EDITED 5/30/2020
"Sarah." The woman practically growled. "I need to get to Sarah." She was clawing at the containment chamber door.
"Whatever dark force you are, we will release you to your realm unharmed just tell us who helped possess this mundane." Alec demanded, standing outside the glass that lined one wall of the chamber.
"Take me to Sarah!" The woman yelled.
"Who is the Owl Demon?" He tried again.
"Sarah!" The woman practically flew across the room, banging her hands against the glass as they made contact, glaring up at Alec as he flinched away from the glass.
"Any luck?" Izzy asked as she came off of the elevator and started walking towards the chamber and Alec.
"There's no breaking through." Alec huffed in defeat. "What've you got?"
"Sarah is her twin sister." Izzy informed him. "They share an apartment in Queens. If the Owl's M.O. is consistent with his previous victims, Morgan is being driven to kill someone she loves."
"She's the eleventh mundane this week." Alec told her, looking back at Morgan.
"The Owl is busy and unique." Izzy put her hands on her hips and moved closer to the glass. "In a typical possession the body cells wouldn't be affected."
"But Morgan's are?" Alec asked, wishing he were anywhere but here. It was not even eight in the morning, he'd slipped out of bed without waking Magnus at five in the morning. His mother would be heading over to his loft at ten to do some wedding planning and as much as he wished he could be there for that, he had to deal with this instead. It made him wonder if he'd really be able to make it to their wedding tomorrow.
"Her cells are no longer mundane." Izzy confirmed. "They're demonic."
"So there's no way we can save her?" Alec asked, looking over at his sister.
Izzy just looked down, like she had lost all hope. Alec bowed his head and closed his eyes.
"I got your alert. Another Owl attack?" Clary asked as she came into her brother's office.
Alec was sitting at his desk looking restless. "No. Blood unit hit downtown. Most likely a rogue vampire. I want you on this with Izzy."
"Sure. Izzy and I can handle a rouge vamp." Clary told him and started to walk back out.
"There's something else." Alec stopped her.
"Yeah?" Clary asked, walking back over to his desk.
"Magnus and I are getting married tomorrow, as you know." Alec walked around his desk to stand in front of his little sister. "I was hoping you would stand up with me at the wedding, along with Iz and Sheldon."
"Simon." Clary corrected. "And of course I will. I'm so happy for you!"
She threw her arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around her. "Don't tell Susan yet." Alec whispered. "I haven't asked him yet, but I've already talked to Izzy."
"You've got it, Big Brother."
Magnus portaled into Catarina's living room where Catarina was waiting alongside Wesley and Tessa.
"What are we doing here, mate?" Wesley asked, lounging on the couch with a glass of red wine in his hand.
"I need your help." Magnus said. "I need all of your help."
"With what Magnus? The wedding?" Tessa asked.
"No." Magnus shook his head. "Maryse and I already arranged everything. The wedding is all set, we're ready. But Alexander, you all know that he is my soulmate. He's James and Etta and George, all of them. He asked me, he asked me to make him immortal. At first I thought about asking Clary to make a rune for him, but last night, he tried to use James' magic. I want to make Alexander a warlock. I need your help to do it, I can't perform the spell myself. I'll need all of you."
"Of course I'll help." Wesley piped up.
"Me too." Catarina nodded.
"I'll do whatever you need, Magnus." Tessa told him.
"When are we doing this, exactly?" Wesley asked, sitting up and taking a gulp of his wine.
"I'll need to gather the ingredients and prepare Alexander for the transition. Maybe a week or two?"
"Sounds good." Catarina said with a smile. "I'm happy for you Magnus, we all are."
"I'm happy too." Magnus told her. "Alec makes me so happy."
Tessa opened her mouth to say something but Magnus' phone rang. He fished it out of his pocket and saw that it was an unknown number. He frowned and answered. "Hello?"
"Mr. Bane?" A frantic voice asked from the other end of the line. "My name is Andrew Underhill. I'm Head of Security at the New York Institute. I wanted to inform you, as The Head of the Institute's fiancé, that Mr. Lightwood has collapsed. He's been taken to the infirmary but he's unresponsive. The doctors think he'll be fine, they can't find a reason for him collapsing. But you've been given permission to portal directly into the entry hall of the institute if you would like to, I'm waiting for you there to take you to see him."
"I'll be right there, Mr. Underhill. Thank you for calling." Magnus hung up. "Alexander collapsed. I'll call you all later and coordinate the spell."
Magnus waved his hand and a portal appeared behind him. Magnus practically ran into it. He walked into the entrance hall of the Institute and spotted a tall, handsome, blonde Shadowhunter waiting for him.
"Mr. Bane -" He started to say.
"Take me to Alexander." He interrupted the man.
"Of course." The man smiled sympathetically and turned to lead Magnus to the infirmary. Magnus anxiously followed the Head of Security to his fiancé.
They rounded some corners and went down hallways until they finally made it to a long desk with a few doorways behind it. Underhill simply rounded the desk and opened the fourth door, holding it open with his back and allowing Magnus to pass him and enter the room.
The room wasn't white like a typical hospital room. The walls were a light green, pastel, and there were charts and diagrams hung up. There was a bed in the middle of the room with tall nightstands on either side. Magnus was surprised at how homey the small room felt.
And then his eyes fell on his Alexander, and suddenly the room didn't feel so homey. The love of his life was laid in the bed, attached to several machines. He was pale, he was still, but he was still breathing and in that moment, that is all that mattered to Magnus.
"Care to dance?" Etta turned around and saw the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. He was taller than her by about a foot, he had beautiful golden skin and deep brown eyes.
He was smiling at her, the look in his eyes, it was almost like he already knew her, but Etta was sure that she'd never met this man. She would have remembered him.
"I'd love to." She placed her hand in the one he had extended. He pulled her onto the dance floor and pulled her flush against him, moving fluidly to the music.
They stared into each other's eyes the entire song and Etta could tell she was in trouble. Etta had never believed in love at first sight or first kiss, but she knew in that moment that she had fallen in love with the man.
"I don't even know your name." Etta whispered into his ear. "And I think that I'm in love with you."
Magnus twirled her and brought her back to him. "Magnus, Magnus Bane. What's yours?"
"Etta."
"Reincarnation?"
"Yes."
"Soulmates?"
"Yes."
"You're immortal?"
"Yes."
Etta stared at him for a long moment, the candle light casting shadows across her face as they lay in bed. Magnus was laying on his back next to her, bare-chested. Etta lay next to him in one of his shirts, propped up on her side, tracing patterns on his chest with one of her fingers.
"So, you and I, we've met before? Been together before?"
"Six times before now." Magnus reached a hand up and brushed a piece of hair out of her face.
"Wow." Etta laid herself down on his chest. "That's... that's wow."
"Mmm." Magnus ran a hand up her back.
"I can't, Magnus." Etta said, the tears running down her face.
"You can. You could. All you have to do is say yes." Magnus pleaded, his cat eyes showing and tears streaming from his eyes.
"As much as I want more time with you, I will not freeze time to get it, Magnus. Please. You have to understand. I love you so much."
"Please, don't leave me." Magnus got down on his knees and grabbed the hem of her dress, groveling on the ground in front of her. He pressed his forehead to her abdomen and sobbed. "I can't lose you again. I can't take it. I can't keep watching you die. Please, baby, please. Stay with me."
"You'll see me again, Magnus. You will. You know you will."
"Forty Five, thirty seven, seventy one, fifty two, twenty four, twenty three." Magnus cried.
"What?"
"That's how long I've had to wait. How many years I've had to wait for you each time. I can't take it anymore, Etta."
"I'm not staying with you, Magnus. I can't. I won't."
Alec pried his eyes open and stared up at the smooth, pale green ceiling. He was disgusted with himself. Well, not himself. Or was it himself? He was confused. He knew it was two lifetimes ago, but it was his soul.
"Alexander?" Magnus gasped. He stood up and rushed to the side of Alec's bed. "Darling?"
"I'm sorry." Alec whispered. "I'm so sorry."
"For collapsing. It's not your fault, darling. Were you too tired? Did you overextend yourself?"
"I remember." He whispered.
"Remember?" Magnus asked softly, reaching a hand up to run his fingers through Alec's hair, pushing it back from his forehead and making Alec's eyes flutter closed and making him hum a little as a soft smile graced his lips.
"Etta." Alec breathed. "I remember being her."
"Oh." Magnus said, letting his hand rest on the top of Alec's head for a moment before letting it slide down to cup the side of Alec's face.
"I hate her." Alec told him matter-of-factly.
"I don't." Magnus said.
"How?" Alec asked, shaking his head. "She hurt you. I hurt you. I was so cruel."
"No, baby." Magnus pulled himself up onto the side of the bed. "We just wanted different things. I was selfish, I was trying to pressure you into doing something that you didn't want. That you weren't comfortable with. I knew that I would see you again one day. That should have been enough for me, but it wasn't and that was selfish of me."
Alec was silent for a while. He just stared up at Magnus with tears in his eyes. "Are we ready for the wedding?" He whispered.
"Everything is ready. The club has been closed and it's been cleaned and decorated. Our suits are ready, your mother said we will forgo the not seeing each other the night before thing because Madzie will miss us too much. Catarina, Wesley and Tessa all agreed to stand with me and Raphael is going to walk down with Madzie and then sit with her."
"Can you call Simon?" Alec requested. "Can you ask him to come here? He's the only one I haven't spoken to yet. I need to talk to him."
"Of course, darling."
Magnus stood up and pulled his phone out, stooping to press a quick kiss to Alec's lips.
He crossed the room and dialed Simon's number. Alec watched Magnus as he talked jovially on the phone. He watched the way he waved his hands as he spoke, the way he looked around at nothing in particular and the way that every couple seconds, Magnus glanced back at Alec as if trying to remind himself that he was still there.
He watched as Magnus pulled the phone away from his ear and pressed a few buttons. He turned back to Alec and smiled. "He'll be here soon, my love."
"Thank you."
—-
Simon wasn't sure why he was being summoned to Alec Lightwood's sick bed, but he rushed to the Institute anyways.
He was led to the Infirmary by a tall, blonde Shadowhunter who indicated the fourth door behind the desk. Simon pulled the door open and entered the pale green room.
Alec Lightwood was laying on the hospital bed, curled up against Magnus Bane. Magnus had positioned Alec against his chest and was running his fingers through his hair. Alec blinked blearily up at Simon and a small smile graced his lips.
"Hi, Simon." Alec said quietly.
"Hey, Alec." Simon walked up to the bed, uncertainly. "Magnus said you wanted to see me? You have something you wanted to say?"
"Yeah." Alec didn't move from his spot on Magnus' chest, which struck Simon as a little odd. He wouldn't have thought that Alec was that comfortable around Simon that he was willing to be so informal around him. "I'm getting married tomorrow. We are." Alec gestured to Magnus.
Simon nodded. "Yeah, I know, Maia and I were invited."
"You're coming with Maia?" Alec asked him, furrowing his brow.
"Yeah, I mean, is that okay?" Maybe the reason Alec had called him to the Institute was to tell Simon that he wasn't invited to the wedding. That there had been a mix up. A mistake. They hadn't meant to send him an invitation.
"No." Alec shook his head. "Because you're supposed to be going to the wedding with me."
"Uhh," Simon looked at Magnus cautiously and back to Alec. Magnus had looked as if he were oblivious to the conversation taking place, instead choosing to continue stroking Alec's hair back from his forehead, occasionally sending sparks of blue magic over the younger man's skin making him smile happily. "I think that that may cause a few problems. I'd rather not die tomorrow, besides I have a girlfriend."
"Not like that you moronic little - "
"Alexander." Magnus said quietly, pulling on his fiancé's hair, gently.
"I was hoping that you'd stand up with me tomorrow. Along with Isabelle and Clary." Alec sighed. "I wasn't asking you to marry me. I was asking you to be one of my suggenes."
"Oh." Simon said. "OH. Yes. Of course. I'm honored, I can't believe - I mean I can, after all we've gotten drunk together several times and I sort of like to think that we've got a certain bond, I mean you've saved my life before and I'm just - Man, I'm so honored. I can't believe you even thought of me, that's so nice."
"Please stop talking." Alec practically begged him. "Do not make this a thing."
"Right of course. I'll just go and I'll see you tomorrow." Simon nodded and fled the room.
"I talked to Cat, Wes and Tessa." Magnus whispered, looking down at Alec. He had curled further into Magnus after Simon had left, pressing his forehead against the man's neck and closing his eyes. "That's where I was when your handsome friend called me."
Alec was silent for a beat. "Underhill?"
Magnus' hand stilled in Alec's hair, just resting on the top of his head. "You think he's handsome?"
"...I guess." Alec said. "What were you talking to them about?"
"Making you an immortal." Magnus resumed his steady stroking of Alec's hair.
Alec removed his face from Magnus' neck and looked up at him. "Did you come up with an idea?" He asked eagerly.
"I have two, but I'm leaning towards the one that I'll need their help for. You gave me the idea before the family dinner, when you tried to use magic."
"What's the idea?" Alec asked.
"There's a spell, a ritual that we can use to turn you into a Warlock again." Magnus informed him, taking a piece of Alec's bangs and pulling gently before pushing them back again. "If you want to take that route, Cat, Tessa and Wesley will help me with the magic and the preparation. We'll draw a pentagram and Tessa and Wesley will do the spell work, We will give you a potion and..."
"And?" Alec prompted.
"Some demon blood to drink." Magnus sighed. "Once that is done we will finish the ritual and you'll sleep for a while during the transformation. Your magic will come in during that time and so will your warlock mark."
"Do you think it'll be the same as before?" Alec asked.
"Hmm?" Magnus looked down at Alec, a soft smile on his face.
"My mark, my magic. Will it be the same?"
"I don't know darling." Magnus told him. "When a warlock dies, their magic returns to Edom, where it's from. Perhaps, if we go through with the ritual, your magic from James' life will recognize your soul and return to you. If that happens, then yes, I imagine we will be seeing your beautiful green eyes again."
"Neon green." Alec scoffed.
"Hey," Magnus said sternly. "Don't you dare mock or insult those eyes. I love them, I love you. Those eyes are beautiful."
"Hmm." Alec hummed happily. "When can we do it?"
Magnus looked at Alec in shock. "Don't you want to hear the other option?"
"I don't think it'll be better than the first, but sure, why not?"
"Clary," Magnus said. "I thought she might be able to draw a rune for you."
Alec looked thoughtful. "I'd rather be a Warlock. I'd rather have my magic back, I don't trust or respect the Clave. I've been a Downworlder in several of my lives. I don't have any loyalty to them, not anymore. I want to be a Warlock again."
"Two weeks." Magnus said. "We have to get the ingredients for the potion, procure the demon blood, study up on the spell. We can't afford to get it wrong. Two weeks."
"Two weeks." Alec nodded. "Two weeks, and then forever."
"Forever." Magnus smiled.
"I can't wait." Alec smiled up at Magnus and reached a hand up, wrapping it around to the back of Magnus' neck and pulled him in for a sweet kiss.