Alexander

It didn't take long for Alec to get used to their situation. Being around Magnus helped. Alot. But most importantly they were actually helping, working, doing something productive with their time. In truth, Alec had began to think about all the things they could do. All the things they could stop. The people they could save.

That didn't mean that he had stopped missing his Magnus. Or even the rest of his family and friends back home. But suddenly the dark voice that had been whispering at the back of his head was silent and Alec was free to truly appreciate their situation. They were somewhere in the 1800s, so many wars had yet to take place, both mortal and mystical.

The sun had just begun to slip from the horizon, it's golden rays filling the morning with a radiant glow. Alec finished dressing in simple clothing, black pants, black shirt and a light blue vest. He wore the vest more out of respect than anything else, also he suspected Isabelle would throw a tantrum if he didn't.

Alec had been spending most of his time with Magnus, so the Institute was still a dark stranger, making Alec double back a couple of times before he finally got to the front hall. It was early enough that mostly everyone was asleep. He could go and request some breakfast or even just relax in the library for a while if he wanted, he wasn't supposed to be at Magnus for a couple more hours, but he simply didn't want to wait.

He now understood that he had to give Magnus space and consider how his actions now could affect his future relationship. So he had resigned himself to being friends, taking comfort in the simple fact of knowing he was close to him.

Burlap, Alec's horse was waiting by the door, calmly eating some grass. He had gotten the gift shortly after they arrived, a gift from the Lightwood house for their help in their parties invasion. It was peculiar to know that those people were related to him, if distantly, especially when he got to meet Gideon, the guy he was named after. It had been an awkward exchange, and the horse had originally been meant for Jem, who had then gifted it to him for offering to help find a cure. The one who really deserved it was Izzy, who had been spending every waking hour on the cure but she had refused the horse, claiming he was too soft for her.

The horse was brown with a chestnut colored mane, small compared to other horses and very morose, never playing around or seeking a petting. In a lot of ways he reflected a part of Alec, the one that preferred to read a book at home rather than go to a party, preferred hiding in the shadows rather than seeking attention.

The horse began walking as soon as Alec mounted him, already familiar with the path to Magnus's home. His surroundings had also become more familiar to Alec, but the difference between London in the 1800s and New York City of the present was still shocking and exhilarating. They passed by a man walking down the street a cigar in his hand and his face hidden by a top hat. There was something peculiar about his steps but he disappeared around the corner before Alec could think to interrogate him. Magnus's house came into view and Alec dismounted, leading the horse to the the side stable they had recently bought. He wondered if he would be waking them up if he knocked now, but decided that waking them up wouldn't be terrible. The knock against the wood resonated around the apartment until the door swung open to reveal a very tired looking Isabelle, her eyes surrounded by bags and her complexion grayish.
"You look awful." He uttered, before leaning in to kiss her cheek. "How long has it been since you slept ?"

"Gee, just what a girl wants to hear first thing in the morning, and do not baby me Alec." Her voice was stern and rough, as if she had been talking all night.

"Even sleep deprived you are beautiful, Iz." Alec brushed her hair to the side. "But I would still take a nap, and probably a shower before showing up at the institute. "

"Wouldn't want to scare the other shadowhunters." A voice called from inside the house.

"It's not like you look much better." Izzy called back, wanting to scowl but too busy yawning.

Alec stepped in and stared at the state the room was in. Instruments and tools were littered across the floor, black scorch marks decorated the walls and floor, there were parchements everywhere as well as small traces of blue mist around the corners of the room. In the middle of it all stood Magnus, his hair, which was longer than in the future and had none of the hair products his future had was a mess around his delicate face. In his hand he had a luminescent ball of magic, which flickered with tendrils of darker blue in its core.

"We think we finally figured it out." Magnus said proudly, throwing the ball from one hand to the other.

"Of course we still need to run some tests, but this means we could finally start analysing Jem's blood." Izzy skipped from the door to Magnus's side, letting her index finger travel across the ball of magic. Both stared at the ball as if it were some precious baby, event as they started to tilt towards each other in exhaustion.

"What you need to do, is go to sleep. Now." Alec crossed to them and pulled them both to their feet, ignoring their scowling. The ball of magic floated from Magnus and landed softly on top of a work table. They continued to complain, but Alec managed to get them both into their rooms, stopping by Jessamines room to see if she was awake but upon not hearing anything he assumed she was still asleep.

When they reached Magnus's room, Alec immediately went to the small window seat and sat down, turning away as Magnus removed his robe and crawled into bed. One laid perfectly still while the other fidgeted in his seat, both aware of the other ones awareness.

"I'm going to go pick up some of the mess." Alec finally said.

"That's alright Alexander, let me just sleep for a while and we can do it together." Magnus muttered, his face half hidden below the blanket.

Within the second week of guarding Magnus, Alec had discovered that Azazel had taken to tormenting him as he slept. There was nothing he could do to stop the invasion, but he could at least wake him up and offer his company.

Magnus quickly succumbed to sleep, cute little snores leaving his mouth. The nightmare didn't start immediately, it took awhile, and from what Alec could tell they always built up. Yet every time he slept, they would come.

Alec first noticed the wisps of magic beginning to surround Magnus, soft whimsical blue tendrils that danced around the warlock. They usually appeared when Magnus was in the midst of a nightmare and needed some form of comfort. Alec stood from the chair, intending to go and wake him up out of his nightmare. The blue strands of magic erupted and tripled, their color flashing and turning into a deep red, striking the air around the warlock until his bed seemed to be in flames.

Alec didn't hesitate he hurled himself towards Magnus, expecting the blood red magic to burn him. Instead as soon as his skin meet the exposed magic it reverberated, it's color returning to a bright blue. An overwhelming joy engulfed Alec as the magic quickly surrounded him instead, all the red evaporating to leave a fluorescent blue in its place.

The magic recognized him. It accepted him as it's partner, lover, it's master. It was a part of magnus that knew no time or distance or dimension. It only knew the irrevocable bond it held with the shadowhunter. A bond born out of love.

The happiness it was exuding was enough to make Alec dizzy, almost enough to forget the limp figure of Magnus on the grand bed. Almost. Alec pulled against the magic, making his way to Magnus, the magic still engulfing him. The moment Alec's hand touched Magnus's shoulder the magic sparked and everything went blank.

The warlock looked at the line of Silent Brothers, their hoods thrown back and their eyes and mouths which were usually sewed together ripped apart to reveal pure darkness. In their midst stood his mother, her appearance resembling that of the brothers. The boy had been terrified, filled with horror, tempted to simply jump from the cliff they stood on just to escape the horrible people in front of him.

Yet the boy had not run, instead he had looked at each of the monsters with growing anger. They dare threaten him, Prince of Edom, son of Asmodeus. He had learned the truth only recently, but already it had opened his eyes to his place in life. He was a prince, with unlimited powers. He was meant to rule the world.

He had summoned his power, the magic crackling around him, a sinister smile growing on his face. The monsters took a step forward but the boy simply extended an arm and a strike of red magic hit one of the monsters in the chest, incinerating him on the spot.

The warlock laughed, enjoying the uneasiness that passed through the line of monsters, who had clearly expected him to simply give up. Another strike of red magic flowed from the boy burning two more of the monsters. His mother remained unharmed however and she alone seemed unafraid.

Just as he was about to send another burst of magic at his attackers his magic disappeared. The fear that engulfed him then was absolute, half of himself suddenly missing. He fell to his knees, and the monsters took the opportunity to attack him. The warlock looked up as his mother extended her hand, her nails as sharp as claws, and then suddenly stop. In a flash the hand was sliced off and his mother howled in pain failing back.

In the darkness stood an Angel his hair billowing in the air and a sword of shimmering silver at his hand. The boy squinted and realised that his magic was surrounding the angel, shimmering a pure blue. The monsters rushed at him but the angel quickly killed them all with simple swipes of his sword.

The boy stared in admiration at the back of the angel, his eyes too filled with wonder to see the runes. The angel slowly turned to the warlock, his shimmering blue eyes the same color as his magic.

Magnus jumped back as he woke up inside the boy, staring at Alec as he stood in the center of a pile of bodies.

"Are you going to kill me now, deeming me a demon ?" Magnus asked in a dry voice.

Alec frowned as he dropped his shoulders an inch.

"Umm, I don't … I think I'm inside your dream." An extreme blush flooded his cheeks as he uttered the sentence and Magnus stared at him.

"What?"

"You were having a nightmare, I tried to wake you up but your mafic went red, and then it wouldn't leave me, and then.."

"That's enough Alec, I understand. "

They stared at the fallen brothers, their limbs bloody, their eyes staring into space. Magnus felt a revolution rose in him as he recognized Brother Yeraiah in the fallen bodies. He had been the brother who had found Magnus and had taken him under his wong so to speak. Alec looked bewildered as he stared into the darkness.

"Can you wake up?"

"I don't think so. I can't really control my dream, I simply get pulled along." Magnus said, secretly trying to pull his magic back to himself. He was in a younger body, more easily manipulated by his emotions than he normally was, and the image of Alec surrounded by his magic was annoying. The shadowhunter didn't seem to notice, instead he turned his head and closed his eyes, a look of concentration on his face.

Magnus wondered if he was about to leave him. Suddenly it didn't matter as much if he kept his magic, being alone with the corpses of the fallen was much much worse. Of Course he knew Alec would wake him up, but dream time can be strange and he could be stuck there for hours in the second it would take to wake him up.

The air shimmers around them and suddenly the corpses began to disappear, a glittering sun appearing behind the separating clouds. Great monuments of steel began to grow, blotting out the clearing sky and the ground began to rumble, the dirt was replaced by a darker more solid element. Strange metallic creatures formed on top of the ground. Smaller buildings began to form, and then people, all of them different began to appear, walking casually through the forming streets. Sound suddenly filled the silence, a million different sounds, and smells and sights. Magnus could hear a man screaming down the street at another man, and the metallic creatures were making a horrible sound. A lighted square appeared and he could see people through it. And the people !

There were women barely clothed with hairs in all the colors of the rainbow, and their skin filled with marks, and men walking hand in hand with another man and old people screaming at the youngsters that passed by with a small device on their hands. It was breathtaking. Magnus loved it.

When Alec opened his eyes he was smiling wide, his eyes childlike as they stared at their surroundings.

"I guess I can manipulate your dreams." HIs smile melted Magnus's heart and he was momentarily lost in his eyes. Magnus chuckled and turned his eyes back on the street, trying to take in all the changes. Alec smirked and grabbed Magnus's hand, startling him so much that he nearly yelped.

"There is one more thing to make this home. " He murmured and closed his eyes once more, a soft light emanating from their joined hands. The clothing Magnus had been wearing disappeared, replaced by a pair of tight red pants and a billowing black shirt that curved to reveal most of his chest. Rings appeared on his hands along with necklaces around his neck and a pair of stunning shoes. His hair lifted and shortened, forming spikes along his head, and Magnus could see his face changing too as if someone had taken him out of his body to rearrange it. Makeup began covering his eyes along with glitter and more glitter.

Magnus didn't look like himself, not the young boy he had been at the beginning of his dream or the warlock he knew he was in his present. Yet he felt comfortable in the clothing, almost as if he had always been wearing them.

Alec was looking at him with amusement and affection, his eyes sparkling with mischievous fun. He turned, still holding Magnus's hand and walked into one of the smaller buildings. It's interior was as much of a shock to Magnus as the outside had been. Alec stopped in front of a counter and then shrugged and just walked on down to a wierd table near a window. Two cups filled with a brown liquid appeared in front of them and Magnus marveled at the similarity of this to his own magic.

"What is all this?"

"This is my world. It's New York City in the future. "