Hi people! Sorry for the long wait! Real life has a pesky way of interfering with my writing time. I've had lots of homework, and I've been sick, and today I mangaed to mildly sprain my ankle. Nothing serious, but sure was it fun! Plus ff is being a bitch right now, and this is the THIRD TIME I've had to do all the formatting, ANs etc for this bloody chapter! GAH!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Mortal Instruments. If I did, there would be more Magnus and Alec, and less creepy, pseudo-incestuous Jace and Clary action.

In case you've forgotten, (it has been a long time!) this is what happened last time:

"I tilted my head to the side, as if to ask, "Is this okay?" He nodded slightly leaned his head back on the pillow. I lay back down on his chest, and drifted back to sleep.

Alec POV

Oh my God. What do I do now?! What on earth possessed me to nod?!"

Alec POV

Okay, don't panic. Do not panic! Don't consider that there is an attractive male warlock sleeping across your chest, tucking his face underneath your jaw, arms hugging so tight around you...

Stop Alec, just don't think about how wonderfully warm and right this feels. Don't think about his soft breath against your neck, or the tickling of his hair against your cheek...

I groaned softly, as to not wake up Magnus. This not thinking about it thing was clearly not working. I sighed, and wondered if I should just try to get back to sleep.

But then there was the opportunity that someone would walk in! And although this was a strangely comfortable position to be in, it'd probably lose its charm after Isabelle freaks out after walking in. Or worse, she could be glad about it! Probably think that Magnus and I would get together and live happily ever after. Frankly, I don't know if I can even get enough courage to tell my parents I'm gay, let alone that I'm dating a Downworlder. Maybe I should stick with breaking just one major social Shadowhunter standard for the moment.

Yet, if Isabelle hadn't been in the room when I had been healed (I assumed she hadn't, as she hadn't been there when I woke up), then that means that Magnus had told her not to come in. And if Magnus had actually gotten her to listen to him, then there was a fair chance she wouldn't risk coming in and facing Magnus' fury. Then again, it was rare to see my sister scared of anyone's anger, (except Mom's) particularly when I was involved. She's oddly protective of me considering I am her older brother.

So I was left in a bit of a dilemma: I could fall asleep, (which honestly seemed like the easier option, considering how deep-rooted the exhaustion was, despite the brief adrenaline rush that came at Magnus's wink) and risk someone seeing me in this compromising position....Or I could stay up, worry and stress, and try not to feel how good this felt.

Hmm. Not much of an option really. I tilted my head back and willed sleep to come. Easier said than done.

I tried to slow down my breathing a bit, which was difficult as now that I wasn't thinking of anything in particular, I could now feel every inch of Magnus, every breath against my neck, his warmth and how bony he was.

He really was very thin, and tall. Not like Jace with his heavily muscled frame. Also unlike Jace in his features; Magnus was dark-haired, had those strangely interesting cat-like eyes and his features were less angular, softer. I pondered how I could be attracted to both of them, and yet their looks were so different.

Wait.

Did I just think that I was attracted to Magnus?

But, I like Jace... I can't be attracted to Magnus. No way, no how. And setting that resolution firm in my mind, ignoring the little voice that was laughing hysterically at how I was trying to delude myself, I drifted off to sleep.

***

When I woke up, I was slightly disorientated, the bright sunlight streaming through the windows confusing and blinding me. Then the previous day and night's events came streaming back in a flood of images. Something felt different though. I looked down, expecting to see Magnus, feel his hair brush my cheek. I was puzzled to find he wasn't there.

"Looking for anyone little Shadowhunter?"

I turned in shock to see Magnus grinning at me from a chair by my bedside. I flushed a little, to my surprise, and smiled shyly back.

"Thanks for letting my use you as a pillow last night," he said, "You're actually more comfortable than my bed. Care to make it a permanent arrangement?"

I gasped in shock, and started spluttering, "umm I-I-I ne-need to st-stay...." I stopped when I saw him laughing and shaking his head.

"Relax Nephilim, just messing with you a little bit. Kind of mean really, this early in the morning, and after you kindly let me stay sleeping after I collapsed."

"You collapsed?"

"What? You thought I'd finished healing you, and decided to take advantage of your weakened state by sleeping on you? I may be the High Warlock of Brooklyn, but that doesn't mean it doesn't take energy to heal Greater Demon injuries." He glanced down at his polish-covered nails, "Hmmm... Must of chipped a bit with that last scan. Word of warning, magic is great and all, but it's hell on the nails. Anyway, you're not entirely healed, you may have some trouble walking for a while, your tibia was totally crushed, and although I managed to get all the pieces back together, and prevented them from splitting apart again, your body still needs to join them together. Plus you'll need some bandaging and TLC around your rib area, I think Abbaddon ripped into your chest with its talons, and you'll have some scarring. Of course, me lying on it all night probably didn't help. And you suffered a pretty decent blow to the head, so you might want to wrap that up for a little while. Apart from that, you should be okay, no signs of the poison or any internal bleeding from the last scan. Although with your permission, I'd like to do another one. It's a tad invasive of privacy."

I was stunned, "I was that injured?" He nodded grimly.

"You're pretty lucky little Shadowhunter. But thankfully, you had my magnificent self to help you."

"Wow. Thank you Magnus. Thank you so much."

He grinned and acted mock-shy, "Stop it, you're making me blush. But again, can I scan you?"

I shrugged, "You spent the entire night lying on top of me, I doubt I really can worry about invasion of personal space or privacy in concern to you."

He snickered, "And just so you know, I scanned you like 80 times last night while I was healing you, so I know you inside and out. Literally. I'm glad to see that the body matches the face for beauty." He then stood up, closed his eyes, and seemed to go into a trance, while I gasped, blushed and was generally completely mortified.

His hands, despite his eyes being closed, went unerringly to where my feet were in the bed. He slowly moved his hands up the length of my body, not touching me, floating exactly two inches above my body at all times. I felt the familiar sweeping sensation I remembered vaguely from my time being healed.

He smiled vaguely, and returned his hands back to his sides, and sat down. With his eyes still closed, he said, "Well, you're recovering nicely, your leg seems to be mostly healed, you'll need to be on crutches for a few days though." He sighed in contentment. "Damn, I'm good."

He opened his eyes lazily, the green cat eyes surveying my still reddened face. He seemed to come to a decision as he leaned forward towards my bed.

"You do realise," he began slowly, "that I normally get paid for stuff like this?"

I started and said, "Oh, umm, well I guess the Institute is pretty wealthy, and I've got some money saved..."

He gave me a slightly condescending look, "There are other ways to earn your keep besides money you know."

And he leaned forward and kissed me.

Sorry for the cliffy! This is the chapter where I think people will complain that everyone is OOC. Let me know what you think.

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