Whats up guys? You know what, don't answer that, because you can't. I just started reading the Throne of Glass series and I am on Queen of Shadows. Raise your hand if you loved these books! *Raising hand super high* But you're not here for that. You're here for my first all Malec chapter! Without further ado, onto the story! Enjoy!

Magnus:

I woke up the morning after Clary beat Jordan into a pulp to a warmth at my back. I smiled to myself, turning around in bed to look into Alec's open eyes.

"How long have you been up Alexander?" I asked him, a blush creeping up his neck.

"Only a few minutes. But you looked so peaceful," he said, kissing my forehead.

I beamed, so glad that I had taken that flyer off the bulletin board at that diner to come here. I wouldn't have met my amazing boyfriend otherwise.

Even though I had immediately had a crush on him when I had come, I had been slightly wary, because it was unnerving to date someone who could read your mind, but when we finally talked about this, he immediately showed me how to shield my mind.

It hadn't been very hard, but I don't think I could ever convery how much it meant to me that he would do that for us.

"We're going to get yelled at if we don't go out there soon. Plus, I don't want to leave Jordan and Clary alone, since Jace is gone for the day," I said to Alexander.

He looked more alert at that. "Jace is gone? Where?" he demanded.

I put a hand on his chest. "He just went to give an in person progress report to the Senator. Clary couldn't leave because of her parents, and she trusted him to do it," I explained, repeating what Jace had told me late last night as I was going to my room.

Our room, I reminded myself, looking at the room that Alexander and I shared. We had moved into his room a few days after we made our relationship official.

That thought had me smiling as Alec climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on a moment later.

I managed to get out of the warm bed, and because I has showered last night, I put on my clothes, an extravagant outfit that I had picked out last night in my head.

Just as I was finishing getting dresses our intercom beeped twice, the signal that I was being summoned to the war room to talk with someone. Probably Clary, she had been wanting my help with a new set of gear.

I wrote out a quick note for Alexander, who was still in the shower before leaving the room, shutting the door behind me.

Alec:

I turned the shower off, grabbing my towel and drying myself off. Then I slipped into the clothes that I had brought into the bathroom with me.

When I emerged, clean and ready to go to breakfast with Magnus, there was no one in the room.

I walked over to the bed, where there was a note. From Magnus. I could tell because only he called me Alexander.

Alexander,

I was beeped into the war room. Don't wait for me, Biscuit and I have some extensive talking to do, that may or may not involve an exorbitant amount of coffee and tea. XOXO,

Magnus

I smiled as I read his note, laughing when he called Clary biscuit. I hd just tossed it in the wastebasket in the corner of the room when Magnus' phone buzzed with an incoming message.

Thinking he forgot it in hi rush I grabbed it and was going to bring it to him, or at least slip it under the door, when I caught sight of the message notification that had alerted me to the phones presence.

It was from someone named Camille. The message, from what I could see, said: Maggy, honey. I have a gala to attend tonight, and we always have looked so deliciously… good together. It will be just like old times.

I think if someone walked into the room they would think I was having a heart attack. In reality, I only felt like there was steam pouring out of my ears as I reread the message.

Just like old times? Magnus was with this woman? I had known he was bi, and had been with many people before, but to actually see someone he was still talking to..

Was he still talking to Camille? It seemed like they were quite familiar, because who uses ellipses with someone they weren't close with over text?

I scrolled down through his old notifications, the ones that had gone away after he looked at them, feeling like a terrible boyfriend, but unable to stop. Each scroll made my heart plummet in my chest as I saw more and more from Camille.

There were pictures she had sent him with her in racy clothing, or no clothing, and these made my spirits drop even lower. I may not have had the best judgement when it came to pretty women, but even I could tell that Camille was drop dead gorgeous.

Why would Magnus pick me over her?

And there was more, more snapchat streaks being sent, and more instagram likes and comments with lots of hearts. It didn't look very one way, it looked like Magnus was reciprocating each of these things.

I felt like crap for looking, but after having looked, I felt even worse. I was just a side fling. I think.

But how could I ask Magnus? Like, hey I looked through your notifications, who the hell is Camille?

I didn't think that would go over well. And I wasn't sure that I wanted to draw that line in the sand with Magnus, even if he was cheating, as weak as that sounded.

I loved him, I truly did. I had known it from the moment I had first talked to him, and here he was with Camille.

The thought shattered my heart into a thousand pieces.

Magnus:

A few hours later, I walked out of the war room, Clary finally happy with my designs, and I made my way to the training room, where I could hear the twang of a bowstring as Alec practiced his archery.

"Hello Alexander," I greeted him, grinning at the sight of his bare torso.

I expected him to turn around and greet me back, but he just tightened his jaw and ignored me, firing a few more arrows at the target.

"Alexander?" I asked, worry evident in my voice.

And he snarled at me. Snarled. "You don't get to call me that."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, taking a few steps closer.

He whirled on me. "Camille texted. Shouldn't you be getting ready for a gala?" he growled.

I blanched. I had never seen him this angry before. And how did he know about Camille?

"What do you know about Camille?" I demanded.

"I know that you two are more than just friends. I know that she's gorgeous, and not afraid to show you her body. I know that you've been doing the same things back," he said, his voice going from raging to scary calm, the kind that you only got when there was a guarantee of violence.

"I don't know what you think you know, but it's not like that," I whispered, saddened beyond belief. I could piece together what had happened now. Camille must have texted me, and Alec had seen it, and then, his curiosity getting the better of him, he had gone through my old notification and seen all of the conversations with Camille.

And then I got even sadder. She's gorgeous. Alec would have seen the pictures she sent me. I could practically hear his thought process. Already having thought that he wasn't good enough, but happy to no end with me. Then he sees my crazy ex sending all of these things, and it looked like I had been sending them back. Now he thinks the only good thing was a sham, and that it was because he wasn't good enough. And it probably didn't help that Camille is a knockout.

"Alexander. Yes, I used to date Camille. But I ended that long before I joined this team. But she's what you call… clingy," I explained to Alec, the desperation evident in my voice. "I swear to you Alexander, I love you. I would never do that to you," I said, choking up.

This one boy, who I had known for a matter of a month, had somehow become the most important thing in the world to me. And losing him… that scared me more than I thought possible.

"I love you Alexander. Please, believe me," I pleaded with him, very aware of the unabashed tears rolling down my cheeks.

"You love me?" he asked, like he couldn't believe it.

"Yes. More than anything," I told him, being honest.

"I love you too Magnus, to whatever end. But I don't know what to believe," he said, breaking my heart with the despair in his voice.

Then he turned on his heel, his bow long forgotten, and walked out, leaving me crying in the training room.

Alec:

I walked out of the training room, looking for Izzy. She always knew what to do in these situations.

I hadn't lied to Magnus. I loved him. But he also hadn't told me about Camille, which meant he was capable of lying to me, so I wasn't sure who to trust.

I finally found Izzy in her room.

"I need love life advice," I said simply to her.

I think her responding squeal was heard across all five boroughs.

"What do you need? Clothing advice? Kissing advice? Other advice?" she asked, way to excited, wiggling her eyesbrows.

"No, no one of that. I need advice on how to tell if someone is being honest," I said. Then I continued to explain everything that had happened today.

First she said nothing, she just hugged me. Then, "I'm so sorry Alec. I can't believe Malec sank!"

"What?" I asked.

"Your ship name. Magnus plus Alec is Malec. And your ship is sinking, meaning fighting, or breaking up. But I think I have an idea on how to keep this ship afloat," she told me.

"I think you've been spending too much time on Tumblr," was my response.

She waved me off. "No such thing. But…" she trailed off, looking like she was taking my measurements.

"I have a good plan. Well, it could be a terrible plan, but at least it's a plan," she said, shrugging.

"Explain."

So she did. Izzy wanted me to go to the gala, as Magnus, using some of the high tech equipment Simon and Clary had designed to make me look like him. Then, basically, I would see what happened with Camille.

"This is a terrible plan," I noted when she finished.

"But all the fun plans are. Plus, I get to make you play dress up this way," she squealed again, her eyes glinting mischievously.

What had I gotten myself into?

Ugh. I hate Camille so much. Either way, I am clapping to myself for updating on time again! Till next time! Bye!