I know, it's been a while since the last chapter. I've just been super busy with projects and midterms, so I'm sorry I couldn't get this out sooner.

In other news, yes! You guys guessed it right. This is based and influenced around the Sound of Music. And, before you read this chapter, just know that I know this one seems more close to the plot of the story, but I needed to do that to start the story. I will add a bunch of backstory for certain characters and add some characters, change around some things, and remove some plot points. It will branch out and the ending will not be along the same lines so, just stick with me, please?

Anyways, I said I would tell you how I got this idea. Well, first of all, I like to connect most everything to my fandoms. I'll listen to music and imagine the characters singing it or it describing their situation (to which I would love a music video for), I'll connect them to other videos, see things they would like, and watch tv or movies and say "that is so like_" or I imagine what it would be like if certain characters were in that same situation. Now, this year my school put on the Sound of Music, so in theater class we had to watch the movie. It was during the scene with the song, Something Good, that for no reason I just thought "What if it was Malec in this scene?" And I decided that Alec would be in Maria's spot and Magnus would be the Captain. Then I thought,"Oh! And that would make Camille Elsa!" Then I started to put other characters from Cassie's books to fill in for the characters in the movie and I started to work out everything. By then, I couldn't get the idea out of my head and I just had to write it down. And so this story was born.

So, yes, good job guys! And, Klo6, since you were first I sent you the options for my next story to your PM. Message me back with your choice, but if you don't by the end of this story, I will have to go to the second guesser's choice.

Magnus POV

Magnus finished packing the last articles of clothing he planned to bring with him to France. He wasn't taking that much on this trip, or so he told himself. Really, it was only about one-fourth of his closet. Albeit, his closet was the size of the average person's master bedroom… doubled, but still, usually, he brought along half of his closet for trips. He was actually quite proud of himself for the sheer number of clothing. Then again, he did plan to buy some articles of clothing in France. He really did love the fashion trends in France this time of year, but it wasn't the reason for his trip. He planned to spend a month in Paris, and return with a few guests.

It was about a year and a half ago when Magnus met Camille Belcourt. Magnus was on a business trip in Paris, France, trying to branch out his company to other countries and find some new models, and Camille was one of said models. She used to live in the United States, much like Magnus, but flew to France for her modeling career when she was eighteen. With her silver-blonde hair, and her piercing green eyes, she was the picture of beauty and grace. The fashion designer and model almost immediately clicked during their days together in the City of Love. After that first trip, Magnus found himself visiting France more frequently, decreasing the time in between visits as time went on. She was the first person Magnus felt anything remotely close to his first love since her death.

It was Camille that Magnus planned to bring back to New York with him. They had become quite serious in the last two months, and Magnus wanted her to meet the kids before he… well, let's just say before they took the next step in their relationship. He really hoped his children liked her, as, if everything went as planned, she could very well be their new mother. Ragnor, Magnus's close friend, so close in fact that Magnus's kids considered him to be their uncle, was tagging along for the trip home. Not to mention, Catarina also wanted to see the city again. At least he knew his children would be happy about seeing them.

Magnus looked around at his now packed suitcases and slightly emptier closet. Seemed he was ready for the trip.

Now, the only problem that remained were his children.

Well, adopted children, if we are speaking on technical terms. Don't get him wrong, he loved them all very dearly…they could just be quite the handful, especially whenever he wasn't around. He couldn't leave them with a nanny for more than a day it seemed without being called back. How many nannies had they gone through? Five, ten, fifteen? He had lost track. He just hoped his children could behave for a few days. Though, he hadn't told them of the trip just yet. He knew if he did, they would complain and bother him about it for all of the days leading up to the trip. He had enough to think about without that on his mind.

Speaking of which, there was one more thing he had to take care of, he reminded himself. He walked over to the communicator on his wall and put a ringed finger on the buzzer. He had these installed all over the penthouse for whenever he needed someone or just needed to get their attention. He buzzed twice for Marie, his housekeeper, and, after a moment he buzzed once for Claude, his butler. The two were married, and both very good at their jobs.

Not a moment later, the Claude appeared at his door.

"Yes, sir?" Claude asked.

"I called for Marie and she didn't answer. Do you know where she is?"

"No, sir."

Just as Claude was replying, Marie entered the room.

"Sorry, sir, I was just answering the phone."

"Why did the last nanny leave?" Magnus asked her.

He had had high hopes for that one. True, she was on the young side, at only twenty years old, but he had hoped that the small age gap would have made it easier for her to connect to his kids. Not to mention, she claimed to have had done this before. But, alas, she left after only about a week while Magnus was in Los Angeles. Sophie was her name, if Magnus recalled correctly. Or was that the one before? He had hired and gone through so many nannies, both men and women, young and old, that all the names got jumbled up together.

"I'm not quite sure, sir. She stormed out saying, 'I'm done! I quit!'" Marie responded.

"But why?" Magnus asked her. "Did Julian let Emma convince him to put paint in her shampoo again? Did Ty put one of his lizards in her room? Oh, please tell me he didn't put bees in any of her drawers."

"She didn't mention any of that, sir," Marie responded, rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

Magnus let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Well, there's another one coming today and this one can't just walk out or quit," he said.

"Really? And what's the guarantee for that?" Marie asked, slightly amused. Magnus didn't blame her, not after everyone else who had walked out.

"This one comes from Herondale's Private All-Boy's Boarding School with orders to stay for the summer," Magnus replied.

He didn't know much about the school, other than it was in some hidden location and some boys would sign on to stay their entire lives. Magnus shuddered at the thought. he couldn't imagine staying in one place, hidden from the rest of society, for the rest of his life. He didn't understand how some, like this new nanny, would choose that.

"And will you be at home this time? Personally, I wish you would, as I know your children do as well," Marie said hopefully.

"I'm leaving for Paris tomorrow and won't be back for a month. Now, the phone call, was it for me?"

"No, sir. It was for Claude. There was a call earlier for you, however. It was from a…" she trailed off, trying to remember the name. "…a Camille Belcourt. I have the number written down and it's saved in the phone, if you need it."

"No, that wont be necessary. I know the number," Magnus finished with a smile. "Oh, I forgot to mention," he began, turning to Claude. "When I return, I will have some guests with me."

"Yes sir. How many guests will you have?" Claude asked.

"Oh, just three. There's Ragnor, Catarina," Magnus began, listing them off.

"Oh! The children will be glad to see them," Marie said. "Maybe they will behave a little better for once," she added softly to Claude. Magnus ignored her, pretending he didn't hear a thing, as she clearly thought he wouldn't have.

"…and Camille Belcourt." Magnus pretended not to notice the knowing look the couple shared at the name.

Their conversation was cut short by the sound of the buzzer from the lobby.

"Mr. Bane, there is an Alexander Lightwood down here saying he's to work for you. Would you like me to send him up?" the concierge asked through the speaker.

"Tell him to send the boy up, and make sure he waits in the foyer when he arrives. I'll be there in a moment," Magnus said, dismissing the two.

When they were gone, Magnus looked around his room. It was a large room, at that, as most rooms in the penthouse were, especially for a penthouse in New York City. It was one of the many perks of being the founder of one of the world's top fashion companies. The wall to his right was entirely floor-to-ceiling windows, looking out at the skyline of the city. He had a perfect view of the sunset come night time, and he still wasn't used to the breathtaking view. The wall in front of him was also entirely windows, except with one door leading out to the balcony, while the other two walls were a deep purple. The floor as a white hardwood with a black fuzzy carpet by the two cream couches, and a matching one by the be. Any table, drawer, shelf or desk was made of a dark brown wood, with golden nobs or handles. There were expensive pieces of art collected throughout the years hanging on the walls, some of which made by his friend Clary. Rough and uncompleted designs lay scattered on his desk, with a few having found their way to the floor, and one or two on his green, white, and black bedspread.

Magnus looked down on his king-size bed and thought what it would be like to share it with someone again. He hadn't shared it with anyone for the last couple years and he knew it would be weird to share it once again. but he knew he would get used to it, soon enough.

Just as those thoughts crossed his mind, Magnus could hear the faint sound of piano music flooding into the room.

Magnus turned his head towards the door. He hadn't heard that piano being played it two years, not since Etta had that accident…

Almost immediately, the memories came flooding back, memories of long nights filled with alternating singing and playing of instruments and dancing. Memories of laughter and kisses…memories that he had tried so hard not to think of, had tried to move on from.

No, best not to think of that, Magnus decided, forcing the memories down. Don't think about that, not now. There was a reason that piano had been silent for years, and why no other instrument had been picked up in those years.

Until today.

Without a second though, Magnus headed out of his room to see who had touched the instrument. He walked through the hallway of the large penthouse and then headed down the staircase. The music grew louder as he neared the foyer, where the piano should have been covered to discourage anyone from playing it. When he reached the main floor, where the staircase met the foyer, Magnus stopped in his tracks.

Sitting at the now uncovered, snow white, shiny piano that had a thin layer of dust on it was a young man with his eyes closed, deeply consumed in the piece he was playing, completely oblivious to Magnus's presence. He could only be described as beautiful, with his porcelain skin and ebony black hair, which was long, falling over his closed eyes. He had a thin, wiry build, from what Magnus could see.

Shaking himself out of his daze, Magnus cleared his voice to get the newcomer's attention. He immediately stopped playing and looked up briefly before turning his head down again. He got up from the piano, his cheeks flushing, as he muttered out apologies.

"Sorry," he said, making his way around the piano and towards Magnus. "I was just waiting for you and there was nothing to do and I saw the piano and I just thought I'd start playing to pass the time as I waited and I'm sorry I didn't think to consider that it might have been…"

"It's fine," Magnus said, cutting him off, amused at his ramblings.

"That's good," he said, hands sliding into his back pockets, finally lifting his head.

Magnus was met with the most stunning pair of blue eyes. He couldn't quite tell what shade of blue they were. They seemed to hold different shades, the deeper Magnus looked into them. Black hair and blue eyes, Magnus's favorite combination. And here Magnus thought he couldn't be any more attractive.

Camille popped into his head and Magnus immediately shook his thoughts about the newcomer from his mind. You have Camille, Magnus reminded himself. Not to mention, he's just here to work for you. Besides, you don't even know him, and he's not here to stay.

"Alexander Lightwood," Magnus finally said. "I'm sure you know already, but I'm Magnus Bane."

"Um…yes, sir. But, it's…um, Alec, sir," Alec said.

"Alec. Right, okay. Now Alec…" Magnus trailed off, taking in Alec's full appearance. "Could you step over there?" Magnus suggested, pointing to a spot in the center of the room.

He was immediately disapproving of what he saw. Alec was clad in faded, worn-out black jeans and an equally faded black sweater with holes.

"No, no, no, this will not do," Magnus said after a brief moment of silence, in which Alec stood awkwardly under his gaze.

"What?" Alec asked, confused.

"Your clothes," Magnus explained. "They will not do. Do you have anything else to wear before you meet the children?"

"Um…" Alec began. "I do, but they're all pretty much the same as this. Why?"

Magnus sighed. "Darling, those clothes have to go. You could do so much better with those looks," Magnus told him, noticing his cheeks flush again. Even though he was with Camille, there was nothing wrong with a little flirting, especially if it was just stating the mere facts. It's not like he and Camille had never done it before, and in front of each other, for that matter.

"I'll have my butler order you some new clothes. I'll send him to you later and you will tell him your size."

"Okay…"

"Now, back to the point. You will be in charge of taking care of my children. Now keep in mind, there are seven of them. Make sure they don't get in any trouble, and, seeing as school is out, make sure they aren't wasting their time."

Alec nodded his head in confirmation, encouraging Magnus to continue.

"Also, since it is summer, it's up to you to decide what activities the kids do, but don't spoil them too much."

"Okay, sir…" Alec said.

Magnus walked over to the buzzer on the wall nearby and pressed it three times. He turned to face Alec and watched in amusement as all of his children ran into the room from different parts of the penthouse. They lined up from oldest to youngest, but there were only six. Magnus looked around until he noticed Dru coming in from the kitchen with a book in hand. He walked over to her and held his hand out. With a sigh and an apologetic look, she handed him her book and rushed over to her spot in line.

"This is your new nanny, Alec. I want you all to say your names when I buzz your signal so that he can learn them all. Alec, we'll see how good your memory is. After they are done, I want you to repeat their signals."

"I'm not very good at…" Alec began.

"Great, let's begin," Magnus said. He looked towards his oldest, he placed his finger on the buzzer and pushed the button four times.

"Helen," she said, stepping foreword, before taking a step back.

"Mark."

"Julian."

"Tiberius."

"Livia."

"Drusilla."

"Octavian."

They all had followed the example of Helen, stepping foreword to say their name before stepping back.

Magnus looked over at Alec and said, "Now, Alec, let's see what you remember."

"I won't need to buzz for them, sir," he said. "I'll be with them all the time, won't I?"

Magnus was taken aback for a moment. No one had ever questioned his method. "Mr. Lightwood, this is a very large penthouse. I taught them to come when they hear their signal. And when I need you, you'll hear this wherever you are in the apartment." Magnus pressed the buzzer three times, one short buzz and two long ones.

"That won't be necessary. I wont answer to a buzz," Alec said, his arms loosely crossed across his chest.

"Everyone answers to their signal," Magnus said stubbornly. "Let me show you." He buzzed once, and immediately Claude appeared.

"Yes, sir," he said.

"This is my butler, Claude," Magnus told Alec. "Claude, this is the new nanny, Alec. Oh, please place an order for some new clothes for him. He'll tell you his size later."

"As you say, sir," Claude responded, before walking out of the room.

Magnus pressed the buzzer twice and Marie appeared from the hallway to his left.

"Yes, sir?" she asked him.

"This is my housekeeper, Marie. Marie, this is Alec, the new nanny. Make sure the room is ready for him."

"Of course, sir," Marie answered before she too made her exit.

"Now Alec, I'll leave you to get to know the kids," Magnus told him, glad to finally be done with whole ordeal. He wanted to work on a few designs before he had to leave tomorrow. He was just making his way out of the room when he heard the soft buzz of the buzzer, causing him to stop in his tracks.

"I'm sorry, sir," Alec said. "I still don't know how to address you," he said, looking at him innocently.

You can call me whatever you want, Magnus thought. Instead he said, "Mr. Bane. You will call me Mr. Bane." With that, he headed up the stairs and into his room.

He sat down at his desk and started working on his latest sketch. It was a summer dress that had popped into his mind just the other day. At the time, he had planned for it to be a green, yellow, and white dress with a red belt. Looking at the design now, it felt a little wrong. Well, at least he had the time to work it out.

As he worked on the design, he thought back to Alec. The young man was a little too adorable for his age, and he was surprised by how easily he blushed. It was quite endearing, he had to say. And, though he refused to have the piano played, Alec was quite good at it. But they way he denied the use of the buzz system was quite the surprise. He hadn't expected the flustered, rambling boy to do that. Not even the most stuck-up of nannies had done that. And while he wasn't pleased with his reaction, it would be quite interesting to see how it affected his relationship with the kids.

Making the split decision to take a quick nap, Magnus got up from his desk, leaving behind his new finished design. Flopping down on his bed, he didn't even realize the changes he made.

The once yellow, green, and white floral lace dress with a thin red belt was now, while still a floral lace dress, blue, black, and white, with a thin pink belt rather than a red one.

What did you guys think? Like I said, I know this chapter was really similar, but it's just so I have a base to work off from and it will branch out from the original story.

And Klo6, don't forget to check your PM!