Okay, sorry for the recent lack of updates, both on this and Public Displays of Rejection. First, my laptop broke. Second, I've been going through a recent patch of writers block. Anyhoo, here it is, chapter 4 

A/N: I don't know if it was obvious or not but in Chapter 1, they were celebrating Alec's 18th birthday. So Alec's closet doors haven't started rattling yet. Just to avoid any confusion. Peace out 

"Crap, crap, crap," I cried, tossing the cell from one hand to the other. What the hell was I supposed to do? Answer it? Ignore it? Let Magnus, alias me, answer it? The latter was completely out of the question. I could only imagine that conversation.

"Oh, hey, Mom, I'm just at the beauty salon getting my pedicure touched up…Hard day shopping, y'know? What? Gay? Me? Never…"

While I was in the middle of imagining the said thought, I freaked out completely and in the midst of my panic snapped the phone open. I held the phone up to my ear tentatively, my hands shaking and answered it;

"Hello?"

"Magnus?" I jumped at the sound of the incredulous voice on the other end. It wasn't my mom, but Jace. He must have been using my mom's phone to call me for some reason. I relaxed momentarily before realisation hit me smack in the face. Jace. Shit.

"Magnus? Is that you?" Jace's voice persisted through the other end of the phone.

"Umm, no. I mean yes. I mean, this is an answering machine. Leave a message. BEEEEP." Magnus snorted and I turned my head to look at him. He was standing there, looking unruffled and cool. He cocked an eyebrow at me when our eyes met and I gestured rapidly at the cell in my hand. He pressed his lips together and he shrugged nonchalantly.

Not my problem, he mouthed. I snarled in frustration and shoved the phone against my ear again, just in time to catch the end of Jace's sentence.

"…I'm not stupid. And why do you have Alec's phone anyway?" His tone was suspicious, and rightfully so. Why would the High Warlock of Brooklyn have my phone?

"Emm…he- his phone is broken. Was broken. I fixed it. Obviously." I gulped and waited to see if Jace would buy it.

He didn't. "What, so warlocks do cell phone repairs on the side now?"

I forced myself to laugh airily, Magnus style. "Only on the weekends."

"It's Thursday." I could almost hear Jace's eyebrows disappearing into his hairline.

"Exactly. Byeeee." I snapped the phone shut and threw it down on the sofa. I wheeled round to face Magnus who looked like he was trying very hard not to laugh. I scowled at him. "That was not funny."

His smirk grew. "Of course it wasn't."

My fists balled up at my sides. "This is a very serious situation!"

He nodded solemnly, his eyes suddenly wide and innocent. "I absolutely agree, Alec. Very serious. Mmm, yes."

I gaped at him in disbelief for a moment. Why was he behaving like this? That phone call from Jace could have easily ruined everything, and now Magnus was taking the piss. I couldn't believe it.

I gave it one last shot. "Magnus," I stated, trying to inject some of my impatience with this whole situation into my voice. I was fed up of this, and Magnus needed to realise it, pronto.

"Oh, Alec, I was thinking. Maybe we should switch names. Considering we've switched bodies. It would make it so much easier for everyone involved, don't you think?" He smiled charmingly at me and I could have hit him.

"Magnus. We. Are. Not. Staying. Like. This. Therefore nobody needs to get involved; therefore we do not need to switch names! End of!" I spat the words out through gritted teeth.

Magnus blinked at me for a moment, before his expression became affronted. "Actually, sweetheart, I think you'll find we are, as long as you continue to be so mean and nasty to me. My feelings are utterly crushed." He pouted at me and I had to admit underneath all the anger, it was a fitting expression on my face. Quite cute. Shockingly gay at the same time, but still. Quite cute.

I took a deep breath. "Alright. I know you think this is funny, Magnus, and we've had this conversation already – but I really have to go back to the Institute – they need me there. I have to go. Not you in my body. Me." I took his hand and squeezed it a bit, trying to soften him up a little.

Magnus rolled his eyes. "Gawd, Alec, you're such a drama queen! Surely a few days as me wouldn't hurt?" He was doing the pouty thing again. I sighed.

"Exactly how many days are a few?"

He avoided eye contact and examined his – my grimy nails, a vague look of disgust crossing features. He cleared his throat noisily and muttered something under his breath.

"Pardon?" I frowned, not catching it.

He looked up at me, his face once again the picture of innocence. "Just seven. A week. That's how long the spell lasts."

I brought my hands to my face, groaning. Seven days? What was I going to do for seven days as Magnus Bane? More importantly, how was Magnus going to spend a week as me?

"But, Magnus," I said weakly, peering out from between my long fingers, "I don't know how to be you."

"And that, sweetheart, is our next little adventure," That said, Magnus dropped one eye in a glittering wink and pulled me towards his bathroom.