Soooo i hope y'all are enjoying this fan fiction :) i would really appreciate some reviews to let me know what you guys think :) pretty please with glitter on top ;) thanks xx

Oh i also just realised that i haven't actually mentioned-even though you all obviously know-i do not own any of the characters, sadly, and they belong to the amazing Cassandra Clare :P

Alec couldn't sleep. No matter how many times he swapped sides; no matter how many times he pummelled his pillow into a more comfortable shape; no matter how many annoying woolly sheep he counted he just could not fall asleep.

Sighing irritatedly Alec rolled over for what felt like the hundredth time to face away from his window and towards the little, wooden side table where he kept his phone-having actually remembered to put it on charge for once.

He stared at it longingly for a few moments.

Although Magnus had text him earlier they had had very little to talk about and Magnus had soon rushed off to deal with a very vexed and persistent client leaving Alec with nothing to do.

Would Magnus mind if he text him now? Would he even still be awake?

Alec struggled internally with his dilemma. Even though he had seen Magnus less than five hours ago he already missed him and although a text wasn't as good as being with him in person it was better than nothing.

'But what if he ignores you?' the annoying little voice in his head taunted him, 'What if he tells you to stop bugging him and go away?'

'He wouldn't do that!' Alec told himself. Muttering to himself to stop being a wimp Alec finished his internal monologue and grabbed his phone.

Hey he typed and hit send before his brain had a chance to catch up with his actions.

Luckily for him Magnus's reply was almost immediate.

Hey baby. You just can't stop coming back for more can you?

Alec collapsed back into his bed in relief, taking his phone with him. He wanted to laugh at how petty and insecure he had been acting and the teasing tone Alec could hear in Magnus's text made him smile slightly but he head was immediately filled with his next problem: What on earth did he reply with now? He hadn't really expected Magnus to text back and now that he had Alec had no idea what to say to him.

Biting his bottom lip as he always did when he was worried or trying to think Alec racked his brain for an appropriate response. Finally he decided that he would just go with the truth.

I miss you. He sent it quickly and waited anxiously for the reply.

The answering text made him smile sweetly.

I miss you too, I wish you were here.

Me too.

Magnus's reply was quick as usual.

Can't sleep?

No, not without you. I always sleep better when I'm with you.

Magnus loved Alec's honesty. He was a lot more open through texting-maybe because Magnus wasn't there to see him blush-when he didn't have to look at Magnus while he spilled his feelings.

And I with you, my lovely. But you should try and get some rest-especially considering the crazy, god-forsaken hour you always wake up at.

It's not that early! Just because you don't even wake up until midday…

Exactly. That is a completely reasonable time to wake up.

Sure…

Honestly Alexander.

Alec paused for a while, unsure how to respond but Magnus, being Magnus, quickly moved on to a different topic of conversation.

Would you like to come round tomorrow night?

Alec chuckled quietly-secretly glad that he hadn't had to be the one to ask when he could come and see Magnus again. Unfortunately Alec's sense of duty and practicality still go in the way.

I should be able to. It depends if anything important comes up.

Of course. But I really would like to see you.

I want to see you too.

But you'd rather be off fighting ugly and, may I say extremely rude, demons with no fashion-sense?

You know I'd rather be with you.

Oh the things put up with. I'd wait a life time just to catch a glimpse of your beautiful blue eyes.

Alec rolled his eyes even though Magnus wasn't there to see, but secretly he was thrilled.

You're such a drama-queen Magnus.

Oh I love it when you say my name. ;)

Huh? I didn't.

Well 'text my name' doesn't have quite the same ring to it, does it?

Ummm…

I think lack of sleep is fogging you're brain.

If you say so.

Get some sleep, my lovely.

OK. You too.

Dream of me?

Alec sighed-he really wasn't going to get any sleep at this rate.

Goodnight Magnus.

Goodnight Alexander.

Alec was about to put his phone back down when he received another text. What now?

Alec?

Yes.

I just realised that I forgot to say something…

What? Alec asked, intrigued.

I love you.

Alec stared at the screen in surprise for a few moments, feeling the blush warm his cheeks gently. He was tempted to try and ignore the text-to see what Magnus would do- but after a minute or too Alec couldn't resist the warlock any longer.

I love you too.

Sitting, like Alec, in his bed at home Magnus grinned like a madman at the reply and at the same time realised just how much power the blue eyed Shadowhunter held over him. Just those four little words-even in a text-made him feel all warm inside-they made him feel alive.

As he went to sleep that night he couldn't remember the last time he had felt this happy.

On the other side of the city Alec replaced his phone on the bedside table smiling gently to himself. Now he had no trouble getting to sleep and within minutes he was snoring quietly. But perfect moments like these never last for long.

Tonight was the night when the plague of nightmares began. The first of many.

Alec found himself standing in the doorway of a room he didn't recognise. Staring confusedly into the large room in front of him Alec noticed the multiple paintings hanging on the wall, the plush red carpet beneath his feet and the large wall poster of the Eiffel Tower.

All of this information plus some strange dream sense told him that he was in Paris.

Continuing his inspection of the room Alec took in the large, four-poster bed that took up most of the room, framed by sheer, silk drapes. There was a long, marble counter along one wall covered with a huge assortment of food: grapes, cheese and crackers, chocolates, biscuits, bread with multiple fillings and various bottles of what, from what Alec could see, was very expensive wine.

What on earth was he doing here? Why was he here? How-

But his thoughts were soon disrupted when he spotted a figure on the balcony. A very tall, very slim figure. A figure who looked very much like…

'Magnus!' Alec thought taking a few steps towards the warlock, who was looking away from him-admiring the dazzling view of Paris in front of him.

The Eiffel Tower stood proud and enchanting in the centre of the horizon, lit up like a giant, metal Christmas tree. The multitude of cars below seemed to travel almost in slow motion-when watched from this height-like tiny little ants with head lights. Many of the buildings were in shadow with only the merest outline viewable in the darkness.

The night sky was a dark blanket of purple and blue stretched across the heavens- stitched with thousands of tiny pieces of sparkling thread which were the stars shining brightly above them.

Alec had never seen a view so beautiful in his entire life. No, he amended, this was the second most beautiful thing he had ever seen-the winner of the first prize was the gorgeous creature standing in front of him.

Barely noticing what Magnus was wearing Alec was content to watch the breeze play in the loose stands of the warlock's dark hair, which was down again to Alec's delight. Walking slowly towards the warlock Alec reached around and wrapped his arms tightly around his slim waist and leant his forehead against his back gently-for some reason he felt no need to speak, as if Magnus would automatically know it was him.

He stood there for a while, breathing in Magnus's head-spinning scent, when he was suddenly overwhelmed with the strangest urge to…push. Magnus was so close to the edge, one tiny push and he would fall. He was so close.

Moving back to stand just behind him Alec looked out at the amazing view in front of him for the second time-noticing again just how high up they were. But this time his head was filled with images of Magnus…falling.

A crazed look entered his eyes as he slowly raised his hands, palms facing forwards, to rest on Magnus's shoulder blades. A part of him was screaming in his mind to stop! By the Angel what was he doing?

But that part was soon silenced.

Alec felt as if he was being controlled by something else; as if he had been forced out of his body and was being made to watch from the side-lines.

He felt himself steady his hands; plant his feet; he felt an evil smile stretch across his pale face as his muscles tensed. It felt as if time had slowed-as if that one moment was hanging in the balance, frozen in time.

Until he pushed.

He watched, eyes gleaming brightly, as Magnus fell...down…down…down. He revelled in the shock and terror in Magnus's eyes; in the way his body flailed and arched as he plummeted through the air. Until, finally, he hit the ground with a…

Alec wrenched himself out of the dream, jack-knifing into a sitting position as the horror of his dream consumed him.

The room was silent except for the heaving gasping of Alec's breathing. Slowly he raised a trembling hand and wiped away the sheen of cold sweat, which covered his entire body, from his forehead-realising with a jolt that there were tears lingering on his cheeks, mixed in with the sweat.

His sheets had wrapped themselves tightly around his legs as he had struggled unconsciously in his sleep and after slowly extricating himself all Alec could do was sit in a terrified silence as the memory of the nightmare haunted him.

What on earth had just happened? How had his mind conjured up that sick and twisted dream?

Alec didn't know how long he sat there in the almost silence until he finally realised that there was no way he was going to be able to get back to sleep. Instead his body was filled with a nervous energy making him agitated and jumpy. Finally Alec couldn't stand it any longer.

Practically leaping out of his bed he grabbed a black t-shirt and a pair of dark tracksuit bottoms and headed to the training room to try and expel his anxious energy, and if he happened to train so hard that the pain stopped him from remembering the look on Magnus's face as he had fallen then even better.

As he walked briskly down the dark corridors towards the Institute's training room he repeated the same mantra over and over again in his head: It was only a dream. Only. A. Dream.

Alec met no one on the way, not that he had expected to at this time of the night, and soon he was slipping into the large, dark room filled with all manner of equipment such as gym mats, boxing pads and, in the back room behind a curtain, was all of their weapons: seraph blades, throwing knives, small swords, daggers and a number of others.

Switching the lights on Alec winced at the brightness and made his way over to the mats. He didn't wait long to get started, after a few preliminary stretches he threw himself immediately into doing 100 push-ups-something that would cause the ache in his muscles to push out the horrible thoughts in his head.

After this he moved on quickly to sit ups without so much as a pause and carried on almost mechanically-enjoying the familiar discomfort.

Finally Alec rolled over, ignoring the slight pain in his stomach from the 100 sit-ups he had just completed, and clambered to his feet, heading towards the punch bag. Twenty minutes releasing his pent up frustration and anxiety on the punch bag would hopefully be enough to drive the remaining horrific images that were still swirling around his head.

Punch, kick, jab, jab, turn, kick, punch…

The rhythmic fighting movements helped soothe Alec; the familiar fire in his muscles and the pounding of his head left no room for the remnants of his nightmare.

Alec did not keep track of how much time had passed as his body, without too much protest, sank back into its regular training rhythm.

After an unknown amount of time Alec grew tired of the punch bag and switched onto the mats for some ghost sparring. Alec knew it would have been better with a partner but he needed to do something which kept his brain occupied so he couldn't think about…that.

Around ten minutes had passed when Alec suddenly felt a strange presence behind him and he instinctively span round, fist outstretched in order to defend himself. But he never made contact with the person at his back. His wrist was stopped just in time, caught in the firm grasp of his parabati.

The blue eyed Shadowhunter's voice was shrill from surprise.

"Jace!"

The boy in question was grinning broadly but Alec noticed the purple bags under his friend's eyes-clearly he wasn't the only one getting up in the middle of the night.

"What are you doing here?"

"I should be asking you the same thing." Jace retorted confidently.

"Oh…um…" Alec stammered, trying to think of an excuse, "I just wanted to…erm…catch up with training." His lie sounded weak even to his own ears.

Jace gave him a knowing look: "So you chose to do it in the middle of the night?"

Instead of giving in Alec went on the defensive.

"What about you then? What are you doing up so late?" Jace's smile quickly dried up at Alec's interrogation and his mouth hung opened and then closed again as he attempted to answer-making him look extremely like a goldfish.

"It's ok, you don't need to answer to me; It's not really my business" Jace shot him an appreciative grin.

"So," Jace quickly changed the topic, "you ready to get your butt kicked?" He raised an eyebrow tauntingly.

"Are you?"

"Not a chance!"

"Wanna bet?" Alec, being already warmed up, was sure he had the edge whereas normally they were so closely matched.

"Whoever loses has to eat one of Isabelle's meals?" Jace suggested.

Alec shuddered openly before agreeing. "Deal."

They stared at each other for a moment before moving to stand facing each other in the middle of the mats. They shot each other brief smiles before sinking into low, fighting stances and raising their fists.

The fight was fast and intense with neither really gaining the upper hand. Punches flew like lightning with only about half making contact. Alec caught Jace directly in his solar plexus, winding him momentarily, but soon received a glancing blow to his shoulder.

The two Shadowhunter's broke apart, trying to gain their breath, and circled each other warily.

"Going to give in before I beat you?" Jace called tauntingly, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Why always so over confident?" Alec retorted.

"It's not over confidence. Just truth." Jace was flashing Alec his usual arrogant smile.

"We'll see."

They came together again in a flurry of fists and feet and the fight continued again.

Neither boy landed any significant blows for the next few minutes or so, as each knew the other so well from being parabati and having trained so often together, when suddenly the dark haired Shadowhunter spotted an opportunity.

He fainted to the side before lunging in the other direct and grabbing Jace's arm, pushing it firmly behind his back. Alec was about to grapple Jace to the floor into, what he hoped would be, a winning arm lock when Jace sneakily kicked his legs out from underneath him and he fell flat on his back-still holding on to Jace's arm.

Although Alec had the wind knocked out of him he had managed to retain his grip on Jace's right arm, basically immobilising him.

They were each gasping for air, their muscles screaming in protest at the torture they had been put through, and were still being put through, in the last few hours.

"Truce! Truce!" Alec and Jace yelled at the same time. Neither had anymore to give but at the same time neither wanted to surrender to the horror of Isabelle's cooking.

"OK, ok." Alec acquiesced. "It's a draw."

"Whooo!" Jace cheered, "No horrible meals for either of us."

Jace generously helped Alec to his feet, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder as he did so.

"You're still… pretty good, you know."

"Wow. I must be dreaming, a compliment from… Jace?" Alec pretended to pass out which, as it turned out, didn't require too much acting. Lack of oxygen was making him slightly lightheaded.

But with his cheerful mood combined with the light that Jace always brought to a situation the horrible nightmare that had taunted him was far out of Alec's mind.

Both boys were soon doubled over, still breathing heavily as they took time to try and recuperate from the last round of their competition when, suddenly, a loud groaning sound filled the room and Alec looked up at Jace sharply.

"Was that your stomach!?" he asked through his laughter.

"I think it's just started eating itself." Jace replied joining in Alec's laughter cheerfully.

The burst into even louder fits of giggling as Alec's tummy, clearly not wanting to be left out, made a similar sort of growling noise.

"I didn't even know they could make that noise." Alec said as both boys exited the training room together still chuckling.

"Me either. What time is it?"

"I don't know, still pretty early I think, Isabelle's probably not up yet," he said, guessing what his parabati was thinking as he often did.

"Should we-"

"Order breakfast?" They said at the same time, which sent them into another fit of laughter.

"Before...before she….tries to cook anything." Alec gasped.

"Oh….by the Angel…I don't think I could stomach her food at the moment."

"Me either."

They had only just managed to control themselves when they reached the kitchen-only to be greeted by Isabelle wearing an apron and standing over the cooker.

Jace and Alec looked quickly at each other and completely lost it. Soon both boys were doubled over with tears streaming down their faces as Isabelle could only stare at them in confusion.