AN: I don't know why I am so obsessed with post Malec breakup stories; maybe I just like to see the two of them suffer? This either will be a super long one-shot, or a multi-chapter story. I don't know, I don't plan that far ahead.

THIS IS OBVIOUSLY GOING TO TO TAKE PLACE DURING CITY OF HEAVENLY FIRE (SPOILER ALERT BY THE WAY), BUT I'M NOT CASSANDRA CLARE AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IN THE HELL TO DO WITH THE WHOLE HEAVENLY FIRE ISSUE. SO IT'S NOT GOING TO BE IN THIS STORY. PROBLEM SOLVED.

ALSO, I DON'T HAVE SPELL CHECK. I AM USING WORDPAD RIGHT NOT. IT HAS BOLD, ITALICS, AND SPACING AND THAT'S ABOUT IT. SO, IF YOU SEE AN ERROR GRAMMATICALLY OR SPELLING-WISE, JUST TELL ME AND I WILL DO MY BEST TO CORRECT MYSELF. DON'T BE RUDE ABOUT IT THOUGH, BECAUSE THAT'S JUST NECESSARY.

It wasn't long before the entire "Team Good" as Simon called them, knew about Alec's breakup with Magnus. Alec had told Jace, Clary, and Isabelle after it happened and everyone else sort of just followed. Leave it to Izzy to be able to keep the secret that he was gay for so many years, but couldn't keep this one for more than a minute.

"Oh, they would have found out anyway!" Isabelle protested after Alec had lectured her about people not needing to know about his personal love life. "Eventually we would find some way to need Magnus and he would tell us. . . What was it?"

"That he's tired of being out pet warlock," Alec grumbled. He loved Isabelle, but she sometimes just didn't know how to make him feel better.

Now, without Alec even knowing about, Clary and Isabelle were hanging out in the kitchen, discussing his personal love life while Isabelle was "cooking".

"We need to get Alec a new date," Clary told Isabelle while she was stirring up some brown slop. She wanted so bad to ask Isabelle what it was supposed to be, but she knew she would end up just hurting her feelings.

Isabelle stopped stirring and looked at Clary. "Do you know someone?" she asked seriously.

Clary let out a small laugh. "Not anyone that's not a mundane. And that would end badly."

Isabelle nodded sadly. "It's too bad that there aren't any gay Shadowhunters out there. And those who are, would never admit to it - even if we did hook them up with someone."

"What about another Downworlder?" Clary asked.

Isabelle blinked. She opened her mouth and was about to say something when Jace walked in. "You're kidding, right?" he asked.

"Well. . ." Clary trailed off.

"Yeah because he dating a Downworlder worked out so well with everyone before," Jace muttered.

Isabelle glared and flicked the mixing spoon at Jace, causing brown slop to splatter on his shirt and face. "UGH!" Jace groaned. "It's bad enough that I have to eat it, but now I have to wear it too? Disgusting. . ."

"Hey!" Isabelle protested. "My cooking can't be that bad! Alec has been eating it for years without complaint."

"Yeah, because he doesn't want to hurt his little sister's feelings. No matter what he tells you, the fact that he was curled up on the bathroom floor for days after you tried to make sushi was no coincidence."

"What are you two fighting about?" Alec asked walking into the kitchen. Clary caught the look he gave to the brown pot and Jace's shirt.

"These two want to hook you up with a Downworlder," Jace said in a bored tone.

Alec shot a glare at Isabelle and Clary. "You want to do what?"

Isabelle looked at Jace like she wanted to kill him while she explained. "Alec you can't live alone forever. I mean while you were with Magnus you were a whole new person." She looked at him, and her expression softened. "I just want to see you happy again."

"You actually think that I would be able to find someone?" he asked incredulously. "Izzy, there aren't a whole lot of choices out there for me. Shadowhuntes aren't. . ." he took a breath, "aren't like me, I can't hook up with a mundane, and Downworlders usually hate Nephilim. Who would I hook up with?"

"Not all Downworlders hate Shadowhunters," Isabelle protested. "I'm sure we could find another glittering warlock that's as lonely as you are."

"Not to mention desperate," Jace muttered, earning another spoonful of slop in the chest.

"He's right, Izz," Alec pointed out. "Besides, I would want someone knew, not someone to just replace Magnus."

"And we will find you someone new," Clary stepped in. "And who knows? It could go really well."

Alec rolled his eyes. "Yeah, okay. If you guys find someone who is actually lonely and," he looked at Jace, "desperate enough, to date a gay Shadowhunter, fine. I would go on a date with him." With that, he walked out of the kitchen.

Isabelle and Clary smiled at each other. "This will be fun," Clary said.

"Not to mention difficult," Jace said.

"Oh, come on!" Isabelle said to him. "Help us out?"

Jace shrugged. "I don't see why you thought I wouldn't. I miss the days Alec wasn't a depressed mess."

So that settled it. The three of them went on a date hunt for Alec.

They figured it wouldn't be easy, but as they sat at Taki's for what felt like the millionth time that week, they were starting think it was actually impossible.

"Maybe we could just pay someone?" Jace suggested with a sigh.

Clary stared down at her coffee. "Now I see why Alec is so on board with going out with whoever we find."

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" Isabelle was slapping Clary's shoulder.

"What?"

"Look!"

Clary looked were Isabelle was pointing. There sitting at a table alone was a warlock. With all the glitter in his hair, you would think he would resemble Magnus, but he really didn't. His hair was spiked up like Magnus' sometimes was, but it was dirty blonde with dark blue and bright purple streaks in it. And instead of his eyes being his demon mark, this warlock had long talons that would have been creepy if it weren't for the fact they were painted the same shocking purple that was in his hair. His eyes were a beautiful green that reminded Clary of shining, bright emeralds.

He was hot.

"We have to ask him!" Clary said. Isabelle nodded in agreement.

"Whoa!" Jace held up his hand, causing the Isabelle and Clary who were getting up, to sit back down. "Shouldn't we know more first. Like if he's. . ."

"Please," Isabelle scoffed. "He's been eyeing you out since we arrived."

"Well even straight guys can't resist the wonders of me," Jace smirked.

Clary rolled her eyes. "It's worth a shot."

Jace sighed. "Fine." He got up and the three of them headed for the table the warlock was sitting at. As they approached, he gave them a curious look and leaned back in his chair.

"What does a group of Nephilim want to do with me?" he asked curiously, in a puzzled tone.

"Are you single?" Isabelle asked, getting straight to the point.

This took the warlock by surprise. "Honey, you're very pretty, but you're not my type in two ways."

"We have a friend," Clary explained. "A guy friend."

"Is he a nephilim?" The warlock asked, but seemed to be much more interested.

"Well. . .Yes," Isabelle admitted. "But I assure you that he's-"

The warlock held up his hand, cutting her off. "I'm sure he's nice, funny, and smart, but I just don't feel a nephilim would make a very good partner for a downworlder. I'm not so worried about my kind as I am yours."

"It's nothing new, believe me," Isabelle assured him.

The warlock shook his head. "I'm sorry."

"All right," Clary gave in. "Thank you." She and Jace turned to walk away, but Isabelle grabbed their arms.

"We are not giving up that easily," she hissed at them. She turned back to the warlock. "I have a picture of him, just take a look."

The warlock shrugged. "All right."

He's a lot less stubborn than Magnus was, Isabelle thought. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing, or a bad thing. "Just one second," she said, taking her wallet out from her back pocket. She opened it up and took a picture out of one of the slots. "This is only a year old." She set the picture down on the table and watched as the warlock glanced at it. Her heart lifted slightly up when a smile appeared on his face.

"Those eyes are amazing," he gasped. "They stand out beautifully against his dark hair!"

"So you'll give him a shot?" Isabelle asked hopefully.

The warlock sighed and pushed the picture back towards Isabelle who tucked it back into her wallet. "Look, I don't doubt that he is a nice guy, but I just got over a nasty break-up with my previous boyfriend. I thought he was my everything, but I messed up and now I am paying the consequences."

"What a coincidence," Jace stepped in. "Alec is going through the exact same thing."

"Alec?" The warlock asked. "The name fits him."

"Look he really needs a new somebody in his life," Isabelle said. "The right somebody."

"He's lonely," Clary told him. "We're looking for someone who can lift him up again, and you seem like such a nice guy."

The warlock held up his hand, silencing them again. "Not only do I understand, but I can relate. I'll give Alec. . ."

"Lightwood," Isabelle said quickly. "Alec Lightwood."

"I'll give Alec Lightwood a shot," he finished with a smile. "Because believe me, I need to find the right somebody too."

"You won't be disappointed," Isabelle assured him.

"He's really great once you get to know him," Clary promised.

"What's your name?" Isabelle asked. "And how can we get in contact with you?"

"Do you have paper?" he asked.

"No, only a pen."

"May I borrow it?" he asked, and she nodded. "Hold out your hand please," he said. Once she did so, he began writting on it. When he was finished, he clicked the pen and handed it back to Isabelle. "There's the information you asked for."

Isabelle looked down at her hand. The name Demarkus was written across it and under it was in address and phone number.

"Does tonight work for Alec?" Demarkus asked.

Isabelle nodded. And if it didn't, she would make it so it did.

"Great!" Demarkus cried enthusiastically. "I really look forward to meeting him. Have him stop by at whatever time works best. I'm not doing anything tonight." With one last farewell, Demarkus got up from the table and left the three of them.

"Wait until Alec hears about this!" Isabelle exclaimed happily. "He will be thrilled."

"Will he?" Jace asked her. "The only reason he agreed to this was because he didn't actually expect anyone to be willing to date him."

Isabelle scoffed. "Stop looking on the negative side of everything, Jace. Of course he'll appreciate this." But as the three of them left Taki's, she couldn't help but wonder whether or not Jace was right. There was a huge chance that Alec wasn't ready for this.

She knew that they would just have to wait and find out.

Whoops! Kind of made it into a multi-chapter. Prolly' shouldn't have done that, because I have a hard time finishing these, but I will certainly do my best.