Magnus made his way down the path toward the Faerie court. When the bridge above the moon pool was clearly in sight he stubbed his toe on something. Upon closer inspection he found that something to be a root that looked like a chainsaw had hit it. Something must have had a good deal of frustration to do that, he thought.

The warlock had decided to walk from the subway there, even though he could have easily used a portal to take him immediately under the entrance, but he wanted the air, and time to think. If they were under different circumstances he wouldn't do this. He would have let the damn queen have her fun and Magnus and Alec raise the child like every other regular gay couple, but they were not a regular couple, if you considered a gay couple with one of them actually giving birth to the child regular. Alec was going to die and they were not. He wasn't lying when he said magic was dominant. He had met half faerie half mundane persons before, and all of them had the gift of magic- If you could call magic a gift, because sometimes it could be the end of you- And with magic usually came immortality, and no matter how much he didn't want Alec to have the burden of being immortal, he also didn't want the baby to have to know that he was going to die while they were going to live watching him grow old. He stood at the edge of the moon pool, there were two options a) walk into the pool and get wet or b) portal, and since he refused to get wet and ruin his make-up, he chose b.

Another thing he hated about the faerie court was the waiting. It wasn't even like there was some place to sit. Magnus kicked a loose stone with his still slightly sore toe, and cursed himself. That root had done some serious damage to his shoe and the rough stone didn't help. He looked around the tunnel. The walls, ceiling, and floor were compacted dirt. That was fine if you were a mole rat or a gopher, but you'd think they'd at least get an interior designer one of these days. It wasn't like they couldn't make drywall or some bloody chairs appear out of nowhere- Wait, what the hell was he thinking, he could do that. So with a wave of his hand he spent the next fifteen minutes sitting comfortably in his cushioned chair, looking at a baby's r us magazine. It was quite nice having someone to shop for, other than the one who wouldn't wear anything other than sweaters and dark jeans.

"Warlock Bane." A voice from behind him said. Magnus snapped the catalog away before he turned around. There was no need for him to know what he was reading. "You may follow me now." Magnus stood up and nodded. He snapped the chair away and followed the faerie guard down the passage way and around a few corners the he passed through the entry into the court room.

"Her Highness should arrive in a minute." Said the green haired guard. And here I thought she was waiting for me, Magnus thought. The Court room was definitely much nicer than most of the place. It had a sort of natural glow to it. The door was intricately woven, there were cushiony seats with mahogany tables in front, and the throne was definitely impressive. It was made out of every element. The guard motioned for him to sit in the one up front. Magnus studied the faerie. The way mundanes saw faeries was nothing near as cute and adorable as they really were. Green hair was one thing, but when it was made of leaves and grass, you could see the occasional bug in there, and you could see white roots protruding through his brick colored skin, cute and adorable were not your first thoughts. So as before, he was left to wait. Two minutes later the Queen and her court members entered the room.

Magnus rose and gave a slight bow, "Your Majesty."

She seated herself on her throne. "High Warlock, I Hope your wait was tolerable. I'm sorry for the wait, there was business to attend to. Please make yourself comfortable." He sat back down. "May I inquire as to why you here?" She asked, keeping her face Its normal placid mask.

"You know perfectly well why I am here, Madame." Her eyes narrowed. She did not take kindly to be told what she knows. "With that being said, would you like to continue the conversation with a bit more privacy?"

"Anything said would be kept with-in the court. My members are very loyal to me."

"Yes, but I'm not." He said boldly. There was an intense silence, the faerie and the warlock reading each other's faces. Finally the Seelie Queen turned to the side, her golden dress shimmering in the light, and whispered to the same guard that brought Magnus in. He nodded and motioned for the rest to leave out the same door the queen entered. She turned back to Magnus.

"You have my attention. Use it wisely." She warned.

He leaned forward and chose his words carefully "Did you or did you not give Alexander lightwood the gift to bare children?" He was done with the pleasantries. They weren't going to get him anywhere any time soon.

"It was a possibility. I didn't choose him specifically."

"What do you mean?"

"It could have been either one of you. I assumed the nephilim would have been more… assertive in your relationship. I thought it would be you to carry the fetus."

Magnus was getting a little pissed, but he had to remain stoic. He could see the slight tells that she was disappointed it wasn't him to bare. It would be less trouble for her, in the case she got caught, if it was between downworlders that her trick took place. Games were permitted with-in downworlders, but it was quite frowned upon by the Clave.

"Will this happen again? Is it the last time or do you have some sort of plan to start a breed all its own. Because I'm pretty sure Alec doesn't want to have that many kids."

"I have no need for that. Besides they wouldn't be ale to reproduce anyway. To answer you first question: No, this will be it. This 'gift' is a one time thing. Now if you'd excuse me I have a meeting with some autumn faeries to decide what is happening this fall. It is a very important meeting, and I would prefer not to be late if we are finished here." She started to rise from her seat.

"We are not."

The queen stopped and looked at the warlock's defiant face and sat herself back on her throne. She knew what was coming next and she most certainly did not like it at all.

"Who's to say I don't tell people of what you can do. I know a few warlocks who would enjoy a child with their partner, and would be thrilled to know that you can make it happen." He said with a smug smile painted on his face.

"And who's to say that I'll give it to them?"

He shrugged. Magnus was going to get what he wanted one way or another even if it meant having a powerful enemy. "Even then it would drive some serious, unwanted attention to your court, and words spread from the bottom all the way up to the top. Do you think the Clave would be happy that you could give gay people their own children?" She openly glared at this point. Magnus' smile grew just that much more. He almost had her. All he had to do was bring up something she wouldn't want and that would be it. "You know what the Clave thinks of gayness. It might as well be a disease to them, and you know well enough that sometimes they don't play by the rules."

"You're not naive enough to think that I would believe you to tell what's happening with your nephilim. You'd never let him have more ridicule then he already does from his own kind, for having preferences for men instead of woman, now would you?" She was scraping the barrel now, and Magnus knew it.

"That is true I would not, but I can lie. It's not hard making a fake person up."

"Why wouldn't I tell them they that you were lying" She countered. That was true, but Magnus had an answer for just about every question.

"Because that would be like you giving yourself up, and the possibility of your title, Your Highness." Oh yeah he had her. Had her like he bought her with his own money.

"What do you want, Bane."

"Oh, nothing big, just a wish is all." She had to restrain herself from rolling her eyes. A wish was the only thing she could really give him, other then some type of service, but a wish could turn out disastrous if used or worded wrongly, and her wishes were the most powerful making the possibilities and results greater than most. The Seelie queen had at least thought that far. There was no way for them to have another baby she had made sure of it. The last thing she needed was for more flamboyant warlocks gallivanting around. They had their purpose, but the majority of the time they just wasted their powers on frivolous things. And she told him as much.

"That is not what I want it for, I can assure you, Madame, but I don't want to wish for it just yet."

"Can I assure that this will be kept quite?"

"I swear on the angel that I shall tell no one, excluding my partner and child, of how my baby came to be." The Queen sighed and resided back to her calm façade. She stood from her throne and walked toward the warlock, him following suit. She lifted her arm and opened her fist producing a piece of paper.

"When you have decided to use the wish, write it down and set it on fire then it shall be complete. Good day, Magnus Bane."

"A very good day to you too, your Highness." A grin playing on his face, and with that he left the court and portaled right outside his door. He snapped his hands to unlock his door and stepped in.

"Where were you?" Said Alec from the middle of the open layout floor, "I called a couple times, and you didn't answer."

Magnus fished his phone out of his pocket, and flipped it open. Low and behold there where two missed calls. It also said the time.

"I'm sorry, Dear. I couldn't get reception where I was. I also didn't realize what time it was." The time was slower in the faerie realm. You could be there a few hours and actually be there for a half a day. They had set it up that way. Being immortal can make time seem shorter. What happens in a lifetime is just a chapter for them. It was, indeed, a couple of hours past lunch, so he smiled meekly and walked over to the younger man with his arm spread wide. "Forgive me?" A slight put on his lips. Alec rolled his eyes and walked to his sparkly warlock, he put his arms around Magnus' neck, and Magnus put his arms around the ever growing waist of his shadowhunter. Alec kissed his bottom lip, sucking ever so slightly, making Magnus sigh and deepen the kiss, playing with each other tongues.

"Always." Alec said breathlessly, after they broke apart." I read part of the book you gave me."

"And? Anything helpful?"

The nephilim blushed and looked down. "I really wished there weren't pictures. I knew there was a reason I didn't like woman. It's so weird" He shuddered. Magnus laughed loudly.

"God, Alec, you don't know how funny you are. That wasn't even a joke you meant to tell… and you're blushing so much." He said between laughs, and kissed Alexander's flushed cheeks. Alec smiled at his laughing boyfriend, but made a look of annoyance, and looked back down at his stomach.

"What is it, Alexander, are you alright?" Magnus asked as he sobered up immediately.

"I'm fine. It keeps kicking me." Magnus grabbed his face.

"The baby is kicking, and you haven't told me yet. These are the first movements of its life as a shadowhunter kicking butt, but instead of kicking demons, it's kicking you. You should be proud." He said with total conviction. He pulled Alec over to the couch and sat him down next to himself, and put his arms around his love's abdomen, waiting for some type of movement.

"I should be proud of an abusive baby? Have you ever been kicked from the inside. No you haven't." He didn't wait for an answer." But it only started today. I don't think it'll kick for a while." He said regarding the intent gaze of his boyfriend's stare directed at his stomach.

"I have ho- Oh! It kicked! It really is in there." He said in awe. Like a child learning something new." It seems so much realer now, ya know, like it's less of a thought and more of a person who will be such a major part of our lives. Someone we made together, and get to raise and love and reprimand together. Someone to make us a family. Something I never had before." His voice getting quieter every word.

"Magnus look at me," He complied, "You have me. I'm your family. Family is what you make for yourself and I love you too much for you not to be my family, so don't you think you don't have one."

Magnus leaned up and kissed him sweetly.

"Thank-you, Sweetie, I love you too." He grabbed the nephilim's hand and pulled him up. "Do you want to get some ice cream?"

"Yes, please."