A/N: Well, I'm thinking about doing a Magnus/Alec in the cannon time line after this fic. Do you guys think I shall? Anyways, here's the next chapter! Hope you enjoy! Btw, this chapter is shorter then the others just because it felt like a good place to stop.

Tessa was walking down the halls of the Institute, her night gown brushing softly against the carpet of the institute's floor. Her hair was down and messy, and she wondered what Jessamine would say about her appearance if she was here. Probably just sneer and give some snide remark that Tessa wouldn't really take that seriously. Jessamine...Tessa couldn't figure the girl out. One minute, she hates Tessa. And the next she's offering to take Tessa for a walk in the park. What was going on with that girl?

She stopped as she got to the room that her brother was in, and looked to see if anyone was around. After poking her head in and making sure that one Silent Brother, Tessa forgot his name, wasn't in, she scurried inside. She took a look of the room. It was rather plain. A small bed that her brother was laying on that had white sheets and a cup of tea and a small sandwich that Tessa couldn't help but think that Jessamine probably made herself. Her brother was still asleep though. She sighed as she walked to the chair by the bed and took a sit, grabbing ahold of Nate's hand and holding it tightly. "Some type of mess we got ourselves into, huh Nate?" She asked softly, wondering if what they said about people being in a comas can hear you was true.

Tessa shook her head as she stood up, no longer able to see her brother in such a inanimate state. He was always running around, always had something to do or somewhere to be. It was weird and abnormal to see him this still. Tessa didn't like it. She walked out of the room, closing the door gently and quietly. "So what aids your mind?" She jumped as she heard a feathery soft voice, and turned around.

"Jem! You should know better then sneaking up on people like that." She said, almost accusingly, as she smacked him lighly on the arm. He blinked at her in confusion.

"Actually, Miss Gray, I approached you very loudly for a Shadowhunter. Although with you being a Downworlder, or whatever you are, you don't really have experience in training your ears to hear." Tessa wasn't sure if to be offended by the light haired man's words, since they were technically true. He wore a button down plain white shirt and black slacks. Tessa never saw how men could wear such constricting clothes to sleep. She guessed that they just got used to them after awhile.

"Well, to answer your earlier question, I'm quite worried about that Alec kid. I mean, de Quincy is a old and powerful vampire right? He must have learned a thing or two about how to defend himself." She said and Jem nodded.

"He has," He said, his voice tight and completely serious. "But you have to realize one thing, Tessa. This is what we do for a living. To protect Mundanes from things that they can't even see, much less defend themselves from." Jem said. "Plus, at any point a Shadowhunter can decide to quit being one. We all stay of choice"

Tessa's eyes widened. Why? A life of violence and heartbreak and trials. Who would want that? "But why?" She felt as if she was a little kid, and wondered if Jem thought the same thing. She saw a thoughtful expression come across his mind as he thought about it.

"All for different reasons, Tessa. I stay, because the people at this Institute is my family. And I don't want to see them hurt or killed. If they are killed and I knew that my presence there could have meant them staying safe and coming home, then I'd never be able to live with myself." He said, and Tessa found herself wanting to cry at how selfless Jem really was. "And, like I said. We're protecting people who can't see who the real enemy is."

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On the climb up the chimney, Alec wanted to picture how people thought Santa was fat. This was a lot of work. On the way up there, he noticed that he felt like something was missing. Something...important. But for the life of him, he could not think of what it was. That was, until he noticed that he didn't feel the comforting coldness of his necklace on his throat. Eyes widening, and just reaching the top, he quickly let one hand roam around his throat for it. He wanted to curse and scream, but he knew that would alert the people inside that he was here.

He strained his ears to see if he could hear any noise of coming from the inside of the room that this chimney led to. After hearing nothing, he clumped in and slowly started inching his way down. His heart was pounding, knowing the smallest of noise could mean his death, and he could feel his Power rising up. It was like a warm feeling starting from his heart and inching outward. Ironically, when used the power had the opposite affect.

After getting to the bottom, he gingerly let one foot fall to the floor. He made sure to avoid the firewood as best as he could, not wanting to make any noise. After nothing happened for a moment, he let the other one also come gingerly down. As he ducked out of the chimney, he looked around at the room he was in. He guessed it was the master bedroom, since it was very spacious. It had a blood red theme to it, the walls and carpet both being blood red along with the sheets that covered the bed. There was a open door on the other side of the room that led to a walk in closet that seemed full of clothes and a closed door to what Alec guessed led to a bathroom. The door to the left of him was open and Alec immediately pressed himself to the wall next to it incase anyone decided to walk by and ended up glancing in. Now that he was in, Alec supposed he should think of a plan. He really should have thought of one before he came in. Better late then never, I suppose. He thought.

As he walked into the hallway, he guessed that the whole house had the blood red theme going on. Except the polished floor was marble, something extremely expensive. The hallway had various portraits though, all looking extremely valuable and expensive. Not a single one looked out of place. Alec wondered if all the people on the portraits were previous owners of the house or just random people.

"You know," Alec's blood ran cold at the sound of a voice behind him. He turned around, already knowing who's it was, and saw de Quincy smirking at him as he stood at the far end of the hallway. "It's rude to keep a guest waiting. I could smell you on the roof, boy, even with the rain." Alec cursed vampires and their noses, before getting out one of his Seraph blades. He saw de Quincy's stance shift, and knew that this was going to be one difficult fight.

They both ran at each other, Alec's trained eye able to follow the Vampire's. As de Quincy lunged at him, Alec let his feet fall from under him as his body continued sliding right under de Quincy. He thanked the Angel that they had recently polished this floor. "Nice trick." de Quincy said with a smirk and Alec shook his head.

"Thanks. If you thought that was nice, watch this." He called out the Seraph's blades name and suddenly light poured into the dimly lit hallway. He saw de Quincy wince and shield his eyes, and he took the chance to start running at him. He was almost on top of him, when he felt a sudden pain in the back of his head and went crashing to the floor.

"Sorry honey," He heard the woman's voice. "But we can't have you messing things up." Alec moaned as he was picked up, his eyes closing as he gave into the darkness that started creeping into his vision.

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Magnus frowned as he looked at the necklace, a faint glow indicating the magic that was hidden in the necklace. Now that he looked closely, he noticed them gem wasn't only blue, but somehow it was actually swirling around in it. What is this? Or better yet, whats the point of the colors swirling? Magnus knew that with Magic, everything happened for a reason. These colors swirling meant something, and probably something about Alec.

And that's when it happened.

Suddenly, the colors were the calm blue. Instead, slowly, they turned into a cold aqua blue and started giving off a faint glow. Magnus watched, amazed, as the necklace and the gem started to freeze over, turning into ice before shattering and melting almost instantly.

Alec Lightwood, when you come back you better have some damn answers.

Author's Note: So...yeah. Sorry about taking so long for updating. The necklace is going to be something that has a big impact on the story, mostly Alec and his powers. Anyways, feel free to leave me a lovely review and tell me about how much you loves mes! haha jk jk! But seriously...please review? I get lonely...-sniffles-