EDITED 5/30/2020

Alec slipped into bed with Magnus after a long day at the Institute. When he had come into the loft it had been dark and quiet. It was clear that the kids had long gone to bed, he had poked his head into each of their rooms; Clary was fast asleep, curled up to Wesley who was still awake. He had waved at Alec with a smile that Alec returned. Madzie was asleep, curled up to the stuffed dog that Alec had presented her with a few days prior. Raphael was awake and flipping through yet another one of his books. He'd looked up at and stared blankly at Alec when he opened the door, not saying anything and not looking away until Alec shut the door.

Magnus was wide awake, sat with his back against the headboard, a book in his lap. "Hello, darling." He murmured as Alec pressed himself into his side. He moved to wrap an arm around his husband's torso.

"I had the longest day in the history of days." Alec groaned, exhausted.

Magnus chuckled and rubbed Alec's arm in a comforting gesture. "Was it bad? Or just long?"

"Just long." Alec answered, moving his head around to get comfortable. "Mom, Dad and Izzy took the news about Clary well. Well, in Dad's case as well as he could. Mom and Izzy say congratulations."

"That's good." Magnus told him, his tone encouraging.

"Yeah, It's just surreal. My mom is happy for us, we've been married a month, yesterday and tomorrow we are going to be gaining a third child. It's crazy and I couldn't be happier."

"Oh, really?" Magnus asked teasingly, setting his book on the nightstand. "Couldn't be happier?"

"Nope, I'm perfectly happy." Alec smiled at him.

Magnus pushed him away only to roll on top of him. "I think I may have something that will make you happier." He was smirking.

"Oh, yeah?" Alec asked quietly, gripping Magnus' hips.

"Yeah." Magnus breathed, leaning down and drawing Alec's lips into his, kissing him slowly, passionately. He pulled back and quirked an eyebrow. "What do you think? You up for it?"

"You know I am." Alec grabbed Magnus by the back of his neck and pulled him into a searing kiss.

Clary was reclined back against Alec's chest, both of them stretched out on the black chaise. She was struck by the familiarity of the situation; it was almost exactly like the last time she went through the spell. Izzy, Wesley, Raphael, Jem, Tessa and Magnus were all standing where the Lightwood's had been all those months ago. Catarina was at the end of the chaise ready to perform the spell, Madzie was in her room watching a movie.

"Clary." Catarina placed a hand on her foot. "Are you ready?"

"I'm ready." Clary nodded.

Catarina started to chant in the same foreign language that Magnus had the first time around. Her hands lit up with magic and her glamour dropped, her skin turned its natural blue and her hair was white.

Just like the first time, she felt fine at first, mesmerized by Catarina's magic. Soon she started to feel heavier and more lethargic, she reclined further into Alec's chest, putting more of his weight onto him. Her head reclined all the way back onto his shoulder, staring up at the ceiling. Her eyes slid closed and her ears were ringing.

Catarina placed her hand on Clary's forehead making her eyes pop open, her back to arch off of Alec's chest, his hands grabbing her waist holding her in place and the breath leaving her lungs in a loud gasp. Catarina let a shock of magic flow from her hand into Clary, making the girl shriek and thrash in her father's arms. Alec held her in place, pressing his forehead into her temple and whispering in her ear although she couldn't hear it.

The pain was blinding, and she felt like she couldn't breathe, finally she collapsed back against Alec's chest. She was sweating, panting and her entire body was tingling in pain.

"May I introduce, Clarissa Lightwood-Bane." Even with her eyes closed, she could hear the smile in Catarina's face.

"Congrats, boys." Izzy's teasing voice rang across the room. "It's a girl."

Clary opened her eyes and tried to sit up. Magnus came to her aid and grabbed her hands; he pulled her to her feet and into his chest. "My precious girl." He whispered into her ear. "My beautiful, beautiful daughter."

Clary gripped his shoulders and screwed her eyes shut as she relished being in her father's embrace. She felt Alec's hand on her shoulder, and she moved to embrace him next. He held her tightly and buried his face in her neck. "I love you." He told her quietly.

"I love you too, Dad." She whispered back. Alec pulled back and gave her a watery smile. He had tears in his eyes and his smile stretched across his face, reaching his eyes. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Clary smiled and turned to look at the other people gathered. Wesley moved forward and hugged her close, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. "Congratulations." He whispered. "You look beautiful."

Jem and Tessa gave her brief hugs and whispered congratulations. Raphael gave her a reluctant hug, he wasn't overly affectionate, but his smile was genuinely happy. Izzy moved forward and hugged her as well, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Congratulations!" She held a mirror out to the girl. "My niece is gorgeous!"

Clary held the mirror up to her face and marveled at her reflection. She certainly looked like her fathers. Her skin was darker, much like her Papa, her eyes were a dark brown like her Papa's glamour. She had her Dad's nose and lips and her Papa's face shape; her hair was black like both of theirs but she had her Dad's curls. She was the perfect combination of the both of them.

"Wow." She said softly.

"Wow, indeed." Magnus told her.

Later that night after everyone had left except for her Dad, Papa, sister, brother and soulmate, the household had decided to retire to bed. Clary, unable to fall asleep, had slipped out from beneath Wesley's arm and left the loft. She wanted to get some fresh air after so much change in a single day.

She had gone to stand by the railing of the pier, the water calmed her for some reason, when Jonathan walked up to her, seemingly surprised.

"Clary?" He called, making her turn to see him. "Is that you?"

"What the hell are you doing here?" She demanded.

"Funny." He replied. "I was going to ask you the same thing."

She looked over her shoulder, looking for demons or maybe rouge Shadowhunters. "What? Is this some kind of trap?"

Jonathan looked around as well, he looked apprehensive. "I don't know, you tell me. I find it hard to believe our meeting here is a pure coincidence. I had no intention of stopping here tonight. I have my own business to take care of and yet, as I was walking by, I felt the sudden urge to stop."

Clary looked down at the pendant hanging round her neck as it started to pulse gently with each step that Jonathan took forward.

"Here you are," Jonathan gestured towards her. At her silence he nodded. "You must have felt it too."

He stepped closer yet again. "It seems that our connection has brought us together. I was worried about you yesterday." He took another step towards her.

"You stay back!" She took a step backwards.

"Whoever you were fighting must have got in a few good shots, didn't they?"

"You come any closer I will call the Institute." She pulled her phone out as she threatened him, seeing the texts and missed calls from her family.

2 missed calls from Wesley

4 missed calls from Dad

4 missed calls from Papa

3 missed calls from Raphael

Raphael 11:24

Where did you go? I heard you leave, it's late.

Papa 11:46

Where are you? Answer your phone

Wesley 11:53

Clary. Answer your phone.

Raphael 12:01

Dad's going to call the Institute and send out search parties if you don't answer your phone.

"Shouldn't you have done that already?" Jonathan asked, confused. "Or are you enjoying this conversation as much as I am?"

Clary shook her head, pocketed her phone and walked up to Jonathan. "You make me sick!" She told him. "You know that?"

"And yet," He started to circle her. "We're destined to be together. Us meeting here tonight proves it."

Clary laughed and turned to face him. "This isn't destiny, Jonathan. It's a damn blood connection."

"You love me Clary. I can feel it. It's why you let me go two days ago."

"I didn't let you go. I was knocked off of you before I could kill you." Clary snapped.

"It's why you won't turn me in now." Jonathan continued as if she hadn't spoken. "Come with me." He whispered. "I know a part of you wants to."

She smiled and moved until she was only inches away from him. "No part of me wants anything to do with you." She spat in disgust.

Jonathan looked down, hurt, before looking back up at her smugly. "For now." He reached up and gripped her neck, squeezing. "It's a shame, I've got that appointment to keep. I wish we could spend more time together." He squeezed so hard that Clary saw black spots dance in her vision. He let go and she gasped for breath. "To remember me by." He nodded to her neck before leaving. By the time she thought to turn around, he was gone.

Clary rushed home; her pendant had stopped pulsing by the time she made it to the street the loft was on. She ran up the stairs rather than using the elevator and made it to the penthouse door just as it opened. She flung herself into the arms of whoever had opened it, paying no mind to who it was. The arms that wrapped around her felt like a man's, but it wasn't one of her fathers or her soulmate.

The person scooped her up and cradled her to their chest, going back into the loft, kicking the door closed behind them. "She came back." She heard him say. It was her brother, Raphael. He passed her off to someone else, her Dad, and she clung to him just as tightly, falling asleep in his arms before they ever reached the couch.

When Clary woke up, she was alone in her room, tucked tightly in her bed. Clary sat up and looked around the room; the door was shut, and the room had been cleaned, probably Wesley's doing, he was quite the neat freak.

Clary eyed the fireplace that was lit and thriving in the corner of her room. Her neck hurt like crazy, it hurt when she breathed, she didn't dare try to talk. She assumed her parents probably wanted an explanation before healing the bruises. Clary got a crazy idea, but she wanted to pay that son of a bitch back. She reached up and removed the pendant from around her neck. It would've alerted her Papa that she was hurting herself.

She placed the pendant on the bedside table and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She stood up and moved towards the fireplace before kneeling in front of it. She stared into it, mesmerized by the flames, it was like time had slowed down and all she could see were the flames, how they moved and bent as the air moved them. Tears built up in her eyes as she reached forward, sticking her hand into the flames and watching as they blistered and burnt the skin of her fingers and palm. It was like she couldn't even feel it.

"Clary! Hey!" Jem had come to see if the girl was still sleeping, but ran across the room as he noticed what it was, she was doing. He grabbed her by her armpit and the elbow of the arm that was stuck in the fireplace. He hurriedly dragged her backwards, pushing her to sit on her bed.

The shock of being pulled away from the fireplace startled Clary into feeling what she had just subjected herself to. Jem took one look at her hand and forced her to stand up once more. He took her by her right wrist, the one she had burnt, and her left upper arm. He led her into the living room where her family and friends were gathered.

Tessa, Raphael, Wesley, Catarina, Simon, Isabelle, and her parents were all gathered. Tessa, Catarina and Raphael were all sitting together, Isabelle and Simon were talking together, and Wesley, her Dad and Papa were closest to them.

Jem marched her right up to the group of three, burnt hand stuck out in front of her in plain view.

Her Dad was the first to look up, he looked first at Jem, then his daughter and his eyes lowered to the hand Jem was holding steady.

"What the hell?" He asked, grabbing the edges of her palm in both of his hands. He turned it this way and that, examining the burnt flesh. Wesley and her Papa huddled close to her Dad, also looking at her hand.

"I went to check on her like Tessa suggested, I found her burning herself in the fireplace." Jem explained.

Clary watched as her Papa instantly raised his hand and waved it, snapping his fingers. "Fireplace is gone." He told the group.

"What were you thinking?" Wesley asked her, clearly desperate for an answer that made some sort of sense.

"I . . . I don't know." Clary answered. "I think, maybe it's the connection to Jonathan. I woke up, I was so angry. I wanted to hurt him."

"Was he the one who hurt you last night?" Jem asked her.

Clary nodded, wrenching her hand free from her Dad's only to have him catch it between his once more and wave his hand over it, making the burn disappear.

"I just wanted some air, yesterday was so crazy. I wanted to go out and just walk. The connection brought us together, he wanted me to run with him. I told him no, so he . . ." She gestured to her neck making her Papa wave a hand and the pain vanished, along with the bruises she assumed.

"I'm sorry." She whispered tearfully.

"Just . . ." Her Papa held up a hand. "Go put the necklace back on and stay here. Do you understand me?"

Clary nodded. "Wesley, Jem, Tessa and Raphael will be staying here with you. Your father, Isabelle and I have business at the Institute."

The meeting had been horribly long, and Raj had been the biggest pain that Alec had ever experienced. All he wanted to do was get his husband and go home, but unfortunately, he still had paperwork to finish and his husband had left with his sister to play in the lab nearly an hour ago.

"Please tell me we can go home." Magnus walked into his office with his usual flair.

"Not yet." Alec shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. "I've still got paperwork."

"Ugh." Magnus groaned and rounded the desk, hauling Alec up onto his feet. "No more paperwork. It can wait until tomorrow."

"It really can't." Alec laughed, however he followed Magnus as the man led him to the middle of his office.

"Are you sure?" Magnus stood on his tippy toes and started placing kisses on Alec's jaw. "I think it can." He whispered.

"Oh yeah?" Alec asked.

"Mhmm." Magnus nipped at his deflect rune.

"I love you." Alec gasped as he tipped his head back, giving Magnus better access to his neck.

"I love you more." Magnus said as he pulled back to cough into his elbow. His ears started to ring and when he faced Alec again, his husband looked concerned. Magnus reached up to find his nose bleeding.

"Magnus?" Alec asked, alarmed. "Magnus?"

"I'm fine." Magnus waved him off.

Magnus coughed again and this time blood stained his lips red.

"Magnus!" Alec grabbed him by his arms and lowered him to the ground as he fell.

"Kepalaku. Tolong bantu aku." Magnus said. (My head. Please help me)

Alec, who had learned Indonesian as Thomas, immediately started sending his magic through Magnus' head.

"Itu menyakitkan." Magnus continued. (It hurts)

"Medic!" Alec yelled. "Somebody get help! Magnus!"

Magnus started to seize, and Alec felt his heart climb into his throat. He couldn't lose Magnus. He just couldn't, but he wasn't trained in healing. He hadn't learned it like Catarina.

"Someone get help!" Alec screamed. "Magnus, stay with me. Stay with me. Magnus stay with me. Stay with me, c'mon!"

Magnus had passed out and Alec couldn't feel a pulse anymore. Magnus' chest wasn't rising and falling like it should be if he were breathing. Alec started compressions to try and start his soulmate's heart again.

"Come on, Magnus. Stay with me, come on." Underhill had come in about twenty minutes ago and Alec had instructed him to send a fire message to Catarina. At this point, he's afraid it might be too late.

"What happened?" Catarina rushed into the room.

"Catarina." He cried, tears running down his nose. "He . . . he just collapsed. He quickly moved away from Magnus. "I . . . I don't know, you have to do something. He said his head was hurting. He's not breathing."

"By the angel!" Izzy swore, she had followed Cat into the room.

"Magnus, Magnus. Can you hear me?" Alec panicked.

"Stand back." Catarina rubbed her hands together.

"Please, I'm right here."

Catarina shocked Magnus four times, Izzy grabbed Alec's hand as he watched, desperately.

"Catarina. Is he going to be alright?" Alec sobbed.

"Come on, Magnus!" Catarina ignored Alec. "Hang in there!"

Another three shocks and Magnus' heart started again. He began breathing only seconds after. Catarina waved her hands over him and Alec held his breath.

"He was poisoned." Catarina diagnosed. "Do you know who handled his food or drink today?"

Alec thought back to the meeting. "Raj." He spat the name like a curse. "He brought us coffee."

"I'll go detain him." Izzy left the room.

Catarina and Alec worked together to move Magnus to the infirmary where the staff hooked him up to the monitors there.

Alec stayed by Magnus' side for as long as he could, but eventually he had to go interrogate Raj who was then charged of a violation against the accords and sent to Idris for his deruning.

Clary stood outside the infirmary doors, staring in at her father, laying limp and unconscious in the hospital bed.

Simon and Isabelle were sitting in the hallway with her. Wesley was in the infirmary with Catarina and Tessa. Jem had gone with her Dad and Raphael had stayed home with Madzie.

"Hey, Fray." Simon said gently. "He's going to be okay."

"First Dad nearly dies and now this." Clary said tearfully. "Why is everything falling apart?"

"Hey. Hey. Hey, Fray." Simon stands up. "Hey! Fray!"

"What, Simon?!" Clary whirled around, snapping at the Vampire so loudly that Wesley came and opened the door to the infirmary, looking at her inquisitively. "What are you going to make some joke to try and get me to feel better?"

Wesley immediately closed the door and came to her side. She hated that the second he placed his hand on her shoulder she calmed down, even a little. "Clary!" He said.

She took a couple deep breaths. "I can't live like this," She looked up at him. "I'm so angry, all the time."

"What do you suggest doing?" Izzy asked. "No one has any other ideas."

"I say we summon the person that did this to me." Clary said. "We could make Lilith undo this."

"No," Wesley shook his head. "Absolutely not. It's too dangerous. Clary, we will figure something out, I promise you. But not that. Okay?"

Clary sighed and nodded. "Fine."

Wesley smiled and leaned down to kiss her. "I've got to get back and help Cat. You good?"

Clary nodded again and watched as he went back into the infirmary.

"We don't need him." She said once the door closed. "I'm a warlock and I have my rune ability. I can summon Lilith."

"Let's say we summon Lilith." Simon said. "What stops her from escaping? Burning New York down?"

"The Malachi Configuration." Izzy said. "It was built to contain greater demons."

"She's the Queen of Hell. We need a contingency plan." Clary countered.

"A way to send her back to Edom if she gets loose." Izzy nodded.

"The Mark of Cain." Simon realized.

"You don't have that anymore." Clary shook her head.

"Yeah, I don't, but Izzy and I both know someone who does."

"You think you can convince Cain to cooperate?" Izzy asked him.

Simon shrugged. "It seemed like he liked me. It's worth a shot."

"Okay." Clary nodded.

"I'll go talk to him now." Simon started to walk away.

"I'll go with you." Izzy walked after him.

Clary was in the weapons room prepping for summoning Lilith, she could see Underhill watching her carefully from the corner of her eye. Clary figured her Dad had asked him to keep an eye on her since he was busy and her Papa was laid up, unconscious in the infirmary.

She had just finished strapping her fingerless gloved on to her hands and slinging her bow over her shoulder when it hit her. It was the worst pain she had ever felt in her life. She knelt down on the ground and cried out in pain.

She could hear Underhill's boots hitting the tile as he rushed over to her, he knelt down next to her, hand on her back.

"Clary? Clary? What's wrong?" He looked up towards the doorway. "Get me the head of the institute now!" He ordered.

As suddenly as it came, it disappeared. Clary straightened up, breathing heavy. "No, no. I'm okay." She waved him off. "I'm alright."

"What just happened makes me think differently." Underhill stood up and offered her his hand. She accepted the help and stood up as well.

Jem came into the room first, her Dad right behind him.

"Seriously?" She groaned quietly. "I'm fine. It was nothing."

"She collapsed to the ground, screaming." Underhill added from behind her.

Clary turned around and fixed the head of security with a glare. "Believe it or not, I don't need your help."

"Clary. Enough." Her dad told her firmly as he and Jem approached the pair. "Thank you, Andrew. You can go."

Underhill nodded and left the weapons room.

"You're going to the Infirmary to get checked out." Alec told Clary.

"I'm fine!" Clary protested.

"My husband and my daughter both collapse within two days of each other. One was poisoned and the other. . ." her dad shrugged. "Well, we don't know, do we? You're getting checked out if I have to drag you to the infirmary by your hair."

"Fine." Clary sighed. "Jem, would you do me a favor?"

"Of course." Jem nodded.

"I need you to go . . . " She took the piece of paper out of her pocket and handed it to him. "Here and help Izzy and Simon with a little project they are working on. Please? That's where I was headed before this. Everything you need is on the paper, okay? Give it to Izzy when you get there."

Jem nodded, patted her dad on the shoulder and took off.

Clary waved a hand. "Lead the way, boss."

Her dad rolled his eyes and led Clary upstairs to the Infirmary. When they got there, Magnus' brow was furrowed, and his hand was twitching.

"Is he waking up?" Clary asked her dad.

"I don't know." He moved to her Papa's side and pulled the chair close up to the bed. "Magnus, can you hear me?"

Magnus sighed and moved his head to the side.

"There you are." Alec sighed in relief. He reached his hand out and tilted Magnus' chin back towards him. "Hey." He smiled.

Magnus opened his eyes and saw Alec. "Oh." He smiled and reached his hand out to pat Alec's face before dropping it to his shoulder. "There you are."

"Yeah." Alec chuckled slightly.

"Mmm." Magnus spotted Clary at the end of his bed. "There she is." He held his arm out for her and she rounded the bed and crawled in beside him, letting him wrap an arm around her and pull her into his chest. "What happened?"

"Oh. Well, you got very sick, but everything's going to be okay." Alec told him. "Basically, Raj poisoned you. I've already sent him to the Clave, and he is being deruned as we speak, actually." Alec had noticed the clock on the wall opposite him.

"Poisoned?" Magnus asked. "Why?"

"Prejudice?" Alec shrugged. "But you're going to be fine. Speaking of, Clary, go get checked out. Now."

Clary groaned and extracted herself from her Papa's arms and went into the next room. Alec turned to watch as she stood before Wesley, who was slouched in his chair, cell phone in hand. He watched as Wesley suddenly jumped up and circled Clary, turning her and then helping her into the chair he'd just been sitting in. Wesley then stood in front of her and started waving his hands. Satisfied, Alec turned and looked back to Magnus.

"What's wrong with her?" Magnus asked him.

"She collapsed screaming," Alec told him. "I had Underhill watching her, she's been taking what happened to you pretty hard. It's been a long two days. So, he had me contacted and I brought her here, just in case Raj wasn't working alone."

"It's been two days?" Magnus asked in shock.

Alec nodded. "Yeah, it's been hell."

Magnus reached up to stroke Alec's face again. "My dear, darling Nephilim." He smiled softly. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine now that you are." Alec gripped Magnus' wrist. "And I'm so glad that you are okay."

Magnus used the wrist that Alec was gripping to pull him to him. He reached up with his other hand and cupped the man's face. "I'm okay thanks to you." He whispered. "Now would you kiss me?"

Alec smiled and leaned in; he pressed his lips to Magnus' aiming for a chaste peck but Magnus tightened his hold on his husband's face as Alec tried to draw back. Alec paused for a moment before pressing his lips to Magnus' more firmly, moving his lips with Magnus' in passionate caresses.

Finally, Magnus drew back, leaving both men panting. Magnus smiled up at Alec, hands framing the younger man's face and leaned back up, lips slanting across Alec's for one more firm kiss.

"By the Angel, I love you." Alec breath fanned across Magnus' face making Magnus smile wider and close his eyes for a brief second.

"I love you." Magnus echoed. "So, so much."