I got to thinking and decided that I had an idea. And I rolled with it. What you see below is what I produced. I dunno if it's any good. And it's not very long, but I gave it a shot, eh? And yea I know the title is stupid, but I couldn't think of anything really good.
I do not own The Mortal Instruments series, or any of it's characters.
Surprisingly, not much had changed over the past fifty or so years. It was hard to keep track. There were still computers and cell phone and cars, though they had all gotten smaller and or more effitient in the process. There had been no big changes. No flying cars, or amazing medical break throughs. Hell they were still trying to recreate the damned big bang. The poor bastards couldn't take a hint obviously, and with out fail each time it didn't work they would say "we wiil get it next time." And the idiots believed them. So mundies kept supporting it. It just wasn't ment to be, divine intervention, perhaps?
Magnus snorted to himself, coming out from his thoughts. 'God,' he thought 'what a bastard.' Making a warlock like himself fall for a human like that. Well not exactly human, but mortal. Very mortal. Not that Alec ad died of old age. He hadn't exactly made it to that point. Magnus closed his eyes, his expression full of pain as the memories flooded back to him.
-buzzbuzzbuzz-
Magnus shot up into the sitting postion on his large bed with a start.
-buzzbuzzbuzz-
Sighing Magnus grabbed his phone from where it had been rattling on the night table. Flipping it open without bothering to check who it was, he answered with a grumpy "What?"
There was a brief silence, then "... Magnus." Isabelle? Why was she calling him, especially this late? But then Magnus' gut dropped. He knew. He knew why Isabelle would call him this late.
"How bad?" he asked, standing up and striding to his closet opening it with a wave of his wrist, scanning as he waited for her reply.
When there was silence on the other end Magnus stopped picking through his clothes and held the phone tighter "Isabelle?"
More silence. It was driving him mad. It couldn't be that bad could it? It couldn't be anything the warlock couldn't repair. He heard a sharp inhale on the other end, it sounded terribly shaky.
"He's... Magnus, Alec is dead." there was a thump and a crack sound, as the phone slid from his hand, and it responded with the screen craking down the middle as it hit the ground. Magnus's features were frozen in a mask of shock and disbelief. After a moment he bent stiffly to retrieve the broken phone, and fixed it with a snap of his fingers. It said the call was still connected. He held it back to his ear numbly.
"Magnus?" Isabelle said timidly on the other end.
"I'm here." though his voice sounded far away to him. Everything felt very far away. He couldn't think, couldn't process what was just said to him. After a moment Magnus inhaled deeply and exhaled, before speaking, closing his eyes as well "How?"
Isabelle hesitated "Do you... really want to know?"
Taking another deep breath before answering he said "Yes. Please, just tell me."
She hesitated again for a moment and then swallowed the lump back in her throat, fighting tears as she told him "We, we were hunting. And Alec said he wanted to take point. Jace told him to go for it if he could handle it. But that just made Alec more determined." she stopped taking in several deep breaths before continuing " While were investigating a demon came out of nowhere. None of us saw it, or heard it, or even sensed it. It just, just..." she trailed off not wanting to say the rest.
"Isabelle!" Magnus said souding angry "Please. Just, just finish it." he said, though he could probably guess the rest. And he didn't really want to know, but he had to. He just had to.
He could hear the girl crying on the other end but she continued anyways "It jumped claws bared into Alec. One of the claws... pierced him..." he heard a strange gargling choking sound but she finished her sentence this time "through the skull. He died instantly."
Instantly. Impossible to fix. He had been wrong thinking that it wasn't something he couldn't fix. That was something he couldn't fix. Even though he tried him damnedest to find a way. He figured that there had to be some spell something to bring him back. But there was nothing. Nothing that wouldn't bring him back a mindless zombie anyways.
Magnus spent years of his time doing this, while he grieved for Alec. Despite tradition the Lightwoods had been kind enough to let Magnus attend Alec's funeral. Everyone wore a brave face that day. He felt pity of the Lightwoods, thy had lost both sons. But mostly he was consumed with his own grief. He lived in it for years. Over time he learned to let it go, though he couldn't completely. Alec had been a huge part of his life for the time that he was in it. And no matter how long he continued to breathe, Magnus would never forget that love.
Magnus opened his eyes waving the dark memories and thoughts alike away, and sat up. Thinking about this would never do. He had a party to set up, and it was only hours away. The only reason his thoughts had headed in that direction was because of Magnus's need to find the perfect outfit for the party. As he rifled through his closet, he had found something tossed in with his own clothes that were piled onto the floor. An old faded black sweater, that was obviously not his.
Well, can't say I didn't try. I might continue it, I dunno though.