Intro to a new AU.

Tissues are optional.

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Magnus pulls the trigger and calmly watches the bullet hit its mark. Left eye, through the brain, out the skull, dead before he hits the ground. Another criminal who thought he could get away with it. Now dead.

Magnus nods, he feels nothing but a job well done. Another death closer to seeing his angel.

Magnus puts his gun in its holster and walks home.

His angel. Gone before his time.

Magnus closes his eyes, he has to keep calm until he gets to the loft, then he can start his pity party.

He finally arrives at his building and unlocks the door. He checks the security box and resets it. He owns the whole building. It's completely empty. Has been for almost fifty years. Magnus hates strangers. As the tenants moved out or died, he changed the locks on their doors and waited for the next to go. Once everybody was gone, and there was only him, he changed the locks on the main door, sealed all the other doors and got a state of the art security system for the building.

He never moved from his loft. He did expand it to include a room for the monitors.

He walks to the elevator and goes upstairs. He walks to his loft and unlocks the door. He walks into the loft and relocks the door. He takes off his coat and hangs it in the closet by the door.

He walks into the living room and fills a glass with scotch. He sits on the sofa.

Time for the pity party to begin.

His angel.

Magnus closes his eyes as he remembers the time he fell in love.

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Magnus looks at the cut on his arm. It's deep and probably requires a few stitches. He debates if it's worth going to the ER and dealing with doctors or if he can handle it himself. He curses himself for being clumsy in the first place and not seeing the piece of glass.

Magnus sighs, he might as well let a doctor deal with it, his tax dollars at work. He walks the ten blocks to Mount Sinai, goes up the ramp to the ER, fills out the paperwork and waits.

After three hours he is finally shown to a room and the nurse exams him. Magnus wants to yell at her, but he can't be bothered. He should have gone home and dealt with it himself but after waiting so long, he just wants it done. She tells him that the doctor will be with him shortly. Magnus rolls his eyes and nods.

Ten minutes later, Magnus hears footsteps approach and he glances at the doorway.

And sees an angel.

Warm hazel eyes hidden by black bangs. A warmer smile. At least six feet of pure angel walks into the room and Magnus can only stare at him.

The angel/doctor looks at Magnus' paperwork, "Mr..."

Magnus cuts him off and introduces himself, "Magnus."

"Mr. Magnus?"

Magnus smiles, "Magnus."

"Hello Magnus, I'm Alec and I'll be stitching up your cut."

Magnus nods, "Go ahead."

Alec smiles as he gets everything he needs. Part of Magnus is wondering what is happening to him, while another part is too happy to think about it. His eyes never leave Alec's face and Magnus wonders why he isn't paying better attention to what Alec is actually doing. All of Magnus' defenses are down and he couldn't care less.

Alec brings a stool and the tray over to the bed that Magnus is sitting on. He gently rests Magnus' arm on his lap, "This may hurt a bit."

Magnus nods, "Marry me."

Alec blushes as he looks at Magnus with wide eyes, "What?"

Magnus shakes his head, "Dear God, I'm sorry."

Alec's smile is blinding, "We should have at least one date before you propose."

"After you stitch my arm."

Alec laughs, "Sorry, Magnus. My shift just started. I'm here until tomorrow morning."

"Then we'll get breakfast."

Alec gives him another one of his blinding smiles, "Okay."

Magnus nods, "Okay."

Alec stitches his arm as Magnus memorizes every inch of his face. When he is done, Alec smiles and pulls a pad from his pocket. He writes down his phone number and hands it to Magnus, "I finish at 7. Call me and I'll let you know if I'm running late or not."

Magnus carefully folds the precious paper in half and puts it in his pocket, "Okay."

Alec laughs, "See you tomorrow, Magnus."

"Tomorrow, Alec." Alec gives him another bright smile as he leaves the room.

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Magnus looks into his half empty glass.

Breakfast led to them taking a cab to Magnus' loft and his bed. A week later, Alec was moving in. A week after that, Magnus proposed and Alec said yes.

A week after that, Alec was dead.

Magnus closes his eyes as he starts to cry.

The pity party is right on schedule.

Magnus finishes his scotch and glares into the empty glass.

He thinks about the old days. The days when he relied on magic 24/7. Now he hardly uses it. He can't remember the last time he opened a portal.

The days when ShadowHunters protected the streets at night against evil. He wonders if a ShadowHunter would have saved his angel against the mugger that took his life.

Alec left for work that night and never made it to the hospital. Magnus was getting ready for bed when the police called him. Magnus took a cab to the morgue and identified his angel.

Magnus took a cab back home and knew what he had to do. He traced Alec's last steps. It took two days but he did find Alec's killer. The police weren't even close. Magnus avenged his angel's death, then wondered what was the purpose of carrying on.

It came to him, a week after Alec's funeral. Magnus never got a chance to say 'goodbye' to him and probably never will unless Magnus does enough good to gain passage to Heaven for the briefest of moments.

Now he uses his skills to kill criminals that think they are above the law. He figures if he kills enough evil in the world, he can kill himself and when he gets to the gates of Heaven, he can do something that he thought he would never do.

Beg.

Beg whatever angel is standing guard to let him see Alec for a few minutes. Just enough time to hold him, kiss him and finally say 'goodbye'. Then Magnus will gladly go to Hell.

Magnus walks over to the bar and refills his glass. He returns to the sofa.

ShadowHunters, with their set ways of doing shit. Their law is the law mentality. Magnus hasn't seen a legit one since the mid twentieth century. He can't even remember the main families that were in the New York Institute. The Church that housed it is gone. There's only an empty space. Magnus doesn't remember if it was destroyed on purpose by the ShadowHunters or if an enemy had destroyed it, possibly killing all those inside.

Not that Magnus cares either way.

But sometimes he wonders if they would have been able to manage in the 'new world', with computers. He wonders if guns would have replaced blades, bow and arrows.

Magnus looks into his half empty glass.

It's been three months since his angel was taken from him.

From being a warlock, to being a hired gun, he thought he wasn't worthy of an angel's love. But for three weeks he knew happiness.

Until it was taken from him.

He finishes his scotch.

Time for him to get some sleep in a cold and empty bed.

Tonight's pity party is done.

But tomorrow there will be another one.

Magnus stands and walks into the kitchen. He rinses the glass and puts it in the rack to dry. He sets the security for the loft and turns off the lights.

He walks into his bedroom.

One day closer to being with his angel.

-tbc-

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