Hello there! This chapter is for my lovely parabatai (yes we're cool) Zoe, who makes my day most days. But what else makes my day, I hear you cry? Your reviews. Thank you to everyone who has done so

Magnus scooped him up and cuddled him to his sopping wet chest. Alec looked up at him, eyes burning blue through tendrils of black hair, pasted to his pale face like papier mache by the sheeting rain. His cheeks and the tip of his nose were flushed a delicate pink, and he looked blissfully tired.

"I love you, Magnus."

"I love you too. And remember, Camille's like Regina. She's a life ruiner. She ruins people's lives!" He cackled, the laughter vibrating into Alec through his arms, throat and chest.

"I don't get it…what?"

Magnus gasped, his eyes wide with horror.

"Do you mean to tell me, Alexander, that you haven't seen Mean Girls?"

"Uh…no."

"We. Are. Watching. It. The. Second. We. Get. Home."

He smiled, and Magnus carried him all the way back to Brooklyn, holding him in his lap even on the subway.

Back at the Institute, Izzy shuffled her deck of cards, cross-legged on the floor of the main living room. Herself, Jace, Alec and Magnus had been settling down for a game of 'Demonhead', when after glancing out the window, Alec had scuttled off, pale as milk, with Magnus not far behind him.

"They're not coming back, are they?" she whined, poking Jace with her toe.

"Nope." He replied, poking her back, "But Magnus left his bag here."

The bag in question was a faded red messenger bag with tinsel for a strap and 'Magnusificent Christmas Extravaganza 1984' picked out in peeling gold glitter. His tawny eyes held a mischevious glint that, on Jace, was both rare and endearing.

"Jace, didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to go through a lady's bag?" Jace snorted.

"Magnus is no lady. Anyway, I'm not suggesting we steal anything, just shove some random stuff in there, fuck with his mind a little. How about the picture of that time Alec fell in the Penhallows' pond?"

Izzy giggled, twining a strand of hair around a long, pale, finger.

"That was so funny! He was all green and slimy when you pulled him out!"

"Don't you want to know what's in there?"

She chewed her lip, light from the fire crackling in her dark eyes, and she suddenly cracked a smile.

"Okay then, but- the Angel only knows what's in there. Whatever it is, I'm blaming you!"

Five minutes later, the contents of his bag were spread across the rug.

Several glittery M.A.C eyeshadows. A cherry chapstick. A phone. A tube of glitter. A magic 8 ball. A cookbook, in what seemed to be Ancient Greek. And a small bottle.

Izzy raised her eyebrows when Jace picked the bottle up, peering confusedly at the label.

"What is- oh. Oh!" He dropped it hastily, realizing it was lube.

A little short, but hopefully you like it. Please excuse any weiRd typos; my 'y' key has a gold star stuck underneath it so after writing this I had to go back through and purposefully add all the y's. I probably missed some! If you think Alec should become immortal by the end, review! If not…also review! AND IF YOU GOT THE MEAN GIRLS REFERENCE, review! Agreeable?

Love China xxxx