HI! So this is my new story, it's going to be awesome. Most likely. :D Anywayyy, this has been bouncing around in my head for so, so, so long!

A few disclaimers:

Alec is not straight in this story, nor will he forget about Magnus. I love Magnus.

I'm going to try and make my OC a good one. But if she starts getting too Mary Sue-ish, tell me.

ALSO: I don't own it. :(

I glanced up at the girl sitting across from me. I guess, in a mundane way, she was quite pretty. Long, dark auburn hair. Wide green eyes. Ivory skin. Coral-pink lips.

But I didn't care. I hated her, I hated that she looked at me like I was the angel of salvation. I hated that I knew I looked at her the same way.

I hated that we were both reaching out, fingers intertwined, across the distance between the two of us. I hated that Magnus sat just a few feet away, watching us.

Then why couldn't I pull away?

It was bright. And loud. And noisy.

Very, very noisy.

Those were Alec's only really valid thoughts. The rest were just vague things he noticed about where he was.

Glittery floor, disco balls all over the place. Red, blue, green, pink, orange flashing lights.

Werewolf. Fairy. Vampire. Fairy. Fairy. Warlock. Vampire. Fairy. Magnus. Werewo-

"MAGNUS!"

I rushed towards the sparkling warlock, trying to ignore a pink-haired fairy as she tried to grind against me.

He turned around, his eyes sparkling. For a moment my heart quickened, and then nearly stopped. I loved him. I was reminded of that every time I looked at him.

"Yes, Alec? Ooh, have you had a chance to try one of these delicious drinks?" Magnus says, waving a green and blue drink in front of me.

Instantly all thoughts I had about telling him I want to leave go out of my mind. Magnus has given up so much for me. I can't remember the last time he had a party. Ever since that day in Alicante, nearly three months ago, he's done anything I want to. So tonight I insisted we do something he wanted. Which was go to a party in Brooklyn hosted by a warlock he knows.

He's still waving the drink at me, and I realize that he's most likely drunk.

So I turn and, sure enough, a drink is pressed into my hand. I barely glance at it before throwing it back. What? I'm in love with a warlock, I highly doubt that there's anything that anyone can do that wouldn't be reversible by Magnus.

It was less than a minute before I felt the effects of this highly potent and alcoholic drink. I stumbled across the dance floor, away from Magnus. I needed, needed fresh air.

I bumped into a fey girl with long vines for hair. She pushed back, slamming me into a door.

Thank the Angel.

I stumbled outside, down the stoop and onto the sidewalk.

I hit someone, and the person gave a shriek of indignation, shoving me away. I fell back, swiveling my head to look fuzzily at the people going by.

I'm on the ground. The thought makes me laugh, a slurred laugh. Heh-heh-heh-heh...

Some girl dropped a coin and bent down to pick it up. Her head came up, her eyes staring into mine.

Everything else fell away.

I was pulled by a previously unknown string towards her. I needed her, I needed to touch her, to feel her skin. I could imagine it. I wanted it, I needed it...

Oh god.

Alec reached towards the girl, a strange, awkward movement. Mainly because he was sitting on a bustling sidewalk in Brooklyn, but...

She was bending down, her eyes latched onto his. Her breath came in short, frenetic bursts. Her hand reached tentatively out, her eyes widening.

"Alec, darling, are you alright?" Magnus asked, coming out of the door, a brief chord of transcendental music pulsing out onto the bright, sun-lit street.

"I-I-" Alec stuttered, shaking his head and squinting up at Magnus.

The taller man reached down and helped him stand, laughing slightly.

"Lightweight. HEY! Lightweight-Lightwood! I am SO calling you Alec Lightweight from now on!" Apparently, Magnus was slightly buzzed as well.

Alec's hand was still reaching for the girl. He glanced towards her. She was still in that awkward, bent-over position. Suddenly her eyes snapped away from his, and she seemed to realize what she was doing. She straightened up, flipping her long reddish-brown hair over her shoulder. Then she glanced back over at Alec, and stopped.

Their eyes bored into each others, baby-blue into emerald green.

"Alec? Alec? Who's this? A friend of yours?" Magnus made a move to shake the girls hand, when the door behind them burst open.

"Oy! Bane, y'wanna tell me why this friend of yours lifted me drink?" The warlock was a big, burly man, with a red face that matched his flaming red hair.

"I-I'm sure that Alec didn't mean to drink your drink!"

"That drink took me TWO MONTHS to brew! It was for that cute fairy with the yellow flowers for hair-Anoula or Analou, or something." the beefy man bellowed.

"Wait-brew?" Magnus said, coming out of his liquor-induced fog.

"Yeah. A bonding spell-real difficult too-" the man slurred his words, and his breath stank of beer and worse, "Took me almost three months to figure it out."

"A bonding spell? Alec-" Magnus turned around, his face a mask of terror as his eyes hit Alec and the random mundane girl. They stood so close they were nearly touching. They stared at each other too, looking confused and (in her case) slightly angry.

"What kind of bonding spell?" asked Magnus, grabbing Alec's arm and facing the large man.

"Um, can't quite remember the name... Grigori! That was it! Most powerful one in the Book of White!" the man said, laughing heartily.

"The Grigori! I've read of it... It's not bonding so much as binding..." Magnus continued speaking, but the words were lost on Alec and the mundane, as they slowly passed out, from the alcohol and the sudden shock to their systems...

Alec opened his eyes, squinting at the setting sun. He realized that he was lying, quite uncomfortably, on Magnus' couch.

He sat up, wincing at his pounding headache.

"Ugh..." he moaned.

"Tell me about it... and I didn't even drink."

His head snapped up, looking around him, and moving almost involuntarily.

He glanced up at the girl sitting across from him. In a mundane way, she was quite pretty. Long, dark auburn hair down to her waist. Wide green eyes. Ivory skin. Coral-pink lips. Her face was a mirror of his own-panic and fear, edged with dislike.

Despite the fact that she was sitting across from him, on another couch, their hands were reached out, fingers intertwined over the coffee table.

"Ahem." Magnus cleared his throat, and Alec's head snapped to look at him.

The girl pulled her hand back, tucking it under her. But her eyes still stared at him, wide and frenzied, frantic.

"Magnus... what... what-" Alec's voice cracked, desperate. His hand still reached towards her, and he pulled it back quickly.

"It's called The Grigori Bonding Spell. It's named after the mythical circle of Angels-the keepers of peace. Only myth, of course-" at this he inserted a wink at Alec, joking that the mundane should not know, but Alec could tell that his heart wasn't in it, "but the gist of it is the same. Once you ingest the enchanted drink, the next person's eyes that you look into, you are bound too."

"The warlock that hosted the party-Warlock Patrick O'Reilly-had apparently been brewing this for two months, which should tell you how powerful it is. As a matter of fact, it is the most powerful bonding enchantment known to anyone."

"It is more binding than bonding. It binds the two people together-their lives exist as one. I've searched and searched, but there's nothing that I can find to counteract it. I... I think you two might be bound for life." Magnus' voice was low and sad.

"WHAT? So you're just giving up? So what am I supposed to do? I don't even know her name, but I'm bound for life? For LIFE?" Alec yelled, standing up and pacing quickly, wincing as his head pounded louder.

"Wait just a second!" yelled the girl, standing up. Alec was momentarily stunned by her voice-he had expected it to pull him in like she did, but instead he heard it normally. It was a completely normal voice, with the tiniest hint of a lilt to it.

"He has been working for hours-and I've only been awake for two of them. Do you know how long I was out? TWELVE hours! TWELVE! And you were out for fourteen! And he was working for almost that long! So don't yell at him, because from what I can tell so far, all YOU'VE done to help is sleep and yell!"

For a moment they just stared each other down, Alec struggling with his brain, which was telling him to reach out and touch her.

"Children, children, let's not fight..." Magnus said, standing and raising his hands in a sign of peace.

"I'm hardly a child, Magnus. If I was, you'd be in jail." Alec said, teasing Magnus lightly.

Magnus smiled at him, to show he was forgiven for yelling at him (although Alec figured Magnus would probably bring it up later, in order to get something from him), "Alright, perhaps not, but she certainly is."

Alec turned to look at the girl, who was biting her lip and looking remorseful.

"How old are you, exactly?" he asked the girl.

She blushed and looked at her feet, "I'm NOT a child. I'm fifteen."

"FIFTEEN!" Alec yelled, "I'm bonded to a little girl?"

"I am NOT a little girl!" she yelled, putting her hands on her hips.

"For God's sake, STOP fighting! You're scaring poor Chairman Meow!" Magnus said, gesturing to the shivering feline on the couch.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bane. And I'm sorry to you as well, Chairman Meow." said the girl, sitting beside the cat. She lifted up the cat and snuggled it.

"Please, please!" said Magnus, sitting down again, "Call me Magnus! We'll be seeing a lot of each other! I mean, until I find a way to unbond you from Alec, you two are going to need to be together a lot."

"How... I mean, what... how..." Alec stuttered, but Magnus got his point.

"Every few hours. I'd say the most you should go is twelve hours without contact. Even if you just pass each other on the street and high-five, you need to have some contact."

"Or what?" asked the girl, looking through her long bangs at Magnus.

"Or... I don't know what. But it can't be good."

They sat in silence for a while. The girl cuddled with Chairman Meow, and Alec stared into the distance. Magnus had his head buried in a leather-bound book.

Alec was staring at the girl, who was trying to hide the fact that she was staring at him too.

"Wait a second, I never got your name." asked Alec.

The girl looked up for a second, looking somewhat reluctant. As if she had to be careful around him-if they were to be bonded for life, they could barely keep their names a secret.

"Isadora Scradr." she said, petting Chairman Meow repetitively .

"Scradr? That's... um... unique." Alec said, trying to be polite.

"It's pronounced Sk-ray-dur. It's Norse." Isadora said, smiling up at him.

"Alright then... so, Isadora, do you live in Brooklyn?"

She sighed, and shoved her hair away from her face angrily.

"Enough with the small talk. This is awkward enough already. And it's Dora. I live in Pennsylvania, I'm here on vacation. I'm here with-" she stood up, looking panicked.

"OH CRAP!" she yelled.

"What?" asked Magnus, standing up swiftly.

"I-I was here with my Girl Scouts! They were leaving, like... twelve hours ago! OH MY GOD!" she yelled, now obviously freaking out. She made a grab for something behind the couch-her purse, Alec realized.

It wasn't a girly thing, it was tan with the word 'PEACE' embroidered on the front. She dug through it and pulled out a cell phone.

"They're probably freaking. Oh no, I bet they called my mom! She's going to freak!" Dora moaned, pressing buttons on her phone angrily, "Oh God, it's dead!"

"Here, use mine" said Alec, digging in his pocket and passing her his phone. Magnus remained passive, standing there with an odd look on his face.

Dora punched in a quick succession of numbers and held the phone to her ear.

"Mom-MOM! It's Dora, I-what? No, no I'm not-MOM, there's no ransom, I just-no, no one hurt me I just-" Magnus grabbed the phone from her, shut it and then stomped on it so that it broke.

They both just stared at him with incredulous expressions on their faces.

"Magnus." said Alec, "What. The. Hell."

Magnus just rolled his eyes at them, "Her mom thought that she was kidnapped-obviously. And since you two can't go more than 12 hours without contact-and Alec has to stay in New York-you can't go back. So it's better for her to think that you're here against your will than to think that you're just living it up in Brooklyn!"

"That-that makes sense..." said Dora, sitting down shakily, her eyes full of tears.

"Wait, why did you have to break my phone?" asked Alec, still confused.

"Because I'm pretty sure you didn't block the number. All we need is for her to try and get a trace on it." Magnus said, looking over at Dora with pity in his eyes.

Alec sat across from her while Magnus moved to try and console her.

"It's all right... she doesn't think it's your fault..." he soothed.

"Of course not... but what is she going to do? She just got her hip replaced, she's been in and out of the hospital for months... she could barely exist one day without me, how can she go a whole lifetime? I miss her!" Dora sobbed.

"It's not your fault..." Alec said, at a loss for what to say. He loved his parents, but they'd never needed him. They were staid and stoic.

"Of course it's not... it's yours." Dora said, her voice suddenly deadly as she stood and glared at him.

"What!" cried Alec, standing as well.

"You had to go and get drunk-"

"I wasn't drunk, I had one drink-"

"Oh, well you seemed pretty damn drunk to me!"

"I didn't ask for this-"

"Well neither did I!" Dora's breath caught on a ragged sob as she eyed Alec, "I was just walking down the street. I just wanted to find a nice bookstore, somewhere to get away from everyone, and you had to come out of that apartment."

For a moment the apartment was silent, the only sound clocks ticking.

"I hate you."

And then she turned and ran, slamming the door behind her.

Magnus made a move to go after her, but Alec sat down.

"Let her go."

"But, Alec, she could-"

"Let. Her. GO." Alec said, looking up in anger at the warlock. It was only then that he truly saw him-for with Dora there the older man had become blurred to him, no longer the object of his thoughts.

Magnus wore a simple brown t-shirt and loose dark blue jeans. His hair was loose and black, and he wore no makeup but the fading traces from the party.

'TWELVE HOURS!' Dora's voice repeated itself in his head.

Alec stood then, and embraced Magnus. They stood there, just clinging to each other, silent tears sliding down both of their faces.

Who knew what would happen to them now.

Whoo, there it is. I'm so glad to just get this out there.

Much love and hugs to everyone that's given me help with this:

MaybeThere'sHope

DisturbingEmily

LookAPenName

What.

...and everyone else who's helped me along.

I STILL need help with this, just with a couple of key things. Thank you all. :D

Review please!