A/N: So, here's the promised second chapter, and I'm sure you're all dying to know how poor Alec is doing, but first, some filler stuff. Promises for good stuff to come! 3 Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments. It belongs solely to the amazingly, amazing Cassandra Clare!

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Jace's footsteps sounded unnaturally loud to him, but maybe it was because he was finally realizing how quiet the Institute was. After hearing Alec's screams, and Lucifer's bellows…the silence was almost eerie. He walked as lightly as he could down the hall towards Isabelle's room, for the first time that he could ever remember, actually a bit nervous. What was he supposed to tell her? I found Alec, but he won't ever be himself again because he's addicted to demon ichor? Yeah. That would go over well. He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair before stepping up to her door, raising his hand ready to knock, and then quiet whispers made him pause.

"Clary," Izzy's voice whispered, "it's not you. He's just…it's thinking about…Alec," her voice cracked slightly, but she kept going, "I don't think he would cheat on you…especially not with Magnus…"

"It's just," Clary's voice sounded tired and dry, as though she had been crying, "he spends all of his time there…and I've heard people talking…he just never sees me anymore."

Jace swallowed hard and knocked on Izzy's door firmly. He heard her boots click across her floor before the door opened.

"Jace," she said in surprise, "um…we're having girl time." Jace glanced past her and watched as Clary stood to her feet with her arms wrapped around herself.

"I know," he said slowly, "but I really need to talk to you." Clary's eyes widened slightly but she hurriedly brushed past both of them and started walking down the hall.

"It's fine Isabelle," she said briskly, "I'll come back another time."

"Jace," Izzy hissed. He cursed himself quietly before running down the hall and grabbing Clary's arm.

"Let go Jace!" Clary yelled. Isabelle's door shut quietly, and Jace frowned.

"I'm not cheating on you," he said firmly, "and especially not with Magnus. How could you even think that?" Clary's cheeks reddened slightly as she looked down at the floor.

"I'm not the only one," she said defensively, "Robert and Maryse-"

"Obviously don't know me as well as I thought you did," he interrupted. He let go of her arm and sighed. "Clary…I've been worried about Alec and…"

"Jace," she said quietly. She looked up at him with pity filled eyes, "I know losing him has been hard for you-"

"He's alive," Jace growled. Clary's eyes widened.

"Fine," she whispered, "I have to go. I'll text you later." Jace sighed as he turned back towards Izzy's room.

"Fine." He heard her sniffle a bit before he heard her running footsteps down the hall and then the creak of the lift doors.

"Izzy," he said as he opened her door without knocking.

"Jace. I know you miss Alec. And I understand! He was my brother too! But poor Clary-"

"Will be fine," he interrupted again, "Izzy I need to talk to you. It's serious." Her eyes narrowed but she plopped down on her bed, idly stroking the snake like whip that was wound around her arm.

"Talk."

"I was with Magnus today-" Izzy snorted and rolled her eyes.

"Look!" he said angrily, "I know you guys are mad at him, but he's the only one who believed me when I said Alec is alive! Izzy, we did a scrying spell and we found him!" Isabelle's eyes widened.

"What? When?" Jace swallowed hard and looked away from her.

"Six months ago," he whispered.

Jace reeled back when he felt the sharp sting of her hand connecting with his cheek.

"Fuck you Jace," she hissed. "Why didn't you tell me?" This time Jace looked at her angrily.

"I tried!" he yelled. "I've tried telling all of you for six months that he's still alive and none of you would listen to me! I went to Magnus because I didn't have anyone else to turn to!" Izzy's eyes widened slightly before she cleared her throat to try and help calm herself.

"Jace," she whispered, "where's my brother?"

"He's with Magnus," he said back quietly.

"I need to see him," she said quickly and made for her door. Jace grabbed her forearm quickly and pulled her back.

"You can't," he rushed, "he's…..he's not well…." Her eyebrows went up.

"Not well? Jace he's been missing for six months! I need to see my brother!"

"Izzy," he grounded out, "don't you remember what happened?" She looked at him confusedly before wracking her brain for all of those times that Jace had said Alec was alive, and he needed their help.

"You said…," she paused, but he nodded for her to continue as he let go of her arm, "he was kidnapped six months ago…"

"Magnus and I just got him back," he whispered. Izzy shook her head in disbelief.

"A demon had him for six months?" she asked incredulously. "Jace that's impossible! No demon would keep anyone alive for that long!"

"Izzy," he said slowly, "he's not the same as he was…I don't think you should go and see him for awhile." Her eyes widened in disbelief.

"You've got to be joking! I'm not going to sit here and do nothing while I know that my brother is alive." Jace's eyes narrowed slightly in anger.

"You mean like you've all been doing for the past six months?"

"That's not fair," she hissed back. Jace began to pace across her room as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Look," he said slowly, "all I'm asking is that you give us…a week to get Alec somewhat normal again…please? Trust me, you don't want to see him right now."

"What's wrong with him?" she whispered. Jace swallowed hard and looked into Izzy's confused and troubled eyes.

"Everything," he admitted, "he's malnourished…and…I just…I can't explain right now. You need to see him first, but I need you to wait a little longer. Please." Isabelle's eyes widened, but she nodded slowly. She knew Jace wasn't one to plead. He never had, and she didn't think he ever would, and hearing that pleading tone from him was more than a bit shocking.

"Fine. I'll wait. But I swear if Magnus-"

"He's only trying to help," Jace whispered, "he still loves him." Isabelle swung around so she was facing her window and nodded.

"Fine."

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Magnus ran his hand through Alec's hair and then let his fingertips trail down his jaw line for the umpteenth time.

"Oh Alec," he whispered sorrowfully as his eyes clenched shut and a tear slipped through. "What has he done to you?" He wasn't counting on Alec waking up for awhile, and to be honest, he was dreading it. With Alec's last reaction to him, he knew the next time would only be worse. At some point, seeing Lucifer's eyes had made Alec think of him, and in that happening, he knew in his heart that every time Alec would see his eyes, he would think of Lucifer. 'What can I do?' he thought carefully. He couldn't change his eye color, but then….He paused and then made his way to the bathroom attached to the guest room. He could. The light turned on upon Magnus's entrance, and he looked at his reflection carefully. It was the cat eyes that were bothering Alec…so. Magnus swallowed hard and then turned away from the mirror and went back to Alec's bedside. How could he change himself? Alec had also heard him say that he didn't love him anymore, granted it had been Lucifer that had said it, but it had been with his voice! He glanced at the unconscious shadowhunter in his bed. Did that mean he wouldn't be able to speak either? He sighed and then walked from the room quietly before turning and placing a spell to alert him of any movement from the space. He didn't want to leave Alec's side, but he had to go speak to someone about his condition. He wanted to make sure that he could make Alec as comfortable as possible.

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I do not believe a warlock's blood has ever been used here…

Magnus bowed his head slightly at the man before him. He had sliced his palm and let the blood drip into the statue's hand as many shadowhunters had done before him; except instead of it opening to allow him entrance, it had emitted a short, piercing wail before a Silent Brother had emerged.

"Hello James," he whispered quietly, "I hope you're well." Brother Zachariah went silent for a moment before nodding his head once.

Magnus Bane. How can I be of service?

"I know you remember me talking to you about Alec," he whispered. Jem remained silent so Magnus continued, "We…that is, Jace and I rescued him, but…I need to know more. He…he can't stand the sight of me…can't handle the sound of my voice…I don't know what to do." Jem cocked his head to the side slightly.

He is alive? After a demon kidnapped and tortured him for six months?

Magnus swallowed hard and nodded.

And…he is addicted to…..

Again Magnus nodded. "When we rescued him, the demon had withheld his ichor for a week, and already Alec's body was eating itself." Jem went silent again, but Magnus could feel that he was thinking.

I was only fed the ichor for a short time…I can only imagine the pain

Young Lightwood is going through…He will need a feeding

More often than I did. My body would begin to eat itself

after about two weeks of no ichor. I suggest

Feeding him every four or five days Magnus.

Magnus nodded.

"Thank you James," he whispered before turning on his heel.

Magnus?

He paused and glanced back at the once silver haired, fair skinned shadowhunter.

You know the only way to save him…

"I know…"

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A/N: Another chapter down! Whew! Lol, almost done though, promises!