"What is your name?"
Magnus turned around and was met with black, curly hair and eyes that were so hazel, they were almost brown. He knew instantly, it was him. The other half of his soul.
"Magnus," The mystery man smiled. "Magnus Bane. And you are?" He extended his hand to him.
The man took it, firm but gentle as he softly ran his fingers over the back of Magnus' hand. The man looked at him, his eyes were so open, so honest. He was examining Magnus with the sort of open curiosity that made Magnus wonder if he realized that they had done this before. He was looking at Magnus like he knew him, and in a way he did. His soul recognized Magnus' as it's home.
"Prince Isaac." He finally introduced. Still staring at Magnus with wide eyes.
"Well," Magnus used the hand that Isaac was still gripping to pull him closer. "It is a pleasure to meet you, your highness. Hmm?"
"Indeed."
"I do not want to marry her, Magnus." Isaac admitted. "I want to marry you."
Isaac was looking at Magnus with those eyes, those wide, open, and honest eyes that Magnus loved so dearly. It was like he was silently begging Magnus to say something, to do something. Anything.
"You and I both know that that is not a possibility." Magnus said quietly. "Isaac, I will stand by your side for as long as you wish for me to be there. But you must marry Princess Elizabeth."
Even as he said the words, he felt his heart break, piece by piece. It killed to him, to sit there and encourage the man that he loved to wed another person. It made him sick to his stomach.
"The Prince died an honorable death." The maid told Magnus. "He won the war for us."
They were standing in Isaac and Elizabeth's bed chambers. Magnus was looking in Isaac's little box, it was always a secret, what was in it, but now he knew. Inside the box were all the things that Magnus had ever given Isaac. Photographs, little doodles and sketches, flower petals and scraps of fabric.
"Yes." Magnus agreed. "He did."
"Care for an apple?" Magnus asked the tall man. He had shaggy, black, curly hair and beautiful blue eyes. He extended the apple out to him with a small smile.
The man smiled hesitantly, like he wasn't sure if he was allowed to. And in that moment, Magnus knew he didn't recognize him. He wasn't sure why, but he He looked down at the perfect apple that Magus had extended out to him and then he shyly looked back up into Magnus' eyes. Magnus was patiently looking at him, both his lips and his eyes were smiling at the man. He hesitantly reached out for the apple, as if Magnus was going to snatch it away if he moved too quickly or too surely.
Magnus waited patiently as the man plucked the apple from his hand and pulled his hand back to his side, clutching the apple in his hand.
Magnus smiled wider at the man as he looked at him hesitantly.
"My name is Magnus Bane."
"Adam Davis." His voice was as beautiful as his face, a lovely, thick French accent weaved its way into his word.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, monsieur Davis."
Magnus was sitting next to Adam at the pond, their legs, sides and shoulders pressed together. Adam was intently watching the ducks, a piece of bread clutched in his hand. Magnus had the rest of the loaf in his lap and he watched fondly as Adam leaned forward and offered a chunk of the bread to a duckling.
"There you are, little guy." Adam whispered to the animal.
Magnus smiled warmly and wrapped an arm around Adam's waist as he sat back up.
"You, my dear, are extraordinary." Magnus looked back down at the ducks. "je t'aime beaucoup." (I love you dearly)
"ne me flatte pas." Adam shook his head. "Tu es le monde. Tue es mon coeur. You are extraordinary, not me." (Do not flatter me. You are the world. You are my heart. You are extraordinary, not me.)
Magnus had snuck into Adam's sick room, as he had been doing every night for two months. Adam was dying slowly, of a disease that the healers couldn't even name. That Magnus' magic couldn't fix. He felt so helpless, laying in bed every night holding his soulmate to his chest and just listening to him breathe, because deep down he knows that he won't be able to listen to Adam breathe for much longer.
"Mag - nus." Adam wheezed.
"Yes, my dear?" Magnus ran his hand through Adam's hair.
"I l-ove y-you." Adam stuttered, his breathing was getting worse and Magnus could tell that he only had minutes left.
"I love you too, my dear." Magnus sniffled. "I love you so much."
"You will s-see me again." Adam tried to smile up at him.
"Please," Magnus let a few tears roll down his cheeks. " Please, do not take too long."
"I-I will do my best. I di-did not want t-to leave you. You h-have to k-know that."
"I know, my dear." Magnus cried. "It is okay. You can go, rest now. I will be okay. Just rest, you will feel better. You will feel better, you do not need to suffer any longer."
All the tension in Adam's body seemed to just drain from him at Magnus' words and that made the tears fall from Magnus' eyes faster. Magnus felt horrible that Adam had apparently been holding on, drawing out his suffering for Magnus.
He felt the moment that Adam's heart stopped beating. He felt when he stopped breathing. The moment when his entire body went lax. His final breath blown out across his chest, touching his chin as it wobbled with the force of his sobs.
"Please." He sobbed. "Please, do not leave me alone for too long, my love. Please."
"Is someone there?" Catarina called across the woods. Magnus had been sure that he had seen someone, perhaps they had dived behind a tree. He turned to look at Catarina and Ragnor. They were on a hike and he was certain he had seen something.
"Hello?" Magnus called. "Is someone there?"
About a hundred yards away, a tall young man with curly black hair stepped out from behind a tree. He took a few steps forward, almost like he was stumbling.
Catarina, Magnus and Ragnor all stopped in their tracks, watching the man carefully. He looked dirty, and his clothing was visibly torn. He took a few more steps forward, this time they were steady and sure.
"Magnus?" The man called.
"You know him?" Ragnor asked.
"No." Magnus shook his head. "I have never seen him before." He squinted at the man, trying to make certain that he had truly never seen him before. He was sure he hadn't.
The man continued to walk towards them, Magnus took a few steps forward as well with Cat and Ragnor following close behind. Once the man was directly in front of them, only a few steps away , Magnus looked into his eyes and his breath caught.
"It cannot be." He breathed.
"Magnus." The man smiled.
Those eyes, that hair. Magnus would recognize this man anywhere, this soul. It was Anne, his soulmate. In a different body.
"Anne?" Magnus went to reach out to the man before letting his hand fall again.
"I told you. I told you I would always find you. I told you I would not let you suffer for eternity. And it is Thomas now. Thomas Smith." The man smiled.
"Is it really you?" Magnus asked, in shock.
Thomas raised his hand to the side of Magnus' face and used his thumb to stroke just under Magnus' eye. "The last time I saw you, I begged you to run with me. I told you I hated Henry, that I felt trapped in our marriage, but never with you. You made me feel free. We were going to run, but Henry found out. He poisoned me three nights before we had planned to leave."
Magnus lunged forward and attached his lips to Thomas', hands gripping his shoulders like a lifeline. Thomas' hands went to his hips, pulling Magnus flush against him.
Ragnor cleared his throat behind the two of them and Catarina snickered.
"Never leave me again." Magnus whispered as he pulled back just enough to speak.
"See?" Catarina asked as Thomas looked down at himself. "Now you do not look like you crawled out of the ground."
"Do not insult me, Catarina." Thomas laughed. "I did what I had to do."
"Yes, Catarina." Magnus entered the room. "My soulmate is gorgeous, please do refrain from insulting him."
"Hm," Catarina smiled. "I will just insult you instead." She patted Magnus on the shoulder and left the room.
Magnus turned to Thomas who just smiled up at him from where he was sitting.
Magnus knelt in front of Thomas and put a hand on his knee. The men just sat there staring at each other, drinking each other in. Magnus reached up and grabbed Thomas' chin and pulled him down. Their lips connected and Magnus sighed. He finally felt like he was home. After forty five years of loneliness and depression and feeling like he was constantly just on the brink of death, he was home.
"Thomas!" Magnus screamed as he ran through the woods.
One of Thomas' students had come to find Magnus after witnessing another werewolf panic and lash out on their teacher. Some of the other students had stayed to help, but Thomas had instructed the girl to inform Magnus of the development.
"Thomas!" He yelled again. "Thomas! Where are you?"
"Over here!" Someone yelled. He didn't recognize the voice, it was familiar but only slightly.
Magnus ran in the direction of the voice and found a man, covered in blood, wearing a torn up pair of pants. He was shaking in fear and shock, he was crying.
"Did you do this, William?" Magnus was staring down at Thomas' lifeless body. The ground was littered with them. Everybody except for William was dead.
"I did not mean to!" William cried. "I do not know what happened."
Magnus flung a hand up towards William, still staring down at Thomas' unseeing, lifeless green eyes, his black curly hair matted with his own blood. He heard William's scream and then the thump of his dead body hitting the ground.
Magnus knelt next to Thomas' body and took his bloody hand in his own. "I didn't even get to say goodbye." He whimpered. "I didn't get to say goodbye."
"Soulmates?" Anne leaned forward, green eyes shining with delight. "Truly?"
"Truly." Magnus grasped her hands, grinning widely.
Anne laughed in delight and threw her arms around Magnus' neck. "I knew I loved you." She said into his ear. "I knew it."
"I love you too, my princess." Magnus said into the Princess' ear.
"We shall be together for eternity." She told him, tears in her eyes and a large smile on her face.
"I fear not, my love." Magnus said sadly. "You are a mortal. I am not."
"I will find a way." Anne insisted. "I refuse to leave you alone for eternity." She told him, cupping his face in her hands and looking at him earnestly.
Magnus grasped her wrists in his hands and looked down, he leaned forward from where he was sitting and leaned his forehead against her chest.
"I wish that were possible."
"Did you truly believe that I would leave you?" Magnus whispered to Anne in the palace corridor. "I told you, time and time again. You are my Soulmate, Anne. I will never leave you."
"I feared that perhaps it would become too real, after the wedding, the coronation. I am Queen now. I am married. I will be expected to produce an heir. Do you truly wish to stand by my side?"
"You once told me that we would be together for all of eternity." Magnus told her seriously. "I will not leave you."
"He's beautiful." Magnus whispered.
"He looks like his father." Anne griped, looking down at her son's face. "How I wish he was yours."
"I cannot have children, Anne." Magnus said mournfully. "You know this."
"I do." Anne nodded. "I love you anyways."
Magnus reached forward and pressed his finger into George's palm. The little prince gripped Magnus' finger and held on tight.
"He's strong." Magnus said. "Like his mother."
"How I love you." Anne said fondly as she cradled the infant to her chest.
"I love you as well, my darling."
"Anne!" Magnus caught her as she fell.
He had received a message that she wished to meet him in their spot. The spot where they had first met, in the gardens of the palace. She collapsed against his chest and held on to his shirt, clutching it in her fists.
"He knows. Magnus, he knows that I am having an affair. Henry knows." Anne panted.
"What? How could this be?"
"I do not know, my love." Anne pulled away the slightest bit and looked into Magnus' eyes. "He has poisoned me. I am but moments away from death. I wanted to see you, just once more."
"No, that cannot be." Magnus held a hand up and blue magic sparked in between his fingers.
Anne reached up and grabbed his hand in hers, clearly not afraid of the magic. "I do not want to spend my last moments this way. I want to spend them in the arms of the man that I love."
Magnus looked at her, just looked at her. He took a deep breath and sat down, pulling Anne with him. He laid her across his lap, her neck and head cradled in his elbow.
"We did not get enough time." Magnus whispered, watching as Anne stared up at him. She smiled, her lips trembling and tears streaming down her cheeks. "We were supposed to have more time."
"We will, Magnus. I promise you." Anne reached up and ran a thumb over his bottom lip and then cupped the side of his neck.
Magnus looked her in the eyes and he got a bad feeling. "What did you do? What did you do, Anne?"
Anne smiled, and Magnus saw blood in her teeth, and smeared on the insides of her lips. "I called upon the Angel," she coughed into her wrist and blood spattered there. "He made me a promise, Magnus. I will see you again. I love you, Magnus and I want you to know..."
The light left her eyes and Magnus was left crying into her beautiful black hair.
"Mmm." Alec groaned.
Magnus sat up and Catarina, Wesley, Tessa and Jem looked over at the man in the hospital bed.
"Alexander?" Magnus reached over and grabbed his husband's hand, stroking his wedding band.
"Magnus?" Alec mumbled, his eyes flickering open. He looked over at Magnus and smiled. It was the most beautiful thing Magnus had ever seen. "Я же говорил, что увижу тебя снова. Ангел сделал, как и было обещано, моя любовь. Моя любовь к тебе только росла с течением времени." (I told you I would see you again. The Angel did as promised, my love. My love for you has only grown over time.)
"Is he speaking Russian?" Jem looked over at the three Warlocks in the room. "That's Russian right?"
"It is." Catarina nodded.
"Александр? Думаешь, ты можешь говорить по-английски, моя любовь?" (Alexander? Do you think you can speak English, my love?)
Alec looked up at him for a moment, blinking slowly and clearly thinking hard about something. "What happened?"
"What do you remember?" Catarina asked.
Alec turned his head and looked at her before meeting everyone's eyes, one by one. He noted that the women in the room looked very tired, stressed out, he assumed that they were depleted and hadn't slept in too long. Wesley looked wrecked, which scared Alec very much. His eyes were blood shot, there were purple bruise like marks under them and he looked like he hand't showered in weeks. Magnus looked exhausted and drained, magically and emotionally. And then there was the mysterious man he didn't know. He looked rather unaffected by everything, sure he looked tired, but other than that, he looked fine.
"I was fighting Isabelle. She stabbed me, you showed up, the building blew up, and I passed out. But I meant after, what happened after? Where are my sisters? Simon and Luke? What happened?"
Wesley turned and walked out of the room making Alec freeze. "No." He whispered. "No, no, no, no."
"Alexander." Magnus whispered.
"No." He wailed.
"Hey," The mysterious man hurried over to the side of Alec's bed. "You don't know me, not yet anyways. But I'm Jem, you've met my wife, Tessa. I'm a Shadowhunter, like you. I used to be a Silent Brother. And - " He noticed that Alec wasn't really listening to him, he was panicking, hyperventilating. Jem looked back at Magnus before taking a deep breath and climbing into the bed with Alec. He pushed Alec forwards and slid in behind him, pulling Alec back in between his legs and forced him to recline back on his chest. He took Alec's hand in his and pressed it flat against the panicking man's chest, over his heart.
"Alec?" Jem murmured in his ear. "I need you to breathe. I need you to calm down. Magnus can't lose you again. He's already lost you so many times. You need to calm down. Feel my heart beat against your back. Feel me breathing. Try and match that. Just breathe."
Alec started to calm down and Jem continued talking. "I don't think you heard me before. My name is Jem Carstairs, I'm Tessa Gray's Husband. I'm a Shadowhunter, just like you. I used to be a Silent Brother, Brother Zachariah. My Parabatai, he was your Parabatai's ancestor. Will Herondale. I know what it is like to lose your Parabatai, Alec. I know what it is like to lose someone you love. I know how badly you are hurting right now, I would never wish that pain on anyone. But you still have Magnus, your children, Cat, Wes, Izzy, Tessa and Me. We are here for you. We're here, Alec."
By the time Jem finished, Alec was gulping in lungfuls of air. Jem turned to Magnus and motioned for him to come forward. Together they managed to get Magnus in Jem's spot and Magnus wrapped his arms around the front of Alec's shoulders, gripping his own wrist in one hand and buried his face in his husband's neck.
"Thank you." Alec turned to Jem, reaching one hand up and gripping Magnus' forearm.
"Don't mention it." Jem shook his head.
"Um," Alec squeezed Magnus' arm and Magnus tried to push himself impossibly closer to Alec. "I was just wondering, if maybe you'd be willing to talk later?"
"Of course." Jem nodded. "Whatever you need."
"Great, thanks." Alec smiled awkwardly. "How long was I out?"
"A week and a half." Tessa answered.
"Am I okay?" Alec asked. "I mean, I feel okay."
"You're going to be fine, Alec." Catarina told him.
"Alec!" Izzy pushed the door of the infirmary room open. "Thank the Angel, you're okay! I hate to do this, but Cat, Tessa, Magnus, Jem, I need you guys to come with me. I need a consult."
Magnus hesitantly let go of Alec, giving him a sweet kiss and easing him back against the bed and following his friends out the door.
Alec waited a grand total of five minutes before he swung his legs over the side of the hospital bed, grabbed his IV pole and started walking towards the door. He was thankful someone had the good sense to put him in a baggy t-shirt and a pair of his black sweatpants. He thought that was probably courtesy of his husband. Alec flung the door open, startling several of his Shadowhunters and started walking off, much to their protests.
"Sir! Sir!" Andrew Underhill jogged after him as Alec hurried down the hall, looking into rooms. "Sir, you're not supposed to be out of bed."
"I'm Head of this Institute, Underhill. I can do what I damn well please." Alec grumbled as he peered into yet another room and continued on down the hall.
"Sir, I was told to inform Isabelle, Mr. Lightwood-Bane, Mr. Carstairs, Ms. Gray, and Ms. Loss if you got out of bed."
Alec sighed and turned on Andrew. "Do what you have to do, Underhill. I'm going to keep going."
Andrew visibly hesitated, mouth halfway open as if he were struggling to find words. Alec nodded once and turned, going down the hallway and he turned a corner. He wandered around the institute aimlessly but determined.
"Aha." He cheered under his breath as he opened a door and found who he had been looking for. "There you are." He said louder. Stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him.
Wesley looked up and his eyes widened when he noticed Alec was out of bed and unattended.
"You should still be in bed. You aren't fully healed." Wesley stood up. He had been hiding out in what seemed like a tiny living room. There were little couches and an arm chair and small bookshelf stocked with books.
Wesley grabbed Alec by his upper arm and pulled him over to one of the couches, gently helping him onto it. "I walked all over the Institute looking for you." Alec breathed. "I had something I wanted to talk to you about."
"What's that?" Wesley asked as he sat on the couch opposite Alec's
"I don't think Clary is dead, she can't be." Alec told him desperately. "We have to find her. She can't be dead."
"That's why I called Jem here." Wesley admitted. "I don't think she is dead either. We are looking at weather patterns. It's possible that before the explosion, the apartment moved. You know how we can move apartments? Magnus has done it, you and I got drunk that one time and kept moving the one in London, trying to mess with Cat?"
"I remember." Alec smiled.
"Jem, Tessa and I already checked out one place. We think we found evidence that she was there, but they weren't there anymore."
"Wes," Alec sighed, looking at the man sadly. "We have got to find her. I can't lose another sibling, I can't handle it. Did you know after you walked out, I realized what that meant, I had a major panic attack? I can't take it. How could I have lost three siblings in less than two months?"
"We're going to find her, Alec." Wesley told him.
"Good." Alec said, looking over at Wesley. "Because I want my best friend back, you look awful."
Wesley laughed. "Whatever. You know they're probably looking for you by now."
"I'll go." Alec stood up. "I know you probably want to be by yourself for a little longer."
"Thanks," Wesley whispered and watched Alec make his way out the door.
Alec wandered back into the hallway and turned right. He wandered around the Institute for about thirty minutes longer before Jem finally found him. "Are you kidding me?" Jem asked the man. He forced him to sit on the ground, propped against the wall and he pulled his phone out to text Tessa.
"Please don't." Alec asked, nodding at the phone. "Not yet. You said we could talk."
"Wouldn't you rather talk back in your room?" Jem asked.
"Not really." Alec said. "I'm in for a huge lecture from my husband, I don't think he'll leave us alone long enough for us to talk."
Jem laughed and sat down across from Alec. "What do you want to talk about?"
"When Jace died," Alec looked down at his hand, twisting his ring around his finger. "I felt horrible, horrible pain. They say that the worst pain a Shadowhunter could feel is losing their Parabatai, but losing Jace wasn't the worst pain I ever felt. In this life, the worst pain I ever felt was a week in a half ago, when I was certain I was going to have my heart pierced by an arrow that my little sister shoved in my chest, not because I thought I was going to die, but because I thought that I had broken my promise to my husband and my children. I miss Jace, I miss having a Parabatai. I miss the feeling of his heart beating next to mine and his feelings, his confidence. I miss it, but Magnus comes first. Magnus will always come first."
"That's how I felt with Tessa." Jem said. "I loved Will, he was my brother in all but blood. But I was in love with Tessa. And if it had ever come down to a decision between Tessa and Will, I would've chosen Tessa. I miss him, everyday. I miss his heartbeat and his damn cocky confidence. I miss it all, but the sad part is, I can barely remember what it was like. What his heartbeat felt like, how it felt to have him send me his feelings when I was upset or angry. I don't remember, and that's devastating."
"I can't even imagine not remembering what his heartbeat felt like." Alec said quietly. "I know one day I'll probably forget. I'm supposed to be becoming immortal soon, but just thinking about; Knowing that one day I'll forget his voice, his smile, his laugh. He was my brother. My little brother, and I'm going to forget almost everything about him, and Max."
"I won't lie to you and say that one day these things won't bother you, because they will. You'll still be human, Alec. But they will get easier. This will get easier."
Alec nodded and they looked up as they heard footsteps coming down the hallway. "Alec? Alec!"
"Over here, Cat!" Alec called over his shoulder.
Cat rounded the corner and looked down at Alec and Jem disapprovingly. "Magnus is out of his mind with worry. We can't track you because you're in the same building as us, after your little freak out earlier and with your history of suicidal tendencies, he is worried that you dragged yourself into some deserted corner of the Institute and slit your wrists or something. So get off your ass and lets go back to your infirmary room and placate your husband."
Alec sighed but he felt guilty, he hadn't meant to worry his husband. Jem stood up and together, he and Catarina got Alec on his feet and they helped him to the other side of the Institute. As they neared the Infirmary they ran into Magnus who fixed Alec with a very unique expression. It was a mixture of fear, relief, anger and love. It was like he was trying to glare at Alec but halfway through the process, his face just decided it wasn't worth it.
Magnus grabbed Alec by the front of his shirt and shooed their friends away. Cat and Jem looked at the pair hesitantly before taking their leave. Jem patted Alec on the back and promised to come back and finish their talk later. Alec just stared into Magnus' eyes fearfully.
"What in the name of Edom were you thinking?" Magnus growled lowly.
"I was trying to find Wesley." Alec told him honestly. "I had to talk to him."
Magnus closed his eyes and sighed. When he opened his eyes again he looked so tired. "Our children will be here any minute and they don't know you woke up. Let's just get you back to bed." He released Alec's shirt and hooked an arm around his waist.
Together, the two of them made their way back to Alec's room and on the way, Alec sent Underhill a glare that had the man running out of the room.
"I didn't mean to scare you." Alec murmured. "I just had to tell him that Clary isn't dead."
"What do you mean?" Magnus asked as he helped Alec into the bed.
"I don't think that Clary is dead. She can't be."
Magnus just looked at Alec as he tucked him into the bed a brushed his hair back. "Please don't leave your bed again." He asked him quietly. "If not for yourself, then for me. You'll be okay tomorrow, but for the rest of today just stay put. If you feel up to it tomorrow, we have everything ready for the ritual. But it would have to be after the funeral."
"Funeral? Who died?" Alec asked.
"Alexander." Magnus sighed. "Tomorrow is Clary's funeral."
"No." Alec said. "We are not having a funeral for someone that is not dead. No this isn't happening, in fact - Underhill! Underhill! I know you're out there! Get your ass in here!"
"Alexander, Alexander, Alec." Magnus tried to make Alec stop yelling.
"Yes, Mr. Lightwood-Bane?" Underhill stuck his head in the door.
"Get in here." Alec said.
"Do not come in here." Magnus said.
"I am the Head of your Institute, get in here or there will be consequences."
Magnus huffed and continued hovering over Alec; fluffing his pillows, straightening the sheets and blankets, fiddling with the cards and flowers that littered the bedside tables.
Underhill shot a defeated look in Magnus' direction before stepping in the room and closing the door behind him.
"Yes, sir?" Underhill said.
"I want the funeral tomorrow canceled. I want anything to do with it gotten rid of. There will be no funeral. If someone wants to have a funeral they can do it far, far away from here. The New York Institute will not entertain the idea of Clary Lightwood's death until we have left no stone unturned. If I even hear a whisper about a funeral, the parties involved will find themselves transferred to the Alaska Institute so fast their heads will spin. Understood?"
"Yes sir." Underhill replied looking a little scared. "Is that all?"
"For now."
Underhill nodded and left the room. Alec looked up at Magnus and sighed at the look on his husband's face.
"Well," Alec said. "Now that that's dealt with, we have all day for the ritual. And I suppose I should tell you that I was out so long because I remember everything now."
"Everything?" Magnus asked, turning around to dig in a duffel bag that was sitting on a chair.
"Anne, Thomas, Adam, Isaac. I remember it all. I remember every life. Every life we've had together. I remember."
Magnus grabbed something out of the duffel and turned back to Alec. "Good." Magnus smiled. "That's good. I'm glad."
"What do you have?" Alec asked.
Magnus held up an arrow, it had dried blood on the head of it and up part of the shaft. Alec's blood.
"Magnus..."
"This arrow," Magnus shook it a little for emphasis. "This arrow almost killed you. Your lungs had filled with blood, the arrow nicked your heart, you were bleeding out. You had massive head trauma, your hand and foot were shattered, your ribs were broken and your ear canals had collapsed. You were dying in that alleyway. You were choking on your own blood. You were going to leave me again. So for the love of God, stay in your damn bed! Do what we tell you to, no more strolls around the Institute and just listen to people! I know you are used to being a leader, being a soldier, being in charge, but don't you dare do anything that will put you in danger again. I can't take it, our son can't take it and our daughter won't understand why daddy isn't coming home."
"Magnus." Alec reached out and took the arrow from him, setting it aside. "Come here, baby." He held his arms out and Magnus eagerly climbed into them.
"Tell me more. About what's going to happen tomorrow." Alec requested once Magnus was cuddled up to him.
"We'll go back to the loft, Jem has already offered to take Madzie during the ritual. You'll put on something comfortable while Wesley draws the pentagram and I finish the potion. Once that's all done, you'll stand in the middle of the pentagram and Wesley and Tessa will do the spell work. That will take about fifteen minutes. After that, we will move you to our bedroom and you'll get comfortable in bed, I'll give you the potion and immediately after that you'll drink the demon blood. It is incredibly important that you drink the blood. It's going to taste bad, it won't be pleasant, but Alexander, it is vital you drink it."
"I understand." Alec said quietly.
"After that, you'll be in pain for a few minutes and then you'll go to sleep. The unconsciousness usually lasts about a day, but with the rune, It's unpredictable. When you wake up, though, you'll have magic and be immortal. You'll be half warlock and half shadowhunter. Like Tessa."
"I can't wait." Alec hugged him closer. "I can't wait."
