry I grabbed my keys which were lying on the cupboard next to me and opened the front door while loudly cursing to myself that I didn't had enough time to finish my typical magnificent and damn sexy Magnus-Bane-look. Only had proper time to get my make up on. Well, I wouldn't normally call it "make up". Just had the chance to put eyeliner and lipgloss on – the minimum for me, with less I wouldn't set a foot out of my flat. But for more, there wasn't enough time. The sun wasn't up yet but already I had to burry down my good mood. And to top that all my damn hair was lying flat. No fucking time for glittering it up.

'Could the day even get worse?' I muttered to myself with an huge irony sign above my head. Blinking like there is no tomorrow. I didn't only feel like mud, no, I literally looked like it as well.

'If I survive this damn day', I sweared, 'I will joyfully smash that damn alarm clock into pieces and then I'll feed the rest to my cat'.

Oh dear, that bastard of a cat. Well normally I would have thanked the Chairman for waking me up half an hour ago while the clock didn't do his proper job. But how on earth could I continue to love that little fur of hell when the cats' waking act was to ram his needle-claws into my back, because he thought that it would be so much fun to play hide and seek on me?!

Needless to mention that now I had six new scars on my normally pretty upper back. Six holes in my precious skin, only covered with hello-kitty-band-aid – bought by my best friend Camille because she thought it would be soooo funny – yeah, well, laughed the whole day I got them from her. NOT.

But nonetheless, they stopped the liter of blood running down my body ten minutes ago so I got the chance to finally step into my favorite cloth without bloodstains.

The picture of the icecold water in my bathroom which resulted in me not taking a shower, was the last memory I got while I slammed the door loudly in his hinge and ran out of my flat.

I carefully watched my feet trying not to fall down the two floors ahead of me, because I hardly knew my luck today. If I fall, my face would have a bad date with the floor. And I already got a muddy mood, a muddy look and a muddy smell, so I definitely didn't need a bloody face too. My back had already lost enough blood for weeks.

I entered the street, went to my left and run as fast as I could while trying not to run into another person. And that was definitely the biggest problem . As if the whole population of Brooklyn decided to camp in front of my apartment complex.

But I did well so far and after ten minutes of running I got to the final block where I only had to turn right to get to my studio.

'Camille will kill me, if I'm not on schedule. Today we had THE photo shooting of the year for us. Every single magazine will show our pictures because we got an only-contract with the most popular band in the whole US for shooting the pictures for their new record coming out next month.' I thought and therefore I speeded up my running while I looked down at my watch. Ten minutes left. That's good. I could make it. I really could make it on time.

A small smile began to spread on my face. I went around the corner and the next thing I felt, was me crashing into a solid body.

I bumbed with my back onto the street and my head kissed the road behind me. For a small amount of time I got overwhelmed by a comforting darkness. My chest felt like it was on fire because streams of a hot liquid kept soaking through my Armani suit.

Seconds later I felt the present of a person at my side. A strong hand brushed my face and I could hear a stuttering voice. A voice filled with panic and guilty.

"Ever…. Everything ok…. Is everything ok with you?"

The hand clapped softly at my cheek as if to wake me up. I ignored the ringing pain in my head and tried to open my eyes. A burning stitch went through my whole body and I winced in pain.

'Damn that did hurt'

"By the angels, I'm…. I'm so…. truly sorry, didn't see…. you coming. I… I swear…. I hadn't seen…. you coming." The voice continued in a soft and caressing voice, but still he was stammering.

"Please open your eyes or at least say something." The sound of the voice got needier. It was the first connected sentence.

'Stuttering suits your sweet, angelic voice more.' I thought and meanwhile I started to check all my limbs. Still not ready to open my eyes. Nothing seemed to hurt except of my head and my chest.

Apparently my checking movements showed the person next to me that I'm still alive, because I could hear some thanks by him to some random angels and then a swearing of never walk again while drinking coffee and reading a book.

'So no multi-tasking, huh? What a pity. That could be very handy at some point.' came immediately to my mind.

I waved my head to get rid of the thought and the result was again a great wave of an unpleasant pain.

"Still there, sir?" there, the voice again.

'Man, I could get used to this voice. It was calm and steady. You immediately eased hearing it. He definitely should think about reading yoga-mantras onto cds.'

"Ok, I'll call 911 now."

"No." 'Shit, that came out harsher than planned'

"Really. No need for that." I tried to sound softer this time and by this I began to count up to five, took a final deep breath and finally started to open my eyes.

I blinked twice and made a loud scream out of surprise, because I directly look into an ocean full of blue - only an inch away from me. He took a small step aside and I instantly missed his closeness. Moments ago I could felt his warm present and it felt… homey.

"Sorry… didn't mean… to frighten you." again this likeable stammering of him. It made me smile.

"How could such a beauty ever frighten me?" It was more of a statement than a question.

His cheeks promptly started to blush and his gaze wandered to the sidewalk. I exploited this chance to get a better look of him. He seemed to be tall. Not as tall as me, but still taller than normal man. Under his dark-colored and loosely clothes I could identify a muscular body. His hair was raven black. Quite an handsome man, I had to confess.

As if he felt my staring, his blush deepend. He cleared his throat and directly looked into my eyes. And by that I got stuck in his vision. I couldn't remember ever seeing such beautiful eyes before. Their color – a lightblue - like the Caribbean Sea and so clear and deep like a quiet morning sky in winter. I kept my look on his eyes and got immediately drunken. I had to swallow hard.

Damn, black and blue was always my favorite couple.

As he realized that I wouldn't look away, again a slight brush appeared on his cheeks and he cleared his throat and by that he took his gaze away. Apparently the sidewalk seemed to be more interesting than my face and my heart felt like it got a crack.

"Can you stand up?" he paused and waited for a reaction. "It would be the best if you go to a hospital… Perhaps you have a concussion." with a less confident voice he continued "Is…Is it ok… ok for you if I check … your back of your head? I didn't see blood on the ground…. but you… you can't know for sure." By the end of his sentence he started to bit on his lower lip. As if he was totally unsure what I would answer to his request.

"You never have to ask for touching me, beauty" 'well, nice one, Bane. You could definitely star in the movie "How to get rid of him in two sentences"'

Apparently he put my babbling on the headbump to the sidewalk, because he leaned closer again, reached behind my head and carefully stroked me. Intuitionaly I closed my eyes and leaned against his caressing hand. As he finished his examination and didn't find anything alarmingly, he pulled away.

And again, my body felt like he was sad that the warm feeling was gone. I opened my eyes and looked into a deeply blushed face.

"Can you stand up?" There was this question again "It's really cold down there." And by that he handed me a helping hand. I nodded and took his hands. Simultaneously we went up. He really was nearly as tall as me.

"Here, take this napkin. And, uhm, I'm really sorry for your suit."

'My suit?! Ah, shiiiit.' With that I remembered everything. I crashed into him, because I was running to gain time back. Damn.

"Don't worry. For what have we invented the cleaning industry?" I assured him and he relaxed by my words.

"Nevertheless, let me pay for that mess!" he insisted and pointed at the coffeestains. "Here, take my number and contact me when you get the bill." I took his business card and read his name.

'Alexander Lightwood - What a pretty name for a pretty man.'

"I will, Alexander." I purred his name in a flirtatious manner. Rolling the "r".

And I got lucky, because again I saw this pretty blush on his porcelain skin.

"So, uhm, thank you for … staying and helping me." Was I now really stammering as well?

"Well, it was my fault in the first place. So don't thank me. It was all… my fault." He gave me a sorry look.

"So, uhm… wish you a better day … "

"Magnus"

"What?"

"My name… My name is Magnus Bane." I really didn't know why I had the urge to tell him my name. But I had to tell him otherwise I would've regretted it in a way.

"Oh, okay then, uhm…. wish you a better day… Magnus… better than it had started ." and with that he started to bit on his lower lip again. I literally could see his head working. He wasn't sure how to say goodbye in this situation.

And for a moment there were only the two of us in a bubble of time. The crowd around us zoomed out. The traffic jam on the street next to us wasn't to be heard.

I took a step closer and by that I was in his personal space again. My body recognized the need warmth of his body. Muscles eased. I felt calm and took him in an embrace.

He stiffened immediately but in the next moment he… relaxed. Just to be stiffened up again the very next second.

I felt that he started to pull away and I let him his will. He cleared his throat and looked down again.

"Bye then." He whispered.

"Yeah, bye, Alexander."

"Alec… I go by… Alec, actual."

"Well, I'm more into Alexander." And with that I waved a goodbye while I saw again this handsome blush of his own because of my ambiguous sentence.' I definitely could get used to it.'

He just nodded, mouthed a goodbye then turned around walking away.

With a brief look on his card I finished my way to the studio.

After all, the day wasn't that bad.

So, uhm, what do you think? Is it worth it, to continue? Please tell me.

With lots of greetings, Satyana