A/N- Good morrow Fanfictioners, I have come to you with an idea. This is a series of nine (hence the title) different ways that Alec and Magnus could have met each other. And it's also nine because Magnus has cat eyes and cats have nine lives and Magnus has pretty much lived nine lifetimes and… yeah whatever. It will mostly be all human and alternate universes, but there may be some shadowhunting in there and it'll also be mostly Alec's POV because I write him better than I write Magnus. I already have all nine of the oneshots plotted out, but if you suggest something I'll write some more. I am practically shitting out ideas over here.
Disclaimer- Hey man, I don't own the Mortal Instruments series. It would be awesome if I did.

"Stephen Lightwood was one of the greatest shadowhunters I've ever had the pleasure to meet," the white-clad man went on. "He came all the way from London after his father Gabriel passed as well. Stephen was such a good-hearted…"

By the Angel, I thought. How long is this speech going to be?

Great grandpa Lightwood had died after nearly one hundred years of shadowhunting and every last Lightwood in the entire world was in the cemetery for his funeral. I wouldn't have been so calm had it been someone I actually knew, but great grandpa Lightwood wasn't someone I was close to. My mother and father were different altogether; apparently my great grandfather was really important to them. He had done something to help stop Valentine or to join Valentine or something. He had something to do with Valentine and pretty much saved my parents' lives.

If only I knew him.

My white suit was uncomfortably small and the rain pounding and dripping across my flimsy umbrella didn't help distract me from that fact. There was mud practically flowing through the space in-between my strategically placed feet it was raining so hard. Both Isabelle and Jace were irritated that we had to be there and Max was allowed to stay at home and read comic books. Being almost eighteen, I figured I could somehow get out of it, but my mother insisted it would help me learn more about my heritage.

Sighing, I looked down at my now brown shoes and raised my eyebrows at them. I don't know why, but I took out my irritated feelings on my shoes. I was mentally calling them stupid and lame and a whole bunch of other rude adjectives that I heard Jace say. When the word 'gay' came to mind I almost had a mini heart attack right there.

Jace used that word as an insult all the time but I didn't understand why. What was wrong with being gay? Was it a disease or something, because sometimes he acted like it was. I was a (very) closeted gay at the time, living in fear because if my parents found out I would be disowned. My master plan was to keep it a big secret, marry a nice shadowhunter girl, have a bunch of kids to keep the family name going, and die unhappy.

That'll totally work.

My glazed eyes moved over to a bare tree behind the grey man that was speaking and I noticed someone that definitely wasn't there before. He was very tall, probably exceeding my height, and even though he was leaning against the tree nonchalantly I knew he was watching us.

From the angle he was at and the lack of shelter from the rain provided by the tree he was under, I could clearly see him heave a sigh at the coffin like he was disappointed in it. As a shadowhunter, I was trained to read lips, brail, and a plethora of languages so I could figure out the words he was speaking, though I was far away.

"Another Lightwood gone," was what he said. The next thing he said was lost to me; I believe it was some sort of demonic language he was speaking.

Demonic language… I thought he was a demon for a split second and I almost sprung forward to warn someone. Luckily, my shoes were stuck in the muddy ground and I couldn't move all that well. I realized that he was probably a warlock or something, not a demon. If he were a pure demon he wouldn't have been able to get that close to holy ground.

His eyes lifted up and met mine. A startled gasp came from my lips, causing Izzy to glance at me oddly. His eyes were similar to those of a cat, with slit pupils and irises of an eerie green color in the dim light. A fire seemed to be behind them but there was also some sort of calmness as well. The unique eyes lit up when they saw mine and he grinned at me.

"Hello," he mouthed to me.

I couldn't seem to get my lips to form a word so I just gaped at him. He didn't have an umbrella and water dripped down his hair to pool at his booted feet, but he made no move to leave. I glanced around; no one else seemed to notice him.

Those cat eyes followed my every movement and I took a second to get a real good look at him. The distraction of his eyes mixed with the hazy fog from the rain made it hard to concentrate but I focused my hardest. It may have just been the rain, but his hair was long and dark with something shimmery in it. Glitter? The eyeliner he was wearing wasn't running either, and I assumed he had an enchantment on it or something. Unless, of course, they made waterproof eyeliner. His skin was caramel colored and completely flawless.

He was beautiful.

One of those lined eyes fell down to wink at me and my breath was taken away. The odd man snapped his fingers and I thought he was cursing me or something so I quickly grasped Izzy's elbow and she turned to look at me.

"Who is that?" I whispered, pointing in the direction of the man.

"Who is who?" Isabelle asked, raising her eyebrows at me.

I followed the direction of my finger and saw that the man was gone. The only things left were two muddy footprints in the ground.

"Never mind," I muttered. "Forget it."

"Whatever." She turned back to the grey and still speaking man near the coffin. "Crazy."

I looked at the coffin as well, shaking my head a little. The man was still burning in my mind every time I blinked. I shoved my free hand into my pocket and my fingers closed around a folded piece of paper. Stealthily taking it out, I unfolded it quickly and tried not to get it wet by holding it underneath my umbrella. That paper had absolutely not been there before. The words Call me and a full cell phone number were scribbled onto the now damp piece of paper. I smiled and shoved it back in my pocket, attempting to look innocent.

So much for my master plan.

A/N- Well, how did you like it? There are eight more of these to come (or so I planned), so review and let me know if you have any suggestions for me. I love to hear what you guys have to say. Don't worry, Innocent will still be updating regularly but this is a way to get rid of writer's block. Like I said earlier, I already have the next eight ideas ready.
-Ella :D
P.S. – All of the oneshots are based off of MCR songs, so props to anyone who knows the album they came from.