This chapter was written for the prompt 'Time Travel' I got on tumblr. :) Feel free to send me one as well, in a review, in a PM.
Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: Well, it's call FANfiction for a reason.
Bad timing was something Alec excelled at, but this was even by his standards a whole new level.
Magnus had tried to find the right moment to pose this specific question for the past five months, but the timing had never been quite right. Now he had finally managed to create the perfect ambiance for it. Candlelight, an amazing dinner, with only Camille smiling at him from across the table and nobody to interrupt this moment.
"Camille, there's something I-"
It can be definitely said that the boy who suddenly walked into the dimly lit dining room was just as surprised as Magnus.
Alec had been looking for Jace who once again tried to skip curfew, but as he already had two strikes with their teacher, Alec simply felt entitled to be the boring responsible friend and turn every stone of their hostel to get him back to their room. Turning towards the last door all the way down in the cellar, Alec thought about how easy his life would have been if he'd had a usual, responsible best friend that wouldn't sneak out to meet the daughter of the owner of said youth hostel. But hey, he had wanted Jace to get over that last breakup and here he was.
He opened the door which was surprisingly enough not locked. This place didn't have many locked doors in general as he had noticed. Though when he stepped through the door, he randomly thought about the saying that some doors shouldn't be opened.
The boy was tall, Magnus noted … and pretty … and wearing strange clothes. It might have sounded weird coming from him who loved going all out with the color, but even he had never before seen this kind of pattern. The boy's blue eyes grew the size of carriage wheels as he took in the room in front of him. They really were very blue and Magnus found himself fascinated by the pure color.
"Who are you? What do you think your doing here?" The moment of stunned silence was broken by Camille who didn't seem to have the same fascination for the boy as Magnus felt is growing inside of him. There was something very endearing about utter confusion shown so openly.
It didn't take a genius to guess that Alec had interrupted a very personal situation. He had gotten very good at picking up on certain things since that last incident with his sister. Sadly he hadn't become better at avoiding those rather awkward situations. The woman at the one end of the fancy table even had an expression on her face that came very close to Isabelle's.
"I am so so sorry", he finally managed to stammer feeling his face heating up. Why did this always have to happen to him? Couldn't someone else take a turn at 'being a complete idiot', so Alec would get the chance of at least one normal week without any occurrences like this. Frustrated he bit his bottom lip and backed out of the room when a sudden call made him stop.
"Wait!"
Alec looked up again to see the young man who had been seated opposite from the very angry lady. Like her he was dressed like the people in the victorian era - he'd written a paper on that fashion once, though now only pieces of information remained - and to be honest the moment he saw the other man smile softly, he didn't much care for the clothes anymore.
"Who are you?" His voice was calm, his eyes a vibrant green and for a moment Alec thought he'd touch his wrist to keep him from closing the door.
The candlelight danced across the boy's pale skin, illuminating the rose color that had flooded his cheeks, playing hide and seek between his messy raven strands.
"Uh, I - I'm Alec … and I am really sorry for interrupting. Just -" The boy - Alec - took a deep breath and his eyes nervously darted to where Camille was sitting before looking down at his feet again. He was wearing some very interesting shoes. "Just go on with your dinner, I won't … ", his voice grew more quiet with every word until Magnus had to strain his ears to get the last words.
"Just ignore that I've ever been here." For a second Magnus could see a small, biter smile on Alec's lips that he didn't want to see there. No, a boy so young shouldn't carry so much bitterness. But before he could do anything, Alec stepped back and closed the door with maybe a bit more force than necessary.
Unsure about what to make of the situation Magnus could only stare at the wooden door in front of him, his hand still raised to lift the boy's chin, his mouth still open filled with unsaid encouragements.
As soon as the door swung shut, Alec leaned with his back against the cold steel and cursed his life for being so damn complicated. He finally met one really nice and attractive guy who didn't seem to care much about Alec's talent of showing up at the most inconvenient moments, and then of course Alec turned and ran. He didn't even care if the guy had had a hobby of dressing up like that or that he seemed to be having a romantic dinner with his girlfriend in some cellar room of a youth hostel. Maybe he was friends with the owner.
Why did he have to turn and run? There was no way the guy would come after him. Why did he have to meet someone while wearing his Ninja Turtles PJs?
Alec peeked up at the handle of the door. It didn't move an inch. Of course it didn't. Of course he wouldn't come after Alec to ask why he was such an idiot. Alec bit his lip hard.
But damn, his smile had been nice.
Magnus pulled the door open as soon as it had been closed, but all he saw was the empty hallway of his townhouse. The candles of the dining room let tall shadows move lazily across the walls, but none of these were dark enough to hide Alec and there was no way he had made it to the door this fast.
Magnus thought about rushing outside and searching the streets for those blue eyes, but Camille's voice held him back.
"What is it?", she asked. The soft rustling of the expensive fabric if her dress sounded through the room when she got up to stand next to Magnus, peering into the empty hallway. "Where did he go?"
"I don't know", Magnus whispered. "I don't know."
Once again he thought that the timing for his big question wasn't quite right.
Now feel free to think about Magnus as a warlock who breaks up with Camille and spends the next centuries searching for Alec until he finally meets him again in the 21st century. :3
By Pumpkin
