I: This is the last chapter! I still don't own anything.

Magnus: She learned to do the disclaimer alone!

I: Really funny.

Magnus: I know!

The bright sunlight stung in my eyes. I groaned, trying to shift position, but something prevented me to do it. It actually took me a couple of seconds to figure out what it was. Or rather, who it was.

I opened my eyes slowly to see the sleeping form of Alexander wrapped in my arms.

He really was the most beautiful thing I had seen in my eight hundred years of living, and I almost couldn't believe he was mine, that I actually had married him less than twenty-four hours before. His midnight hair was disheveled, contrasting against the pale marble of his skin. The blue eyes I loved so much were closed in peaceful slumber. His lashes were long, almost girly, his lips were curved in the softest of the smiles, and he clung to me like his life was depending on it.

My heart clenched at the sight of his face. It was serene, sweet, innocent. Pure. And I loved him. I loved him so much I was afraid my heart would burst out of happiness. And I never wanted this to end. And now I had the chance to…

No. I couldn't ask this from Alec. Watching your beloved ones grow old and die while you remain unchanged, forever young… All I can say is that it hurts. After a couple of centuries, most people are already begging for death. I had, too. When I was alone, scared, and when I was convinced Metis had died. I'll never admit that to her, but my sister had been a great comfort for pretty much all my life. I couldn't imagine how the ones who truly were alone must have felt… Could I put Alexander, my sweet, loving, beautiful Alexander trough all that pain?

But he won't be alone. He'll have you., whispered a voice in the back of my mind. I ignored it, carefully sliding out of bed. Alec whimpered and shifted, hugging my pillow close, burying his face in it. I was pretty sure I had heard him murmur my name.

I turned my back to him, searching the room for the suit I had been wearing the night before. When I found it, I took the paper with the rune out of the pocket. I observed it for a moment or two, loosing myself in the intricate black lines. They held my future. Mine and Alexander's.

I closed my eyes, not bearing to look at it further. I got dressed almost absentmindedly, leaving my hair down. Then I headed to the kitchen. I could at least conjure some breakfast for the me and Alec. And then maybe clean around a bit. I still though that it was pretty useless, but Alec always cleaned up. If I did, he wouldn't have to.

When I got into the kitchen, I heard the little, annoying voice again. It was Clary's present to both of you. You should at least ask Alec about it.

You know he'll accept, he wouldn't deny you that., said another voice.

My brain was seriously getting overpopulated.

Magnus, you've always been selfish. Why change now?

Alec's more important than that!

But you'll hurt him too! He'll have to grow hold with a forever young warlock! How do you think he'll feel?

And what about watching his family die? Won't that hurt him?

"Shut up! Both of you!", I screamed, startling even myself. Alec rushed in the room in top three seconds. Shadowhunters really did have a short reaction time.

"Magnus? Is something wrong? Why did you scream?", he asked, his eyes wide. I smiled softly, reaching over to hug him. I placed a gentle kiss on the top of his head. "Nothing's wrong, honey. I just wanted to make the voices go away."

Alec didn't reply. I guess he lived long enough with me not to worry about my complete and utter madness. He relaxed in my embrace as I run my hands up and down his back. The cloth under my hands was cool and smooth, like silk.

But Alec didn't own silk shirts. I pulled back a bit to actually look at him for the first time since he had walked into the room. The shirt he wore on his boxers was too tight for his muscular chest and definitely too long. "Alec, it's my shirt you're wearing.", I realized. He blushed crimson, avoiding my gaze. "Well… you know… I heard you scream, and I… I didn't really… pay attention to… to what I was wearing…", he stuttered. I laughed, shutting him up with a kiss. I wrapped my arms around him again, holding him tight against my chest. "You're too cute for your own good.", I murmured into his hair.

Alec smiled sweetly up at me. "You love me that way.", he paused, "So what are we having for breakfast?"

I grinned. "Everything you want, Mr., Bane"

Alec rolled his eyes. "Actually, it would be, Mr. Lightwood-Bane."

I sighed, reaching over so I was hugging him from behind. "Alec?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

He laughed, detangling himself from me. "You conjure something, I set up the table, alright?"

I didn't answer. This could be something we'd do for the rest of Alec's life. And a part of me wanted so bad for it to be that way. But the other, bigger part of me thought it wasn't enough. It wanted it to be for so much longer than just one, single mortal life. It wanted this to be forever, no matter the price to pay. I cleared my throat. "Alec, we need to talk."

His face fell. "Magnus? Is something wrong?"

I just did my best to smile. "No, honey, nothing's wrong." I took the rune from my pocket, gingerly unfolding the paper, and handed it over. Alec took it slowly, his brow furrowing. "It's a rune that makes you immortal.", I explained.

Alec's face immediately broke into a grin. "Mag, it's wonderful! All our problems are solved!" He began to quickly unbutton his shirt, exposing his chest. He drew his stele from his pocket, regarding the rune closely. He motioned to lay the stele on his skin, but I moved forward, taking hold of his wrists. "Alec, wait. This is a huge decision. If you change your idea later, there won't be anything you'll be able to do."

"But I won't!", Alec almost yelled, "You are the one I love most in the world, all I want is to spend eternity with you. Please…"

I slowly loosened my grip on his wrists. I was still worried. I was afraid he would regret this later. Alec carefully drew the rune on his chest, directly above his heart. He winced once or twice, his free hand clutching his shirt. He actually trembled once and he had to lean on the counter for support. I immediately rushed to his side, taking him into my arms. "Alec, honey, what's wrong? Are you hurt?", I whispered desperately, kissing his hair softly. He looked up at me, his eyes clouded. His breath was coming in sharp pants, his face was pale, angry red flecks around his eyes and on his cheeks. "I'm fine, Mag, it just hurt a bit. Nothing unbearable." He smiled, but I could tell he was pretending. He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine as my grip on him relaxed, one hand resting on his waist, the other stroking his back.

I was pretty sure that the Clave wouldn't appreciate this, when they found out. Robert would like it even less. We'd have to deal with it soon enough, we'd have to prove our point, to defend our love from them. It wouldn't be easy. It was going to be a hard, nearly impossible task.

But I had Alec. Truly had him, then and there, and forever. And that was enough. More than enough.

Forever…, I savored the sweet taste of those seven, glorious letters. I definitely liked the sound of that.

As long as I had Alec in my arms, the rest of the world could wait.

I: So that's it. This is over. Thanks to everyone who read this, who reviewed, who put me in his favorites or any kind of alerts. I read every single review, and every single alert/favorite and I was glad for all of them. Don't stop giving me your opinion now! How was it? Did you like it? How much? I'd love to know.

Magnus: Just because this is the last chapter (and because Jinxed Ink forced us), you'll get goodbye from me and Alec, too.