Special Note: Not all chapters are connected. I will say so if they are. If I do not then assume that they are a stand-alone one-shot.

G is for Gone

Magnus bit his bottom lip, eyes straining hard to concentrate. There was a wetness in them and a bitter taste in his mouth that made him want to back away and just run away from all of it. But no, if he did that then all would be lost. Instead, he gathered energy into his hands and watched as they glowed an electrifying blue.

And then tried hard not to shudder at the color. This was going to be too hard. There were reasons why Mundane hospitals didn't let relatives treat wounded family. But that was no good reason for him to abandon this. Instead, with his resolve tucked in tight and his determination burning like the flames that once burned with life inside of him, he set forth into his healing.

"Slow down, Isabelle. I can't understand what you're saying." Magnus sighed, dropping a pencil of eyeliner onto his dresser. Isabelle was frantic over the phone.

"Magnus! It's Alec-" She was out of breath, and Magnus wasn't sure if that was a good thing or bad thing. But then she choked on a sob and he stilled. "Please, Magnus."

Behind him he could hear Isabelle's nails digging into the wall, could hear them as she raked it down. He could even smell blood, could taste it. That was what was bitter. A bitter and metallic taste.

"Jace!" Isabelle called and Magnus tilted his head in the universal sign of 'Get the hell out while I bring your brother back from the dead' to the both of them. Clary pulled Jace out into the hall and Isabelle tripped over her boots. It was a horrible day when Isabelle Lightwood tripped.

As Magnus worked, trying hard to will his eyes to stay dry, trying hard to push back every ounce of emotion that flooded through him. It would do nobody any good if he broke down and started to clutch at Alec's body. It would do him no good to cry and give up. Who else would help? Who else could come within a second after the call? Nobody else but him.

"Clary! Jace, get Clary!" Alec shouted, shoving Clary aside. Her leg gave in and she toppled into Isabelle's arms. Jace looked straight at them, at Clary defeated, and then grit his teeth.

"Jace!" Isabelle hissed from behind Alec. She was struggling to keep Clary up, struggling not to move the redhead around too much lest she started to bleed like Niagara Falls. But Clary was still gripping her blade, her teeth biting into her bottom lip to prevent herself from crying out in pain.

And just when Jace had stepped back, his third blade embedded in the demon's back – that's when it happened. Clary had righted herself up and would've gone at the demon if it were not dying already. She wiped a sleeve across her forehead, wincing as she hit a sore-spot.

Isabelle was coiling her whip around her arm, Jace heading over to Clary. And Clary was the only one who saw it. Saw how Alec stopped to grab his stele. Saw how the Greater Demon's claws raked across his chest, sending him flying.

She was the first who screamed. And then Jace was on the demon, Isabelle kicking into hard-drive, her whip out in a second and lounging at the demon.

"Just breathe," Magnus whispered, bending down to wipe the blood off of Alec's pale features. "Alexander, it's not nice to fool around. Now let me see those baby blues,"

Alec's only response was the rising and falling of his chest, and it was enough for Magnus. Enough to realize that there would be nothing else scarier than the thought of losing Alec Lightwood. Nothing else would compare.

"You're okay now." Magnus went on, fingers brushing the locks of hair that clung to Alec's face that was coated in his blood. "You…You have a very bad problem with body heat. You're freezing. But let me hold your hand. I'll warm you back up."

He took Alec's hand in both of his and brought them to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss there. He leaned forward into Alec's bloodied body and felt the blood that soaked the mattress soak his cheek. Felt how it carried the tears down to his chin. He could taste it again. His throat went dry and his heart stopped as felt the last of Alec's breathing.

"One more time," He murmured into their locked hands. But Alec's hand was cold and limp in his own burning ones.

Gone was the heat, gone was the fire that once burned inside him, that once made those blue eyes shine brighter than anything else in the dark. Gone was the greatest joy of Magnus's life.

"I love you," Magnus opened his eyes and tried to smile at the face of his one great loss. "Can I hear it one last time, Alec?"

I'm not ready for death. So I'll just accept your death-threats and be on my happy-writing-way to H.

Reviews and maybe a pat on the back would be nice...I mean, I held off angst this long.