A/N: I'm so inspired by Disturbing Emily. I was bored and so I did this. I will continue when I get the time - they'll probably all be short like this. Possible slash/lemons later on - I mean, it's freaking Malec.
It's been years. I haven't moved on. I haven't seen another soul the way I saw him. I promised him years ago I'd take care of the Lightwood family - generation after generation pass without much time. They look like him, but none are ever quite the same.
At some point I went to Idris. I don't know why - I never really make my own concious decisions anymore. Sitting alone in the council room, I stare at my torn up fingernails with little interest. Words were being spoken, but never made my ears. When I finally looked up, my breath ceased.
Alexander Lightwood stood in the entrance hall.
After two hundred years, my Alexander.