In order to prevent burnout, I've decided to write this little oneshot since I couldn't find one on FanFiction. I own nothing.

Our Son's Secret

Maryse stared at the Alliance Rune on her wrist. She and Robert had actually found two of werewolves from Lucian Graymark's pack who agreed to pair with them. A glance at the Mark on her husband sent a flare of something like jealousy through her heart. Her love now had an attachment to someone else. It was physical, stronger than marital ties…familial ties?

Of course, the way her husband glowered at her wrist suggested he felt much the same way. At least Isabelle would not be creating this bond with any of the Downworlders. While she knew there was heavy prejudice in such thoughts, old beliefs died hard.

Alec though…Maryse scanned the crowd, searching for her son and daughter, who'd wandered off shortly after their arrival. She spotted Isabelle first, with the vampire boy Clary knew when he was a Mundane and a wolf girl. They were all talking close together and then Simon gestured at something across the room. She followed the gesture and spotted Alec. He had out his stele and was carving the Mark on… "Is that Magnus Bane?"

Robert turned his gaze, just realizing that his wife had become distracted. He followed her gaze. "The High Warlock of Brooklyn?" he murmured. "That's who Alec is Marking?"

"I guess so." They watched as Alec finished the Rune on the warlock's arm and started on his own. "He'll gain a lot of power this way."

"Power," Robert murmured. "I never thought Alec was overly interested in gaining power."

"Why wouldn't he want that?" Maryse asked.

"And that question is what screwed us over in the first place," Robert muttered darkly.

Maryse rolled her eyes. "Let me rephrase. For what other purpose would he seek out the most powerful warlock on the East Coast than power?"

"Bane has seemed to be around a lot. Perhaps they became fri…ends…" she trailed off as her son's stele fell from his from his hand before it and the other locked behind Bane's head. He pulled himself up to the warlock's height and pressed a kiss to his lips. Maryse lifted a hand to her lips, staring at her teenage son, who was currently lip locked with an older than dirt Downworlder.

"Uh…" Robert was unable to form an actual word. Maryse couldn't even manage that.

And yet, their hearing was remarkably clear. They could hear every whisper in the huge hall as Shadowhunters and Downworlders alike stared at the couple. Maryse and Robert were most likely the only ones not saying anything.

After a few moments, Alec dropped off of his toes and simply stared up at the warlock. He stared back for a few seconds before his face broke into a huge smile. He reached out and caught Alec's face in his hands. His mouth formed words that could not be heard, but were so obviously spoken that Maryse and Robert could see them. And see the truth of them.

"I love you."

And then their son reciprocated them.

Maryse didn't know what she was feeling. Twenty years ago…ten, she would have been disgusted. She would have locked her son up and never let him see another man again. Now, though…the world was changing and, if her son loved him... She looked away from Alec and Bane, staring at the ground. Robert grasped her hand tightly, his palm sweating. "I guess he's not after power."

"So it would seem." Maryse looked back at her son. She even managed a small smile. "So it would seem." And she leaned against her husband.

That was fun to write, please enjoy and review.