Hey guys! If you've been reading my other stuff you know I dropped off the face of the earth for like a year. Another thing I did while off FanFiciton was enter a deleted scenes contest on the FandemoniumNetwork site. I actually made top five finalists and if you want to see the four other top stories it's on their web sight. Anyways, the rules were you had to write a deleted scene from the tv show and I wasn't allowed to use book character descriptions so I had to comp this one because Alec's eyes will always be blue.

Magnus closed the portal and watched as Clary and boyfriend's alternate personalities reentered their bodies. While they were regaining their surroundings he quickly covered the demon body with a blanket. "wh-what just happened?" Blondie asked looking frantically around, obviously remembering the demon. Clary, on the other hand, had been out of her body much longer and looked very startled to be in the basement of the Institute. "You!" Magnus turned, Captain America had pinpointed him with his ever so vigilant observations. "You took Clary down here and-and there was a giant lizard thing and-and both of you have some explaining to do!"

"Maybe the explaining is yours to be made," Magnus retorted, wondering where this sudden confidence came to defend himself. "Clary and I had only come down here to talk about her father." His hands worked wildly behind his back as he worked to weave his story. "I'm a local tarot reader, Magnus Bane. I'm sure you've seen my commercials. Valentine's a man of superstition more than he would like to admit. Your girlfriend thought it would help if I read in the cards that you two were suited for each other. She came to visit me just the other day, that's why she invited me to the party, so I could assure him of my powers." He hoped Trace (he was pretty sure he overheard Clary call him Trace) wouldn't turn around and look at the very glazed over expression of his girlfriend. To his- to their luck, he didn't and instead chose to stare at Magnus bumfuzzled long enough for the spell to finish.

"Is-is this true?" decidedly-Trace asked, turning around to finally face his girlfriend. Coming out of her gaze she quickly nodded.

"Yeah… yeah," she said, walking over and putting her hand on her boyfriend's shoulder. "It-it was supposed to be a surprise. I know you really want my dad's approval." Decidedly-Trace seemed to contemplate believing the story.

"Well, I'll leave you to apologize," Magnus quickly said to Trace, walking past them. "I'll see you around biscuit, good luck with the old man." Not daring to turn around, he walked back to the main floor where the party was still going.

He hoped his story had worked, there was enough truth that it would set in Clary's mind better, as she had come to see him the other day and invited him to the party for help. Unfortunately, he now had to do a card reading, which would, by all means, be free if it got her off his back.

"There you are," a deep voice said from behind that made a small shiver run down his back. Barely twenty words had been exchanged, yet Magnus would have recognized that voice from a crowd a hundred years from now. He turned around and met the most brilliant blue eyes he had ever seen. "I don't think we got to finish our conversation," the voice said. Magnus almost melted, deep and smooth, dripping sweet almost like molasses. 'Where have you been all my life?' he thought.

"We didn't," Magnus agreed, finally breaking eye contact looking down at his feet nervously. It had been so long since he had felt this way. "Um, I'm really sorry about that. I had to go and help Clary-"

"You know Clary?" the voice asked, there was a subtle eagerness to it. Magnus dared to look up, still keeping his head bent so he was looking through his lashes.

"Actually I just met her the other day, I'm helping her get her dad to warm up to her boyfriend," Magnus explained. "Why do you ask?"

"Clary is best friends with my sister Isabelle, I was hoping if you two were friends we might be seeing each other a little more often." Blue-eyes smiled, it was obviously meant to be charming but also so genuine at the same time. Magnus felt his legs turn to goo and forced himself to stand.

"I would really like to see you again," Magnus said smiling back. "Um, I don't think I ever caught your name."

"It's Alec," the reply was quick, a little more eager than the relaxed façade was giving. "But you can call me Alexander."

"Magnus Bane," Magnus offered his hand to Alec-Alexander, who took it with ease.

"You're the tarot card reader? I've seen your commercials," Alexander said, his cobalt blue eyes lighting up. Magnus didn't think it was possible to be more mesmerized by the two brightly glowing lanterns seeming to stare right to his soul.

"You're correct," Magnus said, his smile becoming slightly pinched. He had been told more than once by his annoying friends that his commercials were ridiculous and only made people take him less serious. He suddenly afraid that was true, true and applied to Alexander.

"I love watching those, they always make me smile," Magnus relaxed and his smile grew.

"I'm glad my reputation proceeds itself," he said, a sudden playfulness that had been doormat like his magic suddenly arising. "Well it was nice meeting you," he quickly turned to leave before he could embarrass himself.

"You're not staying?" Alexander asked, Magnus, turned around and once again their eyes met.

"Well- I- um," Magnus stumbled, trying to grasp words.

"What is it? Vodka, not your style?" though the question was meant to be playful just like the façade, there was true worry behind it, a vulnerability Magnus wasn't expecting.

"It's not that," Magnus quickly tried to reassure him. "I just really must be going, you know, tarot cards won't read themselves." He once again turned to leave.

"How about coffee then?" for the third time Magnus turned around to a voice he couldn't seem to resist. There was almost a desperateness this time, a desperateness that Magnus knew he was the source of, a desperateness that he wanted more than anything to wipe away.

"Coffee sounds wonderful," Magnus tried to sound casual. "Tomorrow, eight-thirty, Taki's. Don't be late."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world."