Oh wow, last chapter was a shock. I literally had only one comment on it . . . Was it bad? I'm worried if it was.

But I'm not writing this story only because of reviews, so here's the next chap!

And I still don't own The Mortal Instruments. -sigh- I really hope I don't have to write that for all 26 chapters . . . But I still feel bad if I don't. Eh.


Gumption

The two were casually chatting as they walked into a small café somewhere in the middle of Texas, surprisingly owned by a Goblin, and ordered their strange-colored coffee before finding a seat in a corner of the room. Magnus leaned his head back in contentment and grinned at Alec with a lazy glint in his eyes. Two Gargoyles were on the other side of the room, snogging each other's faces off, and Alec looked slightly uncomfortable at the curious gazes from the other customers."So, where do you want to go next?"

Alec calmly shrugged and took a sip of his drink. "Nowhere in particular. As long as it's not a place where you've been banned-"

"Oh, love, you know I'm not that disliked."

Alec snorted and rolled his eyes, muttering something that sounded vaguely like, "Lunatic Liar."

"Though I wished you hadn't chosen this particular place in the U.S." Magnus commented softly, looking around. Alec raised his eyebrows.

"Why not?"

His companion shrugged. "It's not a particularly friendly place. Lots of bugglars roam around here."

"I thought you lived here once upon a time," Alec said sarcastically, a skeptical look in his eyes. "Is that why you moved?"

"Possibly."

"Don't give me those one-worded answers."

Magnus smiled his cat-like grin. "But you know you like it."

"No, I don't."

"Suit yourself," he exhaled, and stood up from his seat. Alec raised his eyebrows again. "Let's go before some one really steals our things."

"And what if someone already did?"

"I'll use aggression."

True to his words, an item of theirs was stolen when the two got out of the room. Magnus was simply staring at the empty space that was supposed to be their car, and Alec started to worry that he would start something reckless. However, the Warlock just smiled, and turned back into the café with his fingers sparking blue lights. He promptly walked through the door and lit the curtains of a few windows on fire, and the whole room turned to him in shock.

"Okay, here's the deal: My friend and I will order one more cup of coffee, and if our car hasn't been returned by then, I am going to have to do what I did here 97 years ago, and I did not like what I had to do 97 years ago." Magnus had a wicked grin on his face, and a few locals in their seats shifted uncomfortably. He turned back to Alec, who looked not unlike horrified, and ushered him in so they could order their beverage. The curtains, which were clearly ruined, finally sizzled down with a hiss and a cloud of smoke took its place.

Not even five minutes later, Magnus and Alec discovered their vehicle was returned safely, and the Shadowhunter promptly looked suspiciously at his boyfriend, who had a smug smirk plastered on his face. On the road, Alec slowly turned to him, and spoke quizzically, "What did you have to do 97 years ago?"

The smug look was simply wiped out from Magnus' face, and he looked at the road darkly. "I had to walk home."


Okay, I admit, this drabble wasn't completely original. I heard it as a joke that my friend told me a long time ago. But I actually did change many things, so don't hate me too much?

Anyway, here is one sentence I found on the internet that is, apparently, from the City of Lost Souls:


"You stole a boat," she snapped. "What am I doing with you, you boat-stealing lunatic?"


-insert maniac laugh- Doesn't this have Jace written all over it?

So, I know that was really short. It's better than nothing though, I think.