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As the days wore on, Magnus thought about Archer's reincarnation theory. It simply wasn't possible, by any magical rule that Magnus had ever heard of. Good souls went to heaven with the angels; bad souls went to hell with the devils. It was a fact as old as anyone could remember, even the oldest warlocks. Excepting the extraordinary case of Jonathan/Sebastian Morgenstern, Magnus had heard few tales of necromancy, and had never attempted it himself.

And even that wasn't strictly necromancy – it was a special spell. So, this reincarnation could not be possible. It was just silly.

To clear his thoughts from the maze they had entangled themselves in following Archer's departure from his apartment, Magnus decided to take a walk. He left his apartment and strolled through the streets of Brooklyn. They didn't look all that different from twenty years ago. The people still rushed around, nobody looking up from their phones or the sidewalk. Everyone had something to do, or somewhere to be.

Magnus didn't. He had no clients that day. He hadn't for a long time, he realized. They stopped coming around after awhile. It was a miracle he still retained his position as High Warlock of Brooklyn. Probably, he only still had it because he was the possessor of the Book of the White. That would probably be powerful enough to make even a lesser warlock a High Warlock.

Snapping out of his thoughts for a moment, he looked around, and realized that he was at the same entrance to Central Park that he had been at when he first met Archer. It really was weird, the way his thoughts kept coming back to the mundane.

Mundane. Magnus frowned. Something wasn't adding up. He had bought Archer's explanation of his shadow world knowledge, as he knew of other mundanes with similar situations. However, there was something else Archer had done, something that had slipped his mind at the time, something that really wasn't possible for a mundane to do.

Magnus cast his thoughts, once again, over Archer's past visit, and gasped.

The pentagram.

Archer, a mundane, should not have been able to be teleported into the pentagram. He should have burned up, as a pentagram couldn't hold anyone who didn't have –

Demon's blood.

Magnus sat down on the bench at the entrance to the park. It was the very same bench he had cried on, that night that seemed so long ago now, but he wasn't thinking about that. He pulled out his phone and dialed Archer's number.

Archer picked up on the first ring. What was he doing, sitting by his phone waiting for Magnus to figure it out? He had to have known, all this time. Having demon's blood – being a warlock, was something you knew from the day you could think for yourself.

"Hello?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" Magnus demanded. "That isn't just something you leave out of a conversation!"

A sigh was heard from the other end of the line. "Where are you? We need to talk in person."

Well, Archer was certainly straightforward. He didn't waste time asking Magnus what he was talking about. It was actually quite endearing – stop that!

"The same place as before," Magnus said, and then hung up. Now was not a time to be petty, but he couldn't help feeling like Archer should figure out a riddle for a change. Hopefully, it would take him a while, in which case Magnus could think things over more logically, without his thoughts being crowded by improbable reincarnation theories.

No sooner had this idea been set upon than a Portal opened right next to the bench, and Archer stepped gracefully out of it. Magnus jumped up, ready to tell Archer what he thought of people who deceived him, when Archer started to speak.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I wish I had told you from the beginning. I didn't want you, or I, to have false hope about where – where this could go. I know I look like Alec. I was scared that you would only like me for that, and that you knowing who – who I really am would make me seem like an idealized version of Alec. I didn't want to hurt you when you found out that I'm not."

Magnus didn't know what to think. He didn't know what to believe.

"I really like you," Archer breathed, moving closer, and looking remorseful. However, his expression turned when Magnus didn't move away. "A lot."

His eyes didn't have a glamour on them, now. The wandering thought consisting of why couldn't I see through that glamour before was quickly banished from Magnus' head when he saw that Archer's eyes matched his own, only – blue.

Blue cat eyes.

Magnus leaned over, just enough to press their lips together.

Because this – this was hope beyond anything ever felt before.

This hope had potential to become love – love that could not be torn apart by the years.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed JAnd no, it isn't over. Not even close. There's still more of Archer to be revealed, wink wink.