A/N: Big thanks to all the readers and followers (two specific being AveaFaun & SwanQueen4055). This has literally been my biggest story read in my almost 3 year history on . So again, I give my love to all of you.

Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own TMI (Cassandra Claire does). I don't really own anything in this story. So don't sue me.

Summary: Alec died in a routine demon hunt and now Magnus and the rest of the Lightwood family have been forced to live without him for a number of years. For Magnus, time always goes on and sometimes one loses track of time. (And this chapter/whole story contains spoilers if you haven't read the whole series. Just sayin')


100 years in the future.

I can't believe it's been a whole damn century since that one day. That day when a once beautiful Shadowhunter girl came to my door crying her eyes out to me saying that her brother was dead. 2108 was a weird year, as always, there was new technology but nothing significant like there had been in previous years. The demon raids had been put to a stop in the past fifty years and I had watched many of the Shadowhunters I grew close to die. Jace and Clarissa had plenty of little children before Jace died in the final battle in London to close the passageway of demons through dimensions in that section of the earth. I was there actually, when he died. He truly went down like a warrior, just like what my Alexander would've done. He dove in front of Clarissa to save her from a demon that had slipped past their guard. Jace died in Clary's arms with a smile on his face as he confessed his love to her for the last time. Ave atque vale, Jace Herondale. My magic wasn't enough to heal him in the end, but he told me it was okay. He said that he knew I was still grieving over his parabatai. Which I was. I still hadn't moved out of that outdated little New York apartment because Alec's things were still there. They were still in the same spots he left them in, his toothbrush still lying beside the sink and clothes strewn about the corners of the bedroom.

I even still had a descendant of Chairman Meow. Each of them was named after their predecessor so the little guy right now was named Chairman Meow the VII. I do realize that the name is horrible to put upon a cat and I should be more creative, but he also reminds me of my time with Alexander.

Clarissa died only a few years ago of old age. She had escaped death so many times and lived to be ninety-something. Isabelle on the other hand, was not seen again after she left my humble abode. The Clave accused me of murdering her or at least of an assisted suicide because of her brother. Either way, times had changed and there were only scattered demon strikes now and there were plenty Shadowhunters, in fact, there were probably more than ever in their history. Not many were dying from attacks. Too bad my blue-eyed boy couldn't live in this time period.

Anyway, time had passed, people and cultures changed and as usual, I did not. In the last decade or two, I regained my love for sparkles and glitter. So once again, my apartment was covered in neon's and other bright colored glitter like a bomb had gone off. Only two rooms were kept glitter-less and that would be the bedroom and the bathroom. They were kept in monochromatic colors that Alec had always liked so that was the way they were to be kept.

Frequently I ventured out into the cityscape, mostly for jobs and other necessities that I couldn't just magic into my living space. Walks in the park were infrequent but they helped on particularly bad days when nothing else could. Today was one of those bad days; it was the anniversary of the day Alexander died. I got a coffee from one of the only good places in New York and headed outside even though it was mildly cold. My black jacket, canary yellow skinny jeans and purple glittery scarf kept me warm even with the wind chill. Steam rose up from the little holes in the top of my coffee, bringing it up to my lips, I sipped the piping hot liquid and as it slid down my throat it warmed my whole body. As I turned the corner, I almost collided with a monotony of colors. All blacks and pale, almost white, skin. The cup of coffee slipped from my hands and the top came undone as it collided with the concrete path below our feet. Both of us said sorry at the same time and bent down to pick up the cup with no contents inside.

"Jinx and I think you owe me another coffee," I say quietly as I straighten up and flatten out any wrinkles on my jacket. When the boy stood he was a good five or six inches shorter than me and had a mop of dark hair that almost covered his wonderfully blue eyes. My heart skipped a few beats, I was sure of it. The boy standing just a few feet away was my blue-eyed Shadowhunter. His lips were moving but I couldn't hear him until he almost shoved the empty coffee cup into my hand.

"Hello? Are you even listening to me? I said I would buy you another coffee," the Alec look-alike said to me. Even his voice was the same, Lilith, I was going insane. But I was so happy at the same time. My Shadowhunter was back!

"Can you tell me what your name is?" I ask so bluntly I don't even recognize my own voice.

"Um, Gideon, why?"

So he wasn't exactly my Shadowhunter, but it was still him. That was one of his ancestors' names; in fact, it was Alexander's middle name. That one Shadowhunter who was in London with the Will Herondale; Jem, I think his name was, he was right. Souls that have been with each other before were attracted to each other. They always find their way back to each other. I couldn't hold back my joy any longer and I launched at him, pulling him into what could've been a bone-crushing hug for any normal human. "Oh, I missed you so much Alexander. I really thought I'd never see you again."

The Alec look-alike went rigid and didn't move or try to push me away, maybe that was a good sign. Maybe he remembered our love. Or he was in shock, Lilith; if he didn't remember then he'd be so confused right now. He wouldn't even recognize me. My Shadowhunter would not recognize me. I promptly burst into tears as my mind comprehended those thoughts. I felt hands on my chest pushing me back gently then I saw those sea-blue orbs looking up at me, worry clouding them. "Are you okay?" he asked in Alec's voice.

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine. You just look like someone I used to know."

"You do look familiar, but no one I would recognize," Gideon replies then shakes his head. A shout rose up from down the path where Gideon had come from. Three figures were all dressed in black and huddled in a group waving frantically and calling his name. One was blonde while the other two had dark hair like Al—I mean Gideon. It was the whole twenty-first century Lightwood family; Jace, Isabelle and Max.

Gideon shouting back at them shook me out of my reverie, my golden/green cat eyes drifted back to him and I smiled. "Who are your friends over there?"

He looked back at me and sighed, "You're pretty nosy for a stranger. They're my siblings; Owen, Sophia and Joseph." My eyes lit with a spark of amusement, their middle names. Except for Jace of course, Owen was William Herondale's middle name, the other boy with the dark hair and blue eyes.

"Such wonderful names, none more wondrous than yours though, Gideon. Can you do me a favor once you get home?" I ask, my eyes still shining with the happiness that had been gone for a century.

A frown crossed his features, but he gave a small shrug. His blue eyes were lit with curiosity but they were not quite trusting yet, "sure."

Blue sparks formed at my fingertips and a small piece of paper appeared in my open hand. I took his and pressed the paper into the palm of his hand before closing his fingers over the top of it. "Call me."


A/N: So, how is everyone liking it so far? I know this is the biggest jump in plot probably ever but it does make sense (to me anyway). Reviews are always welcome and aspiring authors love them. Ideas are also welcome. Again, thanks so much for reading and I hope to have another chapter up soon.