Ok, so you guys did send me some very good ideas, and I will use most of them. But first, I just had to put this in there. I got the idea by listening to For Your Entertainment by Adam Lambert. It's basically just a random filler chapter, but oh well!

Enjoy!

(Magnus POV)

"Are you hungry?"

"No." Alec answered almost immediately.

I shrugged and took another piece of pizza from the box on the table. It was vegetarian, my favorite, that I had ordered not ten minutes ago. Alec was still chained up to the chair, although now he was sitting in it, his arm with the hand cuff draped over the armrest.

I sit down in one of the hard wood chair at the table, than pick up Alec's bag, which I had dropped last night when I carried him up.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Alec says when he sees I have the bag. He stands up and tries to come get it, but can't with his hand stuck to the chair. I know he could probably move the chair if he wanted too, but there really wouldn't be a point in that, since I could just get up and walk away.

Alec watches as I open the bag. I pull out the first thing I find. A black laptop. I set it down on the table, and pull a spiral notebook out of the bag. Next comes out a couple of black shirts, some blue jeans, and some black boxers. I'm not sure why, but the article of clothing brings some, at this moment, unwanted images to mind.

The air leaves my lungs as something hits me in the chest. I look and see what hit me lying at my feet. I look back up at Alec.

"Did you just throw your shoe at me?" I say, shocked.

"Well what did you want me to throw at you, the fucking chair?"

I drop the boxers to the floor and reach back into the bag. I pull out a manila folder. Flipping it open, I smile. It's got inside it all the papers Alec stole from us on himself. I set those aside as well, before reaching back in and taking out something I must admit I'm surprised to find. A normal Ipod.

I turn it on and put in one of the headphones. There are a lot of songs on here, some which I have never heard of. As I scroll through, I stop at one song in particular.

Looking up at Alec, I grin. "You like Adam Lambert?"

Alec blushes ever so slightly and nods. "Is there something wrong with that?"

"No. I like him too." I pull the headphones out and detach them from the Ipod before turning the volume up loud enough so we can both hear it. The song playing, Fever, stops a second later, and another Lambert song starts up.

And it's-oh god. The one time I'm alone in a room with the sexiest man I have ever seen who just so happens to be a wanted but maybe innocent man that is also gay, THIS song has to start playing at a volume that we can both hear it. Oh, and it gets better, because that sexy man I mentioned earlier? HE'S FUCKING CHAINED TO A FUCKING CHAIR! What do you think I'm going to start thinking about? That's right. Just what the song wants me to think about.

I quickly change songs.

(Alec POV)

I can't help but grin as Magnus changes the song from For Your Entertainment. He looked a bit uncomfortable for the thirty seconds the song was playing. I get a genius idea.

"Do you not like that song?" I ask innocently.

Magnus looks up at me. "It's not the song I dislike."

I pretend to be upset. "So you don't like me?"

Magnus doesn't answer but turns off my Ipod. He gets up and comes over to me. Squatting down he unlocks the hand cuff from the chair, then stands back up and drags me with him as he goes towards the bathroom.

Inside, he re-cuffs me to the shower head. Magnus then goes and closes the bathroom curtains-were those open while I was taking a shower?-and then leaves. The bathroom door he just pulls shut part of the way.

"Are you really going to leave me in the bathroom?" I yell.

"Yes, so in case you have to use the bathroom, I don't have to worry about taking you in there and then bringing you back out." He replies.

(Magnus POV)

I sit back down at the table. With Alec in the bathroom, I also don't have to worry about him…distracting, me.

I take his laptop and open it, hitting the power button. It takes a minute, but finally boots up. The background screen is a picture of a fat cat. And I mean FAT.

After going through all the folders on the computer, I see that there are no documents or anything what so ever.

I open the internet. I know the hotel has wi-fi, but I don't know if they have a password set for it. Unfortunately for me, they do.

I call the front desk.

"Hello?" I inwardly groan. It just had to be the same guy from yesterday. Doesn't he EVER take a break?

"Um, can you tell me the password so I can use the hotels wi-fi?"

"Oh, sure. I have to come tell you though. We aren't suppose too say it over the phone."

As I wait for the guy to get up here, I get the feeling that this will turn out like the other times I have encountered this guy, both in the lobby, and the doorway to my hotel room.

There's a knock on the door. I quickly go and answer it.

The guy, whose name tag I now see reads 'Fred' hands me a small slip of paper. "Here's the password."

"Thanks, bye!" I say in a hurry, trying to get him out of here before something-

"Magnus!"

Too late.

"Can you please take these hand cuffs off of me? My arm hurts."

Fred looks at me, amused. "You have him hand cuffed? In the bathroom?"

"Yes." I'm really pissed now. Why can't anything just go smoothly for once?

Fred laughs. "Please tell me that his clothes are still on."

I wish I could punch him. "Yes, they are. Now, if you don't mind, I'm busy-"

"Ya, ok. You two have fun!" Fred walks off.

I slam the door behind him. Can't people mind their own business now a days?

Going back over to the laptop, I type in the password. Thank goodness it works. Before I can do anything though, Alec interrupts.

"Hey, I'm hungry."

I groan. "You weren't a minute ago."

"Well that was a minute ago. Now I am hungry."

I bang my head into the table.

"Please don't let me starve. If you want me to die, I would rather jump out that window than starve. Please?"

I pick up the pizza box and go to the bathroom. Alec looks up when I kick the door open. His arm is still stuck hanging from the shower head. I sit the pizza box on the marble sink counter, where Alec an easily reach it.

He smiles up at me. "I knew you wouldn't let me starve."

With a sigh, I say "You can't starve from not eating one meal."

I turn and leave.

"Thank you." Alec says right before I shut the door back.

I love fillers when I'm the one writing them. If it's someone else writing fillers, then I hate them. But this wasn't completely pointless, like so many others in the world of fillers.

I do still need some ideas. I have some, thanks to some wonderful people, but I am going to need some more.