Soulmate & Wingfic

Disclaimer: the fabulous work belongs to Cassandra Clare, thank you for creating the Shadow world.

Summary: Alec's wings were colored black, but he heard a rumor that when you have a soulmate, the wings turn to gold. Alec believed that he was tainted, since his siblings were pure and found the one that they loved, except for him.

"Did someone hang a 'Hospital' sign on the door of my loft where only I missed seeing it?" Magnus asked sarcastically while he and Catarina healed the newest batch of downworlders who appeared at his doorstep.

Catarina kept working her healing magic with complete disregard to the tone of voice the warlock used, although she was curious how that lot found their way to Magnus's loft. "Is there any reason why they came here?"

"A black winged man makes it a habit to drop by and leave the injured ones and then just pop off before I can say anything," Magnus replied to her, and then he added, "It's not the first time he's done so, and it only happens at night."

"You can look at it in this way, he seemed to know you can heal the wounded" Catarina replied, "and what do you mean black winged man, is he a shadowhunter?" she wondered.

"Could be, even though when he hands me the injured, he barely looks at me, and flies right off." Magnus replied.

"Did you try to ask about why he's doing this before he flew away?" Catarina asked.

"No, I didn't see any reason why." Magnus answered.

"Is there any reason why he is saving the downworlders?" Catarina asked.

"How should I know? Look what I am doing since they started dropping by."

Once the final batch of patients seemed to have stabilized, Magnus raised the wards around his apartment, he believed that the black winged man would stop trying to reach his apartment if he found the way warded.

"Why would you do that? He seemed to trust you!" Catarina said, startled at the warlock action, and then added, "Magnus, I don't think that it wise to raise the wards". As her friend turned to continue his ministrations of the injured, she turned to ask the ones she was taking care of at that moment, "Do you know the black winged man?"

"Never seen him before…" one said.

"I was going to die, if he didn't come and save me in the last minute…" the other said.

"You should lower the wards, Magnus," Catarina repeats her words, "He seemed to trust you, whoever he is, and if he is dropping them with you, then it probably means something."

"Fine," Magnus murmured and lowered the wards, and then he turned to his friend, "You should stay tonight, maybe you can identify who in Lilith's name he is."

"I will do my best." Catarina said with a lop-sided smile.

The blacked wings man intrigued her, and she was certain that his actions left an impact even on her stone-cold Warlock friend.

As night fell, Catarina slept on the couch while Magnus just watched and waited as he did for many nights before.

The woosh of wings woke him from his reverie as he noticed a boy, a shadowhunter boy who seemed terribly hurt, but once he was dropped only called after the black winged man.

"Alec, Alec wait…" but the black winged man didn't turn back as he kept flying into the night.

After bringing the boy in and making sure he wasn't in serious danger, Magnus looked at him and asked, "do you know who this black winged man is?".

"He is my oldest brother," the boy said, and then he added, "We were in the middle of the fight, Jace and Izzy were away from me, we were separated, and the demon hurt me, but before I could get to help, he came by, chased the demon off and picked me up and dropped me here."

"Your siblings will be worried if you weren't there with them."

"I should call them and tell them that I am safe and where I am." The boy said.

"What's your name?" Magnus asked.

"Max Lightwood, warlock."

Magnus sighed heavily, he thought that his tangling with the Lightwoods clan was over.

"Where were you hurt, Max?"

Max looked at his frame, he could see a large scratch on his waist, but nothing else, so he answered the warlock, "nothing serious, the iratze can heal it."

Just then, Catarina stirred and got up from the sofa, looking at the Warlock and the boy, who was just holding out his scratched hand, she came to the obvious conclusion.

"Did I just miss him?" Catarina said in a sleepy voice.

"Yes, you did, but thanks to this boy, at least now I know who the black winged man is," Magnus replied to her, and then added, "But I still don't know why he is not staying."

While he was answering her, Max lowered the cellphone he just pulled out and said, "Jace will track my phone to know where I am."

"So, who is the mysterious man?" Catarina asked curiously.

"He is my older brother, Alec Lightwood, who I have not seen for over a month now." Max provided the answer.

"So, I presumed that we'll see your family soon?"

"Anytime now." Max grinned at him as the iratze rune healed his last wound.

Jace burst through the door, with his sister her girlfriend and his boyfriend right on his tail.

"Max, how did you get here?" Jace asked, as he sighed in relief at seeing his brother.

"Alec brought me here." Max said innocently.

"What do you mean?" Jace asked, hoped that his parabatai was around to hear him, but there was no reaction and his link was still blank.

"Well, this means that your so-called brother is making me and my friend very busy, dropping by with no 'Hello', just dropping the wounded here and leaving." Magnus answered.

"Still not response on that rune, Jace, was it?" Magnus asked.

"No, and yes, my name is Jace, and it kills me not knowing what's going on, but I'm relieved that Max is all right." Jace replied.

"So, where are you going from here?" Magnus asked.

Alec watched from the roof of the adjoining building, he heard tales about the High Warlock of Brooklyn, and he was glad that he could heal the wounded, as he had no power to heal anyone he rescued. He took a risk bringing Max to the warlock, but he had no choice, even at the risk of Max exposing his identity to the warlock. Nevertheless, it killed him inside that he could not even stop as he heard his brother calling after him but had to fly away.

Maybe it was a sign for him to distance himself further, or perhaps he had to let things slide for a period, until they all forgot about him.

Alec spread his wings and flew, until, without warning, he felt a sharp pain in his right wing as if an arrow had pierced it, as he screamed in pain, he could feel himself falling lower and lower, and then a tentacle caught him as he was close to the ground, with effort he turned his head and noticed that it was not an arrow, just the sting of a demon, Alec knew that he was not in very good shape, the poison was more complex then usual, he'll have to be very lucky if he wanted to reach to his home, where he could take care of his black wings in private.

First thing first though, he slew the Raum demon that injured him and then he tried to calm his breath as he collapsed on the ground, that sting hit him harder than he thought.

The shadowhunter crawled on the ground, he did not want to be caught by any mundane, he bit his tongue to prevent himself from screaming as the pain was burning inside his body.

Using his last bit of strength, Alec hid his marks and wings, and then felt the last of his will power ebb away.

"Forgive me, parabatai." He murmured, and with that he felt himself sinking into the warm embrace of darkness.

TBC...