Authors note!

So seeing I had a great night at work, I got the next chapter written out. I'm sorry if things are slightly ooc. But the emotion and stress is high. So of course everybody acts slightly different.

Well, All rights to characters (except for the strange little witch) go to Cassandra Clare.

Here is the second chapter.

Enjoy!

Magnus Bane was curled under his canary yellow comforter. What once held loving memories, now only a reminder of the loneliness he brought onto himself. Clinging onto the forgotten ratted black sweater seemed to be his only anchor to sanity, he tried calming his mind so he could atleast have some rest. The memories of his once blue-eyed lover haunted his every moment. Tears crept into his mind as he inhaled the soon to be lost scent of sandalwood and Alexander Lightwood. He let them fall, being months since he stopped fighting them off, soaking the material that pressed to his face. His mind desperately wanted to go back to the man, but his pride and words of a long lost friend kept him away. Wait till he comes back to you. Magnus was tired of waiting, tired of hold on, tired of everything.

A shrill ring filled the silent air, breaking his contentedness of wallowing in regret. Looking down to see the caller made confusion hit, a number that was not known, yet something urged him to answer. "WHO CALLS ME AT THIS TIME OF NIGHT?!" Forcing his voice into sounding angry, hoping to scare off the caller, but instead a scared, young voice, filled with sadness answered in almost a whisper. "Ma-Ma-Magnus… I need your help." Responding that it was two in the morning, that he wasn't getting up for anybody, when she mentioned that it was about a shadowhunter, he blew the re quest off again, making her know that he doesn't help shadowhunters anymore. Her voice became an urgent yell, " I don't care if you don't deal with them! He's dying!"

He shut the phone quickly as fear spread through his thoughts. Who was dying? Surely not Alec. He would have Isabelle and Jonathan with him, but that voice wasn't his sisters. What if he went alone? No, Alexander wasn't that stupid. It would have been suicide to go demon hunting alone. What if he didn't care? Magnus shook the thought away, realizing he was subconsciously getting dressed, he grabbed the black hooded cloak off of the coat rack and stepped out the door, blending into the night.

He didn't know where to go, yet his feet was pulling him anyways. A few minutes later he heard the sounds of a soft cry, walking faster he heard the same voice that was on the phone, "God please! Don't die. You can't!" A green glow casted itself through the alleyway, lighting up the dark for him to notice white wings two bodies. A tuft of raven black hair peeked out from the the side as the girl clung on to him. What made the warlock run to them was when he saw the bow snapped in two laying to the side. It wasn't just any bow. It was the one he got Alec on their three month anniversary.

"What happened?" He noticed the little witch jump to his voice, sniffling through the tears, "Ra-ravener demons attacked me and Alec came and s-s-saved me, but he got hit in the proc-process."

And the demon that attacked him?" She held out her free hand, showing the burn marks she got from using a blade with holy ruins, "I-I killed it with h-his blade."

Magnus silently nodded in thanks. Not many downworlders would have done that for a shadowhunter, especially if they would have gotten hurt in the process. Taking Alec into his own arms, he shuddered at how light he felt. Not only had he not been eating, the racoon like circles under his eyes showed that he wasn't sleeping either. Standing up, he cradled the shadowhunter to his chest, tears filling his eyes once more. He never envisioned that this would be the way he would reunite with the boy. A few hours back he would have loved to have the chance to hold him this close, to feel the beating of his heart mix with his against, but the circumstances didn't let him enjoy it like he wished. "Can you make a portal?"

The green-haired girl wiped her eyes, nodding softly, muttering softly about something about how portals being one of her specialties. Magnus watching her grab chalk from her bag, clutching the boy closer cooing at him in his slight shift in his arms, watched as she drew a giant archway on the wall beside them. Wanting to ask what she was doing, he never saw a portal being made like she was making it, decided to keep quiet as she drew symbols above the line. Dropping the chalk, the girl pressed her hands against the empty spot on the wall, muttering a few words in latin, releasing as the wall began to glow green. That had to be the quickest portal Magnus had ever seen made. Shifting the boy around in his arms, he stepped through the portal, instantly feeling the cool air of the Institute's Infirmary. Hurring, he set Alec on the cold sterile bed, remembering the first time they were here, now in the same situation. Alec dying.

Magnus was frantically grabbing ingredients where he didn't notice the steps behind him weren't the ones of the strange witch that Alexander saved, but ones of an all too familiar male. Magnus felt burning. Tilting his head to see a Seraph blade against his throat and the commanding voice of Jace Herondale filling the air.

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Jace Herondale didn't know what to expect when he heard noise in the Infirmary's supply room. Clary and him were suppose to be the only ones at the Institute, with Isabelle hunting with their mother so that one person can stay at all times to watch if Alec came home. Praying to the Angel that it was his Parabati, he was disappointed when he saw a tall cloaked figure gathering ingredients with haste. Pulling out his blade, whispering it to life as he set it against the stranger's neck, "Who the fuck are you?"

"Jonathan, I would kindly put that away if you don't want your Parabati to die." Jace snarled at the voice. It was of the warlock he once joked around with and stayed in his house for a few weeks. The voice of once a friends, now just the man who destroyed his brother, who pushed him towards the edge of insanity. Jace grabbed Magnus by the arm pulling him around. Fingernails piercing through the silk shirt as rage filled the blonde, "You! You dare threaten me after all you've done?! Tell me why I shouldn't kill you where you stand, accords or not!"

Jace dropped the blade when he heard the shrill screams of his brother, "MAGNUS! Please, Don't…" In a dead sprint the golden boy went running, clenching onto Alec as he withered under in pain. The warlock quickly behind him, mixing the ingredients with haste. "What happened?" Cat- eyes look up at him, relaying the story he was told about the Ravener demons "So you weren't there?"

"No. A witch found him, called me for help and I decided to come and check things out. Praying it wasn't him, but I'm never that lucky to have a wish like that come true." Jace heard the pain Magnus's voice. If he didn't have hatred for the warlock, he would almost be able to feel sorry. He watched Alec, as the warlock slipped him the antidote, his body calmed after a few moments. Both guys were silent, watching the boy slowly drift off into the much needed slumber. Jace's voice broke the silence, "You know whatever happened between you two. It needs to end. You destroyed Alec, truly destroyed him. After he wakes up, end it. I'm being generous letting you see him once more. I don't care if you love him. You dragged him through hell and I just want my brother back. You have one hour with him, then I do not want to see your sorry hide around here, or around my brother ever again. If I do, I will kill you."

Final words of wisdom.

Now that I have all the emotions out, the story should flow better, and actually become the plot!

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The next chapter should be up later on tonight.