From the minute that Magnus first met Alec he knew that the Shadow Hunter was different. He was quite possibly the most gorgeous thing that he'd ever seen, he was devastatingly handsome and seemingly oblivious to it. He was clearly used to protecting the others that he was fighting with but used to letting the blond call the shots.

When they had first exchanged names and Alec gave that shy smile; Magnus felt his heart quicken, his breathing was coming in rapid bursts and he suddenly felt much too warm. When they first touched hands and Magnus felt a jolt of energy buzz through him, he knew that they were meant to be.

He remembered the first time Alec had come to see him, it was to thank him for saving his life. The entire encounter was odd. He hadn't expected Alec to thank him. He'd worked for Shadow Hunters for years, healing them, tracking people for them, strengthening their wards and creating potions for them and he'd never gotten a thank you, not even a nod in his direction, he was lucky if they used his name rather than just calling him Warlock.

But this boy, with his pale skin, dark hair and blue eyes had come up to thank him and awkwardly ask if he wanted to go out sometime. Although Magnus had said yes, he would not be up staged; he invited Alec to stay for a drink. And so it began.

He sat on his leather couch, stroking Chairman Meow and thinking back on all the times he'd seen Alec blush because of him. He knew that his time with Alec was limited, his life would snuff out and then all he would have would be his memories, snippets of their time together caught in photographs and the trinkets that were scattered around the apartment that Alec had given him.

He wiped away a stray tear that was sneakily making its way down his face. It would not do for Alec to come home and find him crying on the couch. He would want to know why he was crying, and they had had enough fights in the past over Magnus' immortality. He thought that Alec was finally okay with it and the last thing he wanted to do was jeopardize their peace by being overly sensitive.

He barely had time to dry his tears and fix his make up when he heard a key turn in the lock. He picked up the book he'd been previously reading and tried to look bored.

Alec entered the loft, which he now called home. It felt more like a home then the institute ever had. Everything in it reminded him of his magical boyfriend. Alec remembered the first time he realized that Magnus smelled like magic. It was during their second kiss. Magnus was straddling Alec and laying gentle kisses on his lips, along his jaw and down his neck. Alec had kissed Magnus with all the passion he could possibly put into a kiss and when they broke for air Alec inhaled. Magnus smelled almost like electricity, it was an almost tangy smell. He hadn't thought much of it.

A few days later, after one of Magnus' parties had left his loft looking like it had either been burglarized or the site of a natural disaster, Alec had noticed the electric smell again. It had been coming off Magnus in waves as his blue magic swirled from his fingertips fixing anything that was broken, and making the apartment look perfect again.

Alec shook his head at the memory. There was a lot of things that Magnus was to him. Magical, perfect and once he stepped inside his home Magnus was his. He toed off his boots , set his bow and quiver in the corner and went in search of his warlock.

As he walked into the living room and found him, he studied him. He knew that there was something wrong. The journal that Magnus kept (he would never refer to it as a diary) was on the coffee table, along with his quill. The TV was on but the screen was blank, Magnus' eyes were glamoured and slightly swollen and the book that he was 'reading' was upside down.

"Magnus?" Alec stood in front of his warlock, arms crossed over his chest.

Magnus looked up, gazing at Alec. "Yes darling?"

"What happened today?" He knew that his question was a vague one but he also knew that Magnus was never one to share his information willingly. If something was wrong, you had to ask questions and sometimes pry.

Magnus looked back down at his book, never really cluing in that it was upside down or the somewhat dangerous look that Alec's eyes had taken. "Nothing worth mentioning."

"Oh? Then maybe you can tell me why you've chosen to read upside down?" Alec leaned in close so that he was staring into Magnus' eyes. "Mags," he sighed, "this doesn't stand a chance of working if you aren't honest with me."

Magnus closed his book and laid it on top pf his journal. "I was just thinking contemplating on what my life would be like..." he cleared his throat and took a deep breath before continuing, "will be like once you're gone."

"Mags, that's not for a long time." Alec knelt down so that he was at eye level as he gently cupped Magnus' face with his hands. "I love you more than I have ever loved anyone, I love you more than I knew that I could love someone. I'll stay with you as long as I can. Like you said before, you can't see the future."

Magnus smiled, as Alec thumbed away the stray tear that had fallen. "Let me help to reassure you that you're mine. I'll take care of you."

Magnus could only nod, not trusting himself to speak. "Go into the bedroom, kneel on the floor in the circle. I'll be there in a minute."

"As you wish," was all he said as he got up and started walking to their bedroom.

Alec watched as his boyfriend disappeared into the bedroom. He stayed behind; he had to give Magnus enough time and he had to make sure that he was in the right frame of mind. Magnus may be the High Warlock of Brooklyn but he had his insecurities. He needed someone to take care of him.