A/N: Hey! I'm alive! My next story I wright I am going to make sure that I am a few chapters ahead before I start posting. Anyway, I hope you like this following chapter!

Disclaimer: I am too much of a scatter brain to own anything amazing and remember it the next day.

Enjoy!

It is the morning when Alec finally convinces Izzy that he is fine, and she reluctantly goes back home. She didn't pester him at all about his time with Magnus after the phone call from Maryse. She simply stayed in his company and kept an eye on him. Alec is grateful to Izzy for being so caring of him, as always, but he really just needs sometime to figure things out. He knew from the beginning he wouldn't go through with marrying Lydia, but time is running out to fix all of this. Alec thinks about how he is going to tell his parents that he will not be going through with the marriage, and everything leads back to telling them about Magnus.

Alec can feel his stomach turn as he considers his parents' reactions when… if he tells them about Magnus. He recalls the day where Maryse slapped him and the fury blazing in his father's eyes as they overheard him talking to Izzy. The boy can feel himself sinking into feelings he has been trying to swim away from, and a burning itch to fall back into patterns he is trying to break.

No, not again. I can't put Izzy through this again. I need to be stronger than this. But I need control over this scraping feeling inside. I don't want to lose myself. I can't do this alone. I shouldn't have pushed her away. I can't beat this alone. I can't…I… I need help.

The boy's breathing is haggard and unstable. His body is folded over itself, rocking slightly, and trembling as shivers roll down the spine. The boy grips his leg with the tips off his fingers trying to resist the need to digs his nails into the skin. Frustration overcoming his senses, the boy cries out and pounds the cushion of the couch with his free hand. He can't resist much longer on his own and he knows it. Not moving the hand latched to his leg, he reaches inside his pocket and grabs hold of his phone.

_ooOoOoo_

Magnus is finishing styling his hair, a towel still wrapped around his waist after a long shower. He is just about to do his makeup when his phone starts to call out to him. He grabs it from its perch on the ledge that expands out from under the mirror. The name on the screen reads 'Alexander' and he smiles at the welcome interruption.

"Hello Alexander," Magnus' voice is a low purr. However, he quickly comes to realise that Alec isn't calling for a session of flirtation.

"M-Mag-," Alec is having a hard time breathing, choking on the overflowing emotions of his attack.

"I will be right there. Hang on."

'K-k." Alec hangs up the phone, leaving Magnus with a silent line.

Magnus runs out of the bathroom, into his bedroom, and shimmies his way into the first set of clothing he can grab. His heart is racing with concern for Alexander, as if the number of heartbeats can cover the distance between them. He takes one quick look in the mirror out of habit, sees himself in sweatpants and an old band T-shirt, but can't be bothered about his appearance, even without makeup, when Alexander needs him.

Magnus sprints to Alexander's apartment, not wanting to indulge a moment's grace. Magnus runs up the steps to the front door and tries the handle before even bothering to knock. He finds the door unlocked and enters the apartment slowly, feeling the shift in atmosphere.

Alec's apartment is poorly lit, the table side lamps are on, but the windows haven't been relieved of their shades from where they rest at night. Magnus' gaze focuses on the figure hobbled over on the couch.

Magnus walks over to the figure, quickening his speed again. He does not dare to run in fear of startling the boy. Magnus stops in front of the trembling boy, and kneels down to match his eye level, that is if the boy were to look up. Magnus starts to slowly reach out for the feeble mass, but stops his hand midway as his eyes catch sight of the white-knuckled hand bruising into the boy's leg with something wet dripping onto and then down the back of his hand, only to pool and roll off. Tears. Making their way down from his hidden face.

Magnus forgets his careful approach, throwing himself on the other boy. His long arms wrapping around the other's shivering back. He could feel the boy beneath him stiffen, then with little to no warning, lurch to wrap his arms around Magnus in return. Magnus strokes his hair, attempting to bring comfort.

"Alec," he whispers and kisses the top of his head.

The boy squeezes tighter in return. His body trying, unsuccessfully, to fight the tremors erupting as emotions spring their attacks. Magnus squeezes the boy tighter as if that will physically push the bad emotions back into hiding. He doesn't have it completely right though. It is true the boy is being hit by overwhelming emotions, and at first they were negative, but now he is overtaken by an ascended level of appreciation for Magnus. A swirling bundle of joy and relief that someone is there for him, a someone he let in when he most needs it, but a small braided blade made up of disbelief, doubt, and lack of self confidence remains prickling at the more desirable bundle of emotions.

They stay like that for what must have been just short of an hour. Both now feeling sleepy from emotions running high for such an extended length of time. It is Alec who breaks through the drowsy spell, or at least his stomach does as it gives an angry growl. He didn't end up eating much today after all. Magnus gives a low chuckle and pulls away a little to look at him. He gives Alec a peck on the lips then stands and heads for the kitchen. Alec being paranoid about people going into his kitchen, thanks to his beloved sister, is quick to follow.

Alec sits at one of the stools at the long kitchen counter and watches Magnus curiously, cautiously letting him take reign of the kitchen. Magnus pulls food from the fridge, some hamburger meat and various vegetables. Magnus looks around the kitchen and finds the cutting board, and starts working away at a meal.

Merely half an hour later. Magnus places two plates of grilled veggies and homemade hamburgers. He smiles smugly as Alec stares at the presented food in awe. Alec picks up the burger and unconsciously licks his lips before taking the first bite, which Magnus finds absolutely adorable. Magnus continues to watch Alec eat as he waits for either approval or disappoint towards the meal he has prepared.

"Wow."

"What," Magnus asks, eyes widening.

"This is the best burger I have ever had." Alec says then gives a goofy grin to Magnus, which Magnus is quick to return.

Magnus face turns to a more somber one though as his thoughts dash to the image of him finding Alec trembling on the couch.

"Will you tell me?" Magnus is a bit worried to pry. He wants to keep this moment serene, but he can't just pretend that everything is perfectly fine either.

"Tell you what," Alec asks, obviously puzzled.

"What triggered your attack earlier." Magnus watches Alec's face fall, and he feels his own stomach drop in return.

"Oh." Alec looks down at his food once more, but makes no movement towards enjoying any more of it. He then lets out a long sigh to steady himself. Magnus can see Alexander's shoulders slump slightly. "Mar-my mother called yesterday. She rescheduled the marriage meeting."

Magnus can feel his blood slow and freeze. His jaw clenched, forcing him to talk through his teeth. "How long?"

"A month," Alec answers emptily.

Magnus feels the need to nod, but no motion is to be conjured for several moments. Why couldn't thing just be easy for once? Magnus sighs and with it releases the motion of the nod. They will figure something out, one way or another.

I know this chapter isn't very long, but I have the next chapter already written! look at me doing good lol.

Next Chapter:

Dinner with is Izzy? Wait Izzy is cooking?! Sound the alarms and get Malec out of there!

Until next time,

PinkFyulongDragon