AN: New chapter! Yay.

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Now, on to the chapter!

I woke up stuck to the floor of my bathroom,an empty bottle still clutched loosely in my hand. Peeling myself up I managed to make my way out of the bathroom without catching sight of what was sure to be a horrible reflection. Not that I went very far. I only managed to make it to my bed before collapsing on top of it. This only made it worse though because I could smell him. I could smell the sandalwood soap we shared intertwined with something akin to vanilla and that almost sweet scent that shadowhunters all had. It all mixed together to create my favorite scent in the world: the scent of the man I loved. The scent of the man who's heart I had broken.

Just as I started to sob again I heard the shrill sound of my phone buzzing against one of my metal belt buckles. I didn't want to deal with people right now, I just wanted to be alone to wallow in my self-induced misery. The phone buzzed three more times before going to voice-mail, then Jace's voice came over the line. But it wasn't his normal calm and collected tone that I heard. He was panicked.

"Magnus? Magnus, damnit, I need you to answer. Something…something's really wrong with Alec. We haven't been able to find him or track him all night and we couldn't get a hold of you either and then he finally answered about half an hour ago and…" There was a pause as he took a shaky breath, "and he finally answered and he said you two broke up but there's something else going on with him, I know there's something else going on and I think he's in danger and just…just can you please pick up? I need to find him and we've tried everything we can think of already. Please. Magnus. Even if you guys did break up, just please help me find him before something happens."

I sat up and reached out, flipping the phone open as he continued talking, "What do you mean you know something else is wrong?"

"I-I,"He spluttered for a second, apparently caught of guard by me finally answering. "I just do, Magnus. I can feel it through the runes we share. He's not in pain, not physically, but…I don't know. It's like…he feels terrified. That's the only way I can describe it. And when I talked to him half an hour ago I could hear it in his voice to. Just please help us find him Magnus. I know you don't owe us anything, but we…I don't know where else to go. I can't lose him. I can't lose another brother."

I was silent for awhile, a hundred terrible things racing through my mind. Had Mammon found him? Had Mammon hurt him?

"No." My inner voice reasoned, "If Mammon found him then how did he answer Jace's call half an hour ago?"

"Maybe Mammon put him under a controlling spell…" I answered internally.

"Mammon isn't that strong, not right now. Not after using all that power to try and kill you."

"Magnus? Magnus are you there?" Jace's voice came over the line, pulling me away from my internal verbal civil war.

"I'll track him and call you back." I clicked the phone shut before he could answer and stood up, taking a few steadying breaths as my head spun. "Okay. Hangover cure, then you can track your wayward boy…ex-boyfriend."

Stumbling into the kitchen I gulped down a potion to take away the self-induced hang-over, leaning heavily against the sink as it worked. One side-effect of the hangover that I was sad to see go was the inability to think. I didn't want to think right now. I didn't want to imagine what could be happening to the love of my existence. And yes, he was the love of my existence. "Love of my life" didn't really cover it when I'd lived a hundred lives or more. I'd had loves of my life before, but they were just that: the love of one life, easily discarded and forgotten when I moved on to a new life. But not Alexander. No. I would never forget him no matter how many more lifetimes I lived. I would never not love him. He was the love of my existence, not of my life.

The last shreds of the hang-over fell away and I stood, looking around my apartment for something to track him with. I finally settled on a blood-stained t-shirt from a few weeks ago that had been chucked to the bottom of the hamper and forgotten due to both of us hating doing laundry. Taking a deep breath I murmured the spell, holding the shirt tightly in my hand as I tried to make sense of the images that flickered on the backs of my eye-lids. What I was getting wasn't clear, probably because of what-ever measures were put in place to keep him from being trackable at least by runic methods. I saw darkness, not black but like a poorly lit room. Bricks. Chipped paint. A glint of silver. Graffiti.

"The subway tunnel!" I exclaimed, eyes opening again. "But which subway tunnel…" I mumbled, running a hand back through my hair and staring at the shirt as if it would just start talking and give me all the answers.

Closing my eyes again I called the images back, hoping to see something that would give me a clue as to his exact location. And then I got a flash of not just what was around him, but what he was actually seeing. A little girl covered in blood and grinning ear to ear, a suited arm draped around her shoulders. My father's arm. I wanted to scream. And then I saw it: the subway platform number that had faded almost completely away visible just over my father's shoulder.

Dropping the shirt I raced out of the apartment, hoping I could get there in time.

AN: I'm sorry this chapter is a tad short. I had a lot of fun with it though, specifically the part about Alec being Magnus's eternal love. For some reason that part just really sticks with me.

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