Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Cassandra Clare.

A/N: This story will be about 5 chapters long. I've made the plot and I hope you guys like it. Warning this is not a happy ending.

Chapter 1: A New Life

The relationship between Alec and Magnus was a hurdle race. They had overcome so many obstacles: the battles, Alec's coming out and those silly arguments. Yet when Magnus thought they were about to win the race, the last hurdle tripped him over. He fell hard and he barely survived.

Facing this hurdle, he knew they couldn't make it.

He couldn't explain how disappointed and sad when he received Camille's letter. He thought it was just a trick she pulled. He hypnotized himself that Alexander – the honest, straightforward boy – would never do this to him. Even when Alec sneaked out under the expression of Magnus was asleep, he wanted to believe that Alec just went for a walk, like he said last time. He had never been this scared.

Although he had prepared to brace whatever the truth that was surfacing, the pain in his chest wasn't less hurtful, it was more than he could imagine. The boy he loved, seeking a spell to shorten his life with his ex behind his back. Everything seemed so unreal, more like a stupid drama on those teenagers-targeted TV channels. But it was real, and Magnus was devastated. He had been betrayed a few times before, by his "friends" and lovers. However, this one had beaten him down. It didn't come to his mind thought Alec would go this far.

Magnus decided that he would not allow anyone to hurt him again. So he said goodbye to his once innocent Alexander, the one who used be to his, and left him in the chilling abandoned subway.

Magnus got a phone call when watching the re-run of the latest season of Project Runway. Lazily he grabbed the phone ringing "Material Girl".

"If you want a warlock to catch a hairless bat I suggest you to hung up right now." Those people annoyed him to no end. Yes he was a warlock, but he was the HIGH Warlock of Brooklyn. He doubted catching a human-size bat needed someone who held a high position like him.

The person on the other end didn't speak. "Great, are you mute? Don't waste my valuable time." Gritting his teeth, Magnus suppressed the urge to burn the phone. People need to get their priority right.

"It's Maryse Lightwood from the New York Institute. We would like to hire your service." Magnus didn't speak. Is something wrong with Alexander?

"Mr Bane?" Mr Bane, right.

"I thought I told your son that I want nothing with you guys anymore. Did he not pass on the message?" He thought he had let it go. Magnus wanted to laugh, laugh at himself even many years had passed, deep down inside he still cared about the boy.

"I understand but there are no other options. We've asked for others and it is not working. I know what you've done on Clary. The Institute would pay double."

From the tone of Maryse, he knew it was not that simple. All these years the Lightwoods had been avoiding him with ultimate determination. Ever since the last battle, not a word was heard from those shadowhunters. He might not want to see them again, but he would sacrifice a bit for such generous payment.

"Triple."

"It's our fortune having your assistance." This must be important to the Clave. Magnus didn't give a second thought as he might back down moments later. "Now?"

Maryse answered, sounded tired but strong. "Yes. Someone will meet you at front door. Thank you very much Mr. Bane."

The formality of Maryse reminded Magnus how distant the Lightwoods had become. At first Jace and Isabelle had called and banging at his door, trying to save the broken relationship. All they got was silence and sometimes rage. Eventually they gave up, and not once in the following 15 years had they crossed path. Hell, he didn't even attend the funerals of Robert and Isabelle. Now he was hired by the Clave, meeting Maryse in the Institute. Magnus didn't know how to handle if he met the infamous Lightwood children. They were strangers in Magnus's life.

"Whatever." He got up from the couch and the episode finished right on time. Looking at the screen, he muttered. "I'll have to miss it again I guess."

Spring is the favorite season of Magnus. It was always bright and colorful, excellent time for him to show off his fashion sense and he needed not to worry about keeping his sexy body warm.

Magnus spotted a guy was sitting at the steps that led to the front door of New York Institute. He didn't know who that was and was kind of surprised, as he thought only Lightwoods were living there. Stepping closer, Magnus made out the guy's features. His lean body was wrapped in a soft white plain shirt with dark blue form-fitting jeans, matched by a pair of combat boots. His slightly tanned skin was shining under the sunlight. Instead of the toned muscles Alec had, he was more swimmer-built. Magnus could imagine how flexible the body was.

He was obviously spacing out. He only noticed Magnus when he stood in front of him. Immediately shot up, he held out his hand to greet Magnus. "Warlock Bane?" Magnus took his hand and received a firm handshake. "Maryse told you everything?" The guy flashed a genius grin and answered, "She told me I'll be waiting for a gentleman. Please come with me?"

Getting a slight nod from Magnus, the stranger walked in the front. Magnus were sure he had never met this handsome before: ash brown hairs with a pair of light blue eyes – more like grey as he observed – and angular jaws. He was not older than 30 in Magnus's estimation. The way he walked was light and carefree, but also silent. Well, he supposed it was natural for a shadowhunter.

"May I ask your name? Sorry to say this but I've never seen you around." asked Magnus. His was curious about this mysterious beauty.

He slowed down a bit, in order to walk besides Magnus. When he looked at Magnus's yellow-green cat eyes, he smiled again. "Gabriel Prophete or Gabe. I only moved here seven years ago. I guess we haven't met because of the lack of luck, Mr. Bane." Gabriel was polite for sure and Magnus could hear some French accent.

And there was silence. It was a comfortable one as Magnus somehow found himself calm next to this young man. Even he was travelling through the familiar hallway – those hideous paintings still hanging in there – those once painful memories seemed to be shifting far. "Magnus is alright. Why are you here? I can see you're not local." Magnus didn't like the feeling of knowing nothing, especially about Gabriel. His instinct told him this man was not a nobody.

"I would like to tell you but we are here. Maryse is waiting for you." Magnus didn't realize they had reached the door of library. He smiled and walked right in. Gabriel followed.

Behind the wooden desk was Maryse. She was old now, the scars of time crafted on her face contrasted the softness in her eyes. "Mr. Bane, it's been a long time." Magnus didn't say a word, as he was thinking what to reply, then Maryse's voice stopped him. "Gabriel, would you tell Alexander to pick up Adela and Cyril for me? I have business to discuss." Alexander.

"Sure. It's nice chatting with you Magnus."

Magnus settled himself in the chair and crossed his long legs. He couldn't set his thought down. "Who is he?" Maryse spared a glance at him as she sipped at her tea. "Gabriel?" Who else would have been?

"Yeah. He seemed unfit. Such a bright fellow in this dull and boring Institute." Magnus might be wrong, but there was pity in her eyes. "Should we get back to business?" This smooth change of topic of course would not stir his suspicions.

"Okay. What's wrong?" Magnus changed his postures and slightly leaned forwards.

"Here is this werewolf girl witnessed a murder involving some downworlders and somehow her memory is blocked. We believe some warlock did this so that no one would know who he is."

"A block is easy to remove, though it takes some time for the memory to surface. Where is this girl?" Still, Maryse was hiding something. It was not his place to ask. He was just here to remove a block, and then he could go home.

Maryse sighed heavily, "The girl was attacked last night when she went to her house packing. Jace and Clary were hurt too, nothing serious just some scratches. They were in the infirmary resting. They told me it was a warlock, foreign I guess, since we have records of local downworlders. He must have sneaked into the border without alarming the machine." The barriers were only set around New York City after the last battle due to precautious measurement. Every creature belonged to the shadow world would alarm the Institute once they made contacts with the barriers by having their names shown in the paper. Magnus had crossed the border a few times and he believed it was simple to stay hidden from the shadowhunters for a warlock, as he had found some grey areas himself.

"I'm not criticizing, but the barriers are not difficult to break. Any warlock would have detect the weak spots and enter. If this particular warlock wants to get in without being noticed, it is a piece of cake." This didn't relieve Maryse's worry, in fact it only deepened. "I guess we will have to mend the fold after the downworlders have been murdered."

Magnus raised his eyebrows, "Downworlders are being murdered?" Maryse spoke as she leaned back on the chair, staring at the ceiling. "Yes. There are three cases started this month. We reported to the Clave and we found that it also happened earlier in other places. They were brutally killed, heads cut off with organs scattered around the bodies." She massaged her tiring eyes, looked directly ay Magnus's shocked expression. "This is urgent."

Magnus would never want a killer living in his neighborhood. He didn't want his peaceful life got ruined by some murderous warlock. Sometimes he wished he was just a mundane.

He refused Maryse's offer to walk him to the infirmary. She needed proper rest. Thinking of infirmary, the only clear memory was the one time Alec was poisoned by a greater demon. Even they were no longer together, Magnus still could feel the exhaustion of spending all his magic and the dreadful condition of Alec appeared in his head while walking closer to the infirmary.

Red and gold. He could easily recognized Clary and Jace, though they didn't look quite the same last time they met. They were more intimate, shoulders touching shoulders sitting at the chairs besides the occupied bed. Magnus could hear the conversation barely. Not before he could say hi, Jace turned around and said, "Hello Mr. Bane." Again.

"So nice to see you, Jace. And Clary." He stood at the end of the bed, greeting the couple. They both seemed fine, no wounds on their bodies. Clary gained some weights but still in shape, Jace put his arms over her shoulder protectively, muscles flexing during movements. "It's been too long." Clary complained in a light tone but there was happiness. A smile unconsciously crept into his face. Jace shouted, throwing his hands up like a child. "Stop eyeing my wife." He didn't change much.

So they were married. Magnus couldn't help but shook his head. "I don't do married people. You can relax." Shifting his attention, there was a girl lying on the bed watching Magnus with caution. "You are the witness?" Clary wanted to speak but Jace intervened, earning a pouting of Clary. "She is Daisy. Last night we were with her but a fat ass warlock jumped out and attacked us. The only thing that I'm sure is that it is a guy."

Magnus could see how tense Daisy was, and Clary assured her that he was here to remove the block. It seemed everyone was informed Magnus would be here.

Daisy slowly sat up and leaned against the headboard. "Hi." She was weak, and when Magnus reached his hand out she flinched a little. "It's okay, Magnus is a friend of us. We've known him for ages." Clary spoke up again. She had this motherly scent floating around her. She was expecting a child.

"Close your eyes and don't push yourself too much." Magnus carried on the spell as Daisy rested her head on the board. It was harder than he had imagined, the block was powerful. He was already spent when he found the weak spot of the block. Daisy fell asleep during the process.

"Would it be okay for you to stay here until the block is completely removed?" Maryse shuffled towards Magnus. Apparently she didn't rest as Magnus told her to after he left. What a stubborn family. Magnus thought.

Jace had pulled him a chair, Magnus relaxed his body as long as his bum touched the hardness. He was dozing, but responded. "I guess you don't want to wait then? I will finish this up tomorrow and now I need to sleep." His eyelids were dropping down, ignored Magnus's protest. Clary volunteered to take him to a guest room.

As they were walking, Clary asked in concern. "How have you been Magnus?"

Magnus knew lying was no use, "Normal."

"Did you find someone?" she wanted it to come out causally, but instead it sounded like prying. "No. I'm sick of the times worrying my other half might meet a sudden death. I do have some sexual partners, if that's what you guys like to call." He tried to make himself look like he didn't care; however, Clary got what he implied.

"We just want you to be happy, that's all. It's good to see both of you getting back on track."

"We?"

"Yeah. You know…" They arrived to the ugly decorated guest room.

Suddenly Magnus changed the conversation. "Who is Gabriel?" Clary tightened her grip on the door handle, relaxed it a second later. This tiny gesture didn't escape from Magnus's sharp eyes. "You met him?"

He answered honestly, "He greeted me at the front door. All I'm saying is how come I've never met him before?" Clary turned the handle and opened the quacking door, holding it for Magnus to get in. "He moved here seven years ago. You'd never met each other because we told him to avoid you."

"I know, but why is he here?" Magnus's interest only grew stronger when Clary acted weirdly since he mentioned Gabriel. Clary took a long breath, as if a bad news was coming.

"Alec met him when he was in Montreal for a mission. Gabe moved here to chase after him. Love at first sight, as Gabe told us."

"So they are – "

"They're together for four years now."

Alexander and Gabriel were together.

His Alexander.