A/N: Hello lovelies! My, it has been quite some time…Sorry. Senior year of high school is busy. Anywho, enough excuses and babbling. Enjoy your chapter and review pretty please!

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Stumbling legs carried Alexander to the gates of Idris. His mind was foggy and he struggled to keep his eyes open, but he refused to stop. He couldn't stop. No, not now. He places a shaking hand on the gate before him, his body slumping to the ground as he did so. A soft hum spread through his palm and the locks of the gate clicked free. He could hear other nephilim running to him immediately recognizing one of their own.

"Are you alright?" a man asked as he aided Alec into a sitting position. "Someone help me get him inside! He's hurt!"

Alec shook his head, "The Clave. I need to speak to the Clave."

"You're injured. You need to rest and get treated. Here, let me give you an iratze—"

Growling lowly in his throat, Alec looked directly into the Shadowhunter's concerned eyes. "My name is Alexander Lightwood. Take me to see the Clave. Now. I know where Jonathan Morgenstern is. And I know he is going to attack the city."

Realization dawned in the man's eyes as he swallowed briefly. "Let's get you to the Clave."

oooOOOooo

Jonathan watched with delight as his army gathered below him. Magnus was easily subdued with his lack of magic while Jace had put up more of a fight and had to be restrained further. Jonathan smirked as he gave the signal for his soldiers to go forward to Idris. Yes, today was the day that Idris would fall. Today was the day that he, Jonathan Morgenstern, son of Valentine, would rule the worlds unseen. And he would rule them with an iron fist.

The only thing left to do once the fighting was done was decide whom to spare and who would die.

He grabbed one of his Shadowhunters and pulled him aside by his throat, his grip deathly tight. "I want Alexander Lightwood. Bring him to me. Alive."

Receiving a nod, Jonathan released the man and eyed him as he moved with the rest towards the gates. Yes, things were falling into place. He looked on at the city he would rule in just a matter of hours. The day had finally come.

oooOOOooo

Jace screamed in frustration yet again, his wrists bleeding from pulling against the chains that held him to the wall. The soldiers had left at least an hour ago for Idris.

He glared at Magnus with hatred, "By the Angel, Bane! You're supposed to be the High fucking Warlock of Brooklyn! You're telling me you can't get out of some fucking cuffs?"

"They are much more than cuffs! They bind and suppress my magic! I can't remove them and I cannot free you since I am currently lacking my magic because of the damn cuffs! Get it in your thick skull! You're a Shadowhunter; think of something!" Magnus screamed back. He was pacing the small room, his stomach twisting with nerves and his fingers raking through his hair. Hearing Jace thump his head against the wall at his back a few feet away, he took a steadying breath, "How is he?"

Jace grimaced. "Weak, but alive. Angel, Alec, please have enough sense to get out of the city. Please."

"You know Jonathan will send people after him. Alexander is the only leverage he has over me. Not to mention the fact that Alec single handedly escaped him. He'll be wanting some revenge for that."

Jace smirked sadly, "Alec won't leave us here. If he gives it enough time, Alec will come to him."

Magnus slid down to sit across from the Shadowhunter with a heavy sigh. "Why can't he just save himself for once?"

Jace laughed quietly at that and met the warlock's gaze with sad humor in his eyes. "It wouldn't be Alec if he didn't put others before himself."

"I promised him I would get him out. That I wouldn't let Jonathan hurt him anymore." Magnus said offhandedly. "Yet, I'm sitting here with you completely useless to him."

Jace just looked at him for a moment before turning his face towards the door. "Say, how do those cuffs you're wearing open?"

Magnus scoffed, "Please, not this again. I already told you I cannot remove them—"

"Who said anything about you removing them? Answer the question. How do they open?"

Sighing, the warlock replied, "I don't know. I assume a rune. There isn't any place for a key on them."

"Excellent. I don't see why a simply opening rune won't work then. Get your sparkly ass up and find my stele."

"How the hell am I supposed to manage that, Blondie? If you hadn't noticed we are locked in."

Jace just grinned. "I think you're going to like my idea more than I do."

Magnus arched a brow at the Shadowhunter but said nothing.

oooOOOooo

Alec grabbed his bow and swung his arrows over his shoulder as he finished putting on his gear. The iratze had helped, and he was sporting a number of other runes as well. He was not going to miss out on this fight despite his family's wishes. He had to get to Magnus and Jace. And once they were safe, he was going to give Jonathan Morgenstern a piece of his mind.

"Alec, please, just sit this one out. You know he will be looking for you. It's better if you get out of the city now and not give him the chance. If he captures you we will be right back where we started and he will have Magnus at his fingertips again. You are not ready to be fighting—"

Alec whirled on his mother, "I am one Shadowhunter. I've already spoken to Magnus. He's not stupid. Besides, we need him to win this. I have to get him back. And what about Jace? How can you tell me to leave him behind? He's your son!"

"Alexander," Robert cut in sternly, "You know Jace wouldn't want you to risk yourself for him. He is a soldier—"

"So am I," Alec replied calmly. "Let me do my job."

Isabelle grinned behind her disappointed parents. "What are we waiting for then?"

Alec gave her a thankful smile, but before anything else could be said screams were heard from outside. Alec's grip on his bow tightened.

They were here.

oooOOOooo

Guards came rushing into the room, struggling to separate the warlock from the Shadowhunter. Bane clawed to get back to the boy who slumped against the wall, struggling to breathe from the attack that he had been defenseless for.

"What the fuck is going on in here?" one of the guards demanded, looking between Jace and Magnus. Receiving no response form either of the boys, he barked out to the other men restraining Magnus to keep him away while he looked at Jace. Jonathan would have his head if the boy was hurt. Taking out his stele, he glanced at the boy's face seeing that his eyes were fluttering and straining to remain open. A perfectly shaped handprint was on his throat.

"Hey," the guard snapped before hissing the name of the stele and leaning towards the boy to draw an iratze on his bicep, "Stay awake for me. Jonathan won't be happy to find out about this—"

Before he could finish whatever it was he was going to say, a foot had connected to the man's groin forcing him to double over and drop the stele. Jace hooked his leg around the guard's throat, locking him in a choke hold. He bit his lip when the man's nails clawed at his leg but didn't release his hold. Suddenly, a harsh kick to the man's face stopped all of his struggles as he fell unconscious to the ground. Magnus stood above them, a smirk on his face as Jace glanced at the other guards that had previously been restraining the warlock. They were now facedown on the floor. The Shadowhunter smirked and raised a brow at the warlock.

Magnus shrugged, "You learn some things when you date a Shadowhunter, especially one who is as stubborn as Alexander. It really comes in handy when he tries to get out of watching Gossip Girl with me."

"Remind me to give Alec crap about having kinky sex with you when I see him next. And watching Gossip Girl. Now, give me the stele so we can get out of here."