And...Haha, remember when I tried updating regularly? Please keep reviewing, it keeps moral high in the Void! (Sorry this chapter is so short, I'm having a hard time staying on top of all of my stuff. It'll get better soon, I promise.)

Alec woke at dawn the next morning. He sat up, shook his head, and lay back down. After a moment of struggling with his to-do list, he dragged himself out of bed. Alec threw on the training clothes Jace had given him. The simple, thick material was familiar against his skin. When he walked, the pants, because they were to big, billowed around him. He patted them down and went to wake up Max and Rafe.

They went to the Institute together. Max had Alec by the hand, and Alec had Rafe by the hand on his other side. Walking down the street, they were glamoured to look like a normal dad and his kids. One person stopped them, and all three boys tensed, their training kicking in. "Your sons are so cute!" The lady cooed. Alec smiled graciously and said thank you.

Alec, still too ashamed by his earlier failure to get into the Institute, had Rafe do it. They got in no problem, and while walking to the training room, they were joined by Jace and Clary. "Alec," Jace greeted calmly. Trying to outgrow his old attitude, Alec just nodded. Then he hugged Jace and kissed Clary on the cheek.

Clay took Rafe and Max, while Jace prepared to whip his adoptive brother back into shape. "Well, well, well." he said, "This is going to be fun."