Hi guys! Sorry about how long it took to update. It's test time currently, and I'm trying to finish my last assignment for the semester. Thanks so much to everyone who has stuck by this fic. It means so much to me!

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Chapter 12

Breathe

"You ready?" Aline's voice was hard and stony as the car started to pull into the parking bay.

She and Alec prepared themselves to face the mob of people outside the car, all with cameras and various recording devices. At the sight of the large black SUV, cameras were raised and fans bounced on the spot.

"Am I ever ready?" Alec joked, his hand on the door handle, ready to pull the lever whenever the security guard gives him the signal.

"Good point," Aline winked at him, unbuckling her belt and retying her shoelaces.

The car came to the curb, stopping in the parking bay as the security guard in the front seat quickly got out. Turning to look over his shoulder, he muttered, "give us a moment to clear things for you guys."

"Sure," Aline smiled and perched herself on the edge of the seat. "There's a surprisingly number of people waiting already."

"You did tweet about it last night," Alec reminded her before their driver said that they were allowed to get out. "No wonder so many people are here. You have about five million followers."

"Not as many as your eleven million," Aline retorted cheekily, gently shoving him.

"Most of them are either twelve years old or from my parent's generation," Alec kidded, chuckling as he neatened himself up, taking in a deep breath and preparing to face the audience.

Alec opened the door of the car, jumping out and ignoring the large number of paparazzi as he turned to help Aline out. The crowd surrounding them immediately began to shriek the two singers' names. He shoved his sunglasses further up his nose and kept his head low. Aline hopped out gracefully, her hair tied up into a fashionably messy bun and sunglasses also covering her eyes as she clutched her duffle bag over one shoulder. She laughed when Alec pulled down her shirt slightly to avoid any unintentional flashing, after it got caught up with her bra and started rising up a bit too much. They pretended that they didn't hear a wolf whistle from one of the men from the crowd.

"Thanks," she murmured, to which he gave her a mock salute in return.

Alec shut the car door with a thud, security guards coming to lead them into the dance studio. After Alec's call, he and Aline had spent the night on Skype, both surprisingly alert as they came up with lyrics to a song dedicated to bitter love stories and their exes. Aline had even gone as far back as to recall her first douchebag of a boyfriend – Fernando. Alec didn't like to admit that the song, Alejandro, was named after Magnus' ex though. Neither did he like to think that the Roberto referred to in the song could also be a reference to his father. Despite the fine details that Alec hated to admit, Aline had flown over to London and the two had spent the week in the recording studio, going over the backing track, lyrics and melody with the aid of the sound workers and Alec's band (although, she did spend a considerable amount of time with Alec's makeup artist). Their managers had loved the song and approved it immediately, leading them to start their dance rehearsal for the music video that might happen – if the song is popular when released. Their managers, however, practically vowed that it'd be the next big hit.

"Alexander, how does your family feel about your sexuality?"

"Aline, were you aware he was gay when he kissed you?"

"Do you have a boyfriend, Alexander?"

"Aline, look this way, sweetheart!"

Alec let Aline grab his arm, her fingers holding on tightly as he led her through the growing horde, who were watching them with wide eyes. She struggled to fit through the small gap between the people with her duffle bag, so Alec quickly took it off her and carried it instead. She sent him a thankful smile, immediately appearing more at ease. Fans screamed out their names and tried to get close, only to be stopped by the buff men in black suits, while paparazzi continued to fire questions at them at the top of their voices.

Alec went bright red when one crude man yelled out, "Alexander, are you a top or a bottom?"

"Such a pervert," Aline mumbled to Alec, who could merely nod in agreement as a security guard opened the door to the dance studio for them.

"Alexander, please sign my shirt!" A fan girl managed to break past the security guard as she threw herself at Alec, who automatically caught her.

"That's one hell of a way to get a signature," Aline whispered to Alec, smirking when he went red.

"Sorry, we don't have much time to stop and sign anything today." He cringed at how he sounded like such a self-absorbed douchebag. "Message me on Twitter or something, I'll try and work something out."

"Really?" The girl's face lit up with happiness.

"Sure thing," he replied as she was dragged away from him, screaming of her love for the singer.

"That was dramatic," Aline joked as the two stars rushed inside, the door slamming shut behind them before another fangirl threw herself at Alec.

They saw a receptionist who stood up at their arrival and efficiently led them into the dance studio. They could tell that the paparazzi were still trying to take pictures through the windows and glass door, so the security guards chatted between each other before heading out to face them. The receptionist also promised to shut the blinds for privacy. Once in the dance studio, their eyes landed on their choreographer for the video – Hodge Starkweather. His short blonde hair was sleeked back and his stubble was surprisingly sexy, although Alec found himself thinking of Magnus' smooth jawline. The way it felt under his lips and hands. He quickly cleared his throat, trying to stop himself from thinking of dirtier things. Aline shot him a confused look at his sudden bright red cheeks. He shrugged awkwardly, averting his eyes.

"Hey Hodge," Aline greeted her old friend, and a rumoured flame of hers.

According to the peformer, she and the dancer merely laughed over the rumours, after all, he too knew about her sexual preferences. She had even hinted that Hodge's sexuality may not be what it seems. Although, her father wasn't too keen about what people were saying about his daughter and the dancer. Aline had spent months trying to convince him that the she and Hodge were purely friends. The age gap between them certainly didn't help Pat's feelings towards the man.

"Hi Aline, long time, no see." Hodge hugged her before turning to Alec. "Hodge Starkweather, pleasure to meet you."

"Alexander," Alec introduced himself, shaking hands with the dancer who appeared to be in his late thirties or early forties. He looked away to the corner of the room when he caught himself appreciating the dancer's muscular arms.

"Okay," Hodge clapped his hands together and stepped back. "Back up dancers will arrive in an hour after we rehearse with the two of you. I have a few ideas for the music video, which I want to be sexy, tantalising and everything your fans could dream of. You two will have scenes where you dance together, where you are with a group of dancers and hopefully…where you have some dancing with someone of the same gender. We really need to up the stakes with the video, it'll be one of the most provocative videos of your era…hopefully. That means, you two will need to be prepared to try out some new things that you might not be too keen on to begin with. I can promise you one thing though: the end result is going to be great."

Alec gulped…Magnus wasn't going to like him dancing with another guy. Maybe it wouldn't be sexy? He immediately rejected that thought; of course it'll be seductive, it's the whole aim of the video. Oh well.

Aline sent him a nervous smile, "sounds good."

"Wicked," Hodge cheered before grinning, "shall we get started?"

"And action!" The camera man shouted out, and the three individuals sitting in front of the cameras immediately focused on the conversation.

"Maryse and Robert Lightwood, it's such a pleasure to have you two on the show tonight." The interviewer started, closely watching the two Lightwoods.

"Thank you for having us," Robert replied automatically and Maryse smiled sweetly to emphasise his point, waving at the audience who were cheering for the couple.

"How have you two been?" The interviewed began, warming the conversation up.

"We've been good, how have you been?" Maryse turned the question back, making the spectators laugh when the interviewer blinked for a few moments.

"I've been great! So excited for your visit to the show," the lady explained, beaming at the two celebrities before clearing her throat. "So, now that those pleasantries are over, can I begin with asking you about your latest dystopian movie, Robert? How is it? What is it all about? I've been told that there's some great things instore for us fanatic fans. Also, I heard a rumour that it will have a song written by your eldest son, Alexander, in the sound track. Can you talk to us about that?"

"My latest movie is called Demons and we're planning to start filming in two weeks in Canada. Which, I don't know about you guys, but for me it is very exciting news. I can't say too much, but the movie describes the inner torment the main character will experience in their dark world, as they overcome issues and learn their true self. As I said, I can't go into too much detail yet, due to all the legal restrictions I have to follow, but it'll definitely be the next big blockbuster. I can promise you that. As for Alexander having a song in the soundtrack, it's heard that it's been rumoured for a while. Originally, I was completely clueless about the fact that social media was saying he has been writing a song for the soundtrack, but my manager eventually informed me. It's a cool rumour but nothing official has been made of it. Maybe if my producers agree, we could sneak a song in made by him. I'm not sure." Robert answered seriously.

"He'd probably like that," Maryse kidded weakly and Robert chuckled politely in response.

"What do you two think of your children and their career choices?" The host asked whilst she was perched on her seat, her bright blue heels complimenting her blue and white dress.

"I think that they have made excellent choices that suit their personalities well. Alexander is a talented musician and he's always had very competent musical capabilities. He was able to keep a steady beat at two years old, which according to some of our musician friends, was a huge feat for a child! Honestly, he makes me feel very honoured to be his mother because he's grown into such an amazing man. I'm so happy for him because he is finally proud of who he really is, which isn't something that's easy to do." Maryse instigated, pausing slightly to check Robert's reaction to her words. "I have always been jealous of the strength he possesses – the world could be falling to pieces and…he is still a rock for those who need support and love. Alexander doesn't love easily. He definitely cares for others, but love is a whole other story. If you are a lucky person to be loved by him, he loves you endlessly. His love is loyal and never wavering. I think that's something we all can work on."

"I think everyone has seen how strong he can be recently, especially due to his announcement. I think people have been able to see glimpses of his compassion towards those he loves, especially with his younger siblings." Robert added thoughtfully, leaning on the arm of his chair.

"Definitely," Maryse agreed, peeking again at her soon-to-be-ex-husband.

"Since the whole world is wondering, does he have a boyfriend?" The interviewer queried hopefully.

Robert shrugged, "you'd have to ask him."

Maryse quickly spoke up to change the subject. "Jace is an amazing and dedicated actor. I believe that the numerous awards he has won over the years speaks for that itself. He also has such a perfectionist attitude, which is how he gets the awards he does. He studies hard, evaluates his characters and concentrates on his goals. I know that sometimes on set, he'll be up until three in the morning, working on a fight scene or going over lines. To him, everything needs to be spot on. He has very high expectations for himself. Despite biologically not being our son, he will always be considered the part. I know old friends joke that Jace is the biological son and our youngest is the adopted, after Jace having more personality traits like ours. They're probably a big reason why he went into the acting business."

"It also helps that he's incredibly attractive," Robert joked, making Maryse and the host hoot.

"I can't deny that," the interviewer said charismatically before Maryse continued to talk.

"Isabelle is persistent and very determined. Robert always used to joke that she and I are exactly the same…which is definitely not true. She has tougher skin than me, and she always has, especially compared to when I was her age. She can take any criticism like a champ. Which I guess could be due to her upbringing in the public eye, whilst I had the shock of the sudden change overnight when a movie became a success. She's also got a fiery personality which is something you don't want to be on the bad side of." Maryse let out a titter. "Trust me, I learnt that a long time ago. She always adored fashion, even when she was a little girl, so modelling is like a perfect match for her."

"And then there's our darling Max," Robert stated, sharing a happy smile with Maryse. "He's the baby of the family, but don't tell him I said that. He'll find some way to make me regret it with his wittiness and brains."

Maryse then took over after rolling her eyes at Robert's antics. "He's still in high school and is a genius. I wouldn't be surprised if he becomes a scientist because he definitely has the intellectual mind for such a challenging job. I know I would never be able to do some of the work he can do, I already struggle with helping him with his homework."

"What sort of science do you imagine him studying?" The interviewer queried curiously.

Maryse paused as Robert pursed his lips attentively. Robert eventually answered after thinking for a while, "I'd say possible psychology…maybe he'd become a doctor? Although he does love astronomy, he also likes chemistry and physics. He has an incredibly scientific brain and is very focused on his studies. Jace always jokes that Max's girlfriend will forever be his textbooks."

"Although, he also likes art. He adored manga when he was little, he draws a lot in his spare time." Maryse commented pensively and Robert nodded in agreement.

"And may I ask about you two? I know this may be a tough question to throw at you two and feel free to pass it if you don't want to answer. There's been many rumours about your marriage coming to its end, after both of you were spotted without your wedding rings and there's been a period of neither of you attending events together. Can we get an answer to whether you are still together?" Maryse and Robert kept their polite smiles, but dread immediately filled them.

"Actually, that is a good question. Robert and I agreed that if it was brought up, we would discuss the situation. It's important for the public to know, as well as us to share it so we can finally move on and be happy." Maryse licked her lips as Robert reached over and grabbed her hand supportively. "We have been separated over the past few weeks after we found that things weren't what we wanted anymore. The proceedings for our divorce is on its way."

"Maryse and Robert Lightwood have announced that they are calling it quits on their marriage after being together for thirty years, after marrying in 1986. The power couple has been in the spotlight throughout their years together, raising four children together and overcoming their busy lives. However, it seems that the hectic life has taken its toll after Maryse declared their impending divorce, after reportedly being separated for weeks. What we want to know is, how are their children handling this sudden statement? Things must be tough for the Lightwoods, so please send your love and support over to their way."

Izzy shot up, snatched the remote and turned off the T.V., glowering at the blank screen. She threw the remote to the floor of her room and shut her eyes, inwardly reminding herself to have deep breaths. It was official: her parents were actually getting divorced. There was no way to go back after this proclamation. Her phone chimed and she rolled over to grab it off her bedside table. She paused when she saw who the text was from – Simon.

Unlocking her phone, Izzy read through the text with watery eyes. Hi Izzy, I know that this is random but I just saw the news. I'm really sorry that your parents have decided to split. If you need anything, let me know

Izzy let out a choked sob before reply, I'll be okay. Thanks.

She flung her phone away before tossing herself back onto the bed, deciding that sleep was the best way to cope with the heartache today. She found herself surprised to hear her phone ringing moments later. Sitting up and rubbing at the treacherous tears that rolled down her cheeks, Izzy seized her mobile. Simon was calling. Something in her became warmer at his attempts and persistence. Izzy cleared her throat forcefully; trying to hide her rough voice caused by hours of moping and crying.

She quickly answered with a semi-stern tone, "Simon? What can I do for you?"

"You're not okay right now so I'm here to cheer you up." Was the enthusiastic response he fired back immediately.

Izzy hesitated, knowing that if she let him in, it could end in pain. Just like her parents. "Pardon?".

Simon sighed loudly, reminding Izzy of Jace and Magnus' dramatic noises. "Iz, it's a tough time for you. I remember when Clary's parents divorced and she was miserable for months. I want to be there for you to help you through it."

A frown rose to Izzy's face and she felt her momentary happiness fly out the window. Of course, it was always Clary. What else had she expected? "Thanks, I'll be good by myself though."

She went to hang up when he sent a panicky shout into the phone, "don't be like that, Iz. Please. Talk to me. I'll always be here for you. I know I'm just some waiter who spends his time dreaming big, and you're one of the most talented…and admittedly lusted after models in the world, but that doesn't mean I can't be here for you."

Izzy waited a few moments, feelings her walls begin to crack and burn. She groaned. "Fine, but don't you dare tell anyone about any of this." she warned and he chuckled, shocking her. "Even Clary."

"I promise I won't tell anyone. Even Clary. Cross my heart and hope to die." Simon swore, making Izzy finally smile as she laid onto her back and began to talk.

Camille could see the faint sign of light peeking out threw the closed curtains that shielded the front rooms of the house from stranger's eyes. She unlocked the front door to her parent's elegant home, the scent of cinnamon and air freshener welcoming her inside as she gently shut the door behind her. The lights were dimmed but the heater was on, suggesting her parents were home. Camille carefully dropped her handbag next to the door as she took her jacket off and placed it onto the hat and jacket stand. Stretching for a few moments as she prepared herself to face her mother's desire for this family meeting.

Incomprehensibly voices could be heard from the kitchen, so she called out. "Mum? Dad? I'm home."

"We're in the kitchen," Roger replied loudly, the talking between the two immediately dying down in volume.

Camille strutted down the hallway, turning left into the lavish kitchen, with marble floors and cream walls. Red roses were in crystal vases and jazz music was softly being played from the T.V. in the entertainment room. Vivienne and Roger Belcourt sat at a recently polished wooden table, whispering to each other with closed off body language. Roger had his arms crossed over his chest, his black hair smoothed back as his hazel eyes gazed at his wife. Vivienne's hair was in ringlets and dark brown, suiting her white dress well. Vivienne's muddy brown eyes quickly landed on Camille and an edgy smile automatically rose to her face. Camille looked at the two of them, stopping in the doorway as the rigidity in the atmosphere immediately hit her.

"Camille, we were hoping that you would arrive soon. Take a seat, sweetheart." Vivienne stood up and Roger straightened as soon as their adopted daughter entered the room.

Camille raised an inquisitive eyebrow at her mother, who was far too…sweet compared to her usual self. With an air of curiousity, she noted her father sitting at the table, a solemn look on his face. A glint of displeasure in his eyes. "What's this about?"

Vivienne gave Roger a subtly shove and he cleared his throat, jumping into action. "There are some things we need to talk about, Cam. Please join us. And remember, talk it through with us, don't scream it."

"What exactly do we need to talk about?" Camille tensed, keeping her feet firmly in the doorway. "I've obeyed all the rules you forced onto me, why are you doing this?"

"It isn't about our…reasonable requests, darling. Take a seat, ma Cherie." Vivienne insisted, sitting down next to Roger to emphasise her point. "Come on, Camille. Just do as you're told."

The blonde ambled into the kitchen and pulled a chair out, plonking onto it as she eyed her parents. "What is this about then?"

"Cammie, there are some things we should've told you before this point in your life and we are so sorry we kept it a secret." Vivienne nervously bit her lower lip. "We received a call a few days ago. From a very sweet lady called Annamarie Highsmith."

"What about her?" Camille asked, running her fingers over the edge of the table. "I don't recognise the name. She has nothing to do with me."

"That's where you're wrong, sweetie." Vivienne said quietly and Camille sent her a weird look.

"I think I would recognise the name if she meant something to me," the blonde woman stated harshly, going to stand. "Can I go now? Mags is having a group gathering at his place tonight, and I just stopped by to have a shower. He'll be expecting me."

"Camille, stop with the socialising for one minute." Vivienne snapped angrily, making Camille's cheeks flush red with irritation. "Now listen to us."

"Annamarie means plenty to you. More than you know." Roger informed Camille gently, leaning forward before searching his wife's face, a look of nervous determination on his own. "We'd better get this over with, Viv."

"What over with?" Camille snapped, glowering at her parents. "Stop being cryptic and freaking tell me already."

Camille's choice of language made Vivienne rear up, only to be stopped by Roger, who placed a calming hand on his wife's arm. "Cammie, your Mother has always been infertile."

Camille's nose scrunched up and she appeared to be disgusted and confused, "how is that possible? You had me."

"That's the thing," Roger swallowed thickly and Vivienne squeezed his hand for support. "We had been married for years when the doctor told us that it wasn't possible for Vivienne to become pregnant, so, we called the adoption agencies. A few years later, after plenty of paperwork and meetings, a young teenager called Annamarie became pregnant. The Father wasn't going to be involved in the pregnancy and nor did her own family approve. She decided that once the baby was born, it would be put up for adoption. Given to a family who could properly care for the child."

"Where are you going this?" Camille's hands fell limply to her side and her green eyes examined her parent's faces.

"Annamarie agreed to let us adopt you, as long as she got to choose your first name." Robert said bluntly and Camille's mouth dropped open.

"I'm…I'm adopted?" The interior designer uttered in shock.

Vivienne added cautiously, "yes darling, but we still love you. You were always our little girl."

Rage flared up in Camille, "and yet you lied to me for years. I'm twenty-five years old. You had twenty-five years to tell me and you couldn't let me know the truth before that? You're a load of shit."

"Don't speak to your mother like that," Roger snarled and Camille's eyes flashed.

"Mother? She's nothing but a fraud. You're both a bag of lying dickheads who prey on children's weakness. You take their love for granted before shoving it back in their own faces." Camille yelled, getting to her feet and storming out of the kitchen. "I'm such a goddamn idiot!"

"Camille, where are you going?" Vivienne and Roger followed her down the hallway.

"Out. Away from you and your lies." Camille screamed, unshed tears in her eyes.

"We didn't mean to hide this from you, it was Annamarie's wishes." Roger stated, almost pleadingly. "She didn't want you to feel rejected from this family. She wanted you to grow up and feel…"

"Normal? A part of this family? You know what? If Annamarie wanted that, then she can go fuck herself too." Camille growled, snatching her bag and coat.

"Please darling, listen to us. Talk to us. Please." Vivienne begged, stumbling back when Camille whirled around. "Camille."

"You listen here, I want nothing to do with you, you bitch." Camille threatened darkly, tears trickling down her cheeks. "All of you adults are just liars. I hope you get the karma you fucking deserve. Now get the hell out of my life."

Camille yanked the front door open – the comforting thought of Magnus and Ragnor on her mind as she sprinted out onto the path, not bothering to look at the oncoming traffic when she ran across the road. The car speeding down the road didn't have any chance of stopping in-time. Vivienne's scream echoed around the lonely street as her adopted daughter's body was thrown across the road with a gruesome crack. The car raced off even faster, leaving the wrecked body of Camille on the wet road, her jacket and bag next to her as she bled.

Aline knocked on the door to Helen's apartment, bouncing on the spot with excitement. The door quickly swung open to reveal her beaming girlfriend. Helen's smile widened at the sight of her girlfriend and she opened her arms welcomingly, "Ally! Come in, baby."

"Hey sweetheart," Aline kissed Helen gently, giving her a hug after tucking a stray piece of hair behind the blonde's ear. "How are you?"

"I'm good, trying to organise things for Alexander's tour and this new music video of yours." Helen answered, slightly teasingly as she returned the embrace5. "I wish he would just choose his costume designer so I can have a second opinion and not waste my time if they'd disagree."

"I'm sure that whoever he chooses will adore your designs and ideas. Do you have any ideas of who he might employ?" Aline queried as she stepped inside, shutting the front door behind her.

"I suggested Magnus," Helen admitted, biting her lower lip. "I know it's risky hiring your partner…but Magnus is great and it could get him to the big places he wants to be."

"That is a bit risky," Aline replied cautiously, averting her eyes so that Helen didn't see the mixed emotions. "But it could also be the best decision."

"So you think it's a good idea?" Helen said hopefully, starting to smile happily.

"I think it has the potential to be," Aline decided, "now come here and kiss me."

Helen chose to obey that request.

Catarina stood to the side, waiting for the emergency patient who they just received a call from the ambulance about. She had her hair tied up into a tight bun whilst she flicked through paperwork and checked that the station was ready for them to perform on the victim. The doctor arrived on time after being on call. He muttered a brief hello to all the nurses before he stood off to the side, mentally preparing himself for the patient. Catarina checked her nurses' watch, wishing she was home in bed when it said ten-thirty at night. It had been a long day for her. Soon, the doors were slide open and two ambulance officers strode in with a severely bloody victim on a trolley. Catarina felt her heart go out to the poor girl's family before she swapped to her work mode, her sympathy changing to seriousness.

"Okay, we've got a woman, twenty-five years old, hit by a car. Driver didn't stop and wait, luckily her parents were there to get immediate assistance. Sadly though, the witnessed the incident. Which is both good for us to get an idea of how it happened, but I think they'll need a referral for a psychologist. The victim has a possible broken leg, we think she definitely has broken ribs and a punctured lung. Her pulse is dropping rapidly and she'll need some donated blood. She's sustained a few critical wounds, including one on above her hip. They'll need addressing. She's currently stabilised, but we had to perform CPR on her on the way here. She underwent cardiac arrest when we arrived at the scene – it was good we arrived when we did. It's believed internal bleeding was a big reason that she underwent that, along with shock. Both paired together just sent her heart into overdrive." The paramedic rushed to say as they took her to the bay to begin working on her.

"Name?" One nurse asked as she filled out some paperwork.

Catarina went to hook the I.V. into the woman's bloodstained hand when she paused and let out a cry. Her world swayed around her as she stumbled back, bumping into another nurse. She recognised the blonde curls and angular jawline, even when it was soaked with blood. The patient's hands were petit with elegant fingers that had bloody scraps on them. The same fingers that used to play classical piano throughout high school.

The ambulance officer answered and said the name that truly destroyed Catarina's heart, "Camille Lilianne Belcourt."

"Cammie," Catarina gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.

She shook her head, trying to believe it was a nightmare. She'd wake up and find Camille sitting on the sofa, gossiping with Magnus and avoiding Ragnor's flirtatious comments. She'd be talking about fashion or the latest celebrity stuff. She'd be fawning over Jace whilst Magnus went on about Alexander. This can't be her.

"You know her?" The doctor questioned sadly.

Catarina nodded, her eyes watering before she let out a sob. "We've been friends since high school."

The doctor frowned, "you know the rules, Cat. You can't help if it's a loved one. Your emotions make you unreliable. Why don't you go take your break?"

"I need to help her," Catarine insisted, shaking her head and going to grab some fluids for the drip.

"No, you need to go and get another nurse to replace you." The doctor stated calmly, "now Cat."

Catarina stared at her broken friend, pacing to her side and crouching slightly to whisper into Camille's ear. "I'll be back, Cam. You're safe now."

"She's be okay, we'll save her." The doctor said, but Catarina knew that Camille's chances were not spectacular.

"I know you will," she confirmed before leaving the room quickly.

Magnus sat in his apartment, chatting away to Ragnor, Will, Jem, Simon, Clary and Tessa. The group were laughing from a dirty joke Will made, said man now beaming proudly as he tightened his grip on his boyfriend.

Jem was the only person who didn't laugh at the joke, instead, he simply rolled his eyes and muttered, "you're a pig, William".

Simon leaned closer to Ragnor, nudging the man with his elbow. "So, when were you going to tell us about your relationship with Camille?"

"When I would've seen you next," Ragnor supplied cheekily, ducking a pillow Clary ditched him.

"Oi, Bane, have you seen the two latest videos posted by Aline Penhallow onto Instagram? I think you might want to," Will leant over and handed Magnus his phone.

Magnus took it, having the screen so that Clary, Simon and Ragnor could also watch. He pressed play and the first video was one of Aline and Alec dancing. There was no music, although Aline had written "Dance rehearsals for our next duet! AlexanderLightwoodofficial"

Magnus pressed play and they watched as Alec twirled her and then lifted her up. His arm muscles bulged from the added weight. Alec suddenly lett her go and dropping her before doing a complicated catch merely centimetres of the ground. Aline got back to her feet before they both began the same contemporary routine, their bodies twisting and leaping. The video finishing with both singers twirling.

Ragnor whistled when the video finished, "that was pretty impressive."

"There's another one that you might not like so much, Mags." Will stated, smirking at the fashion student.

Magnus went to her next video and his eyes narrowed at the caption "why does AlexanderLightwoodofficial always get to dance with the hot guys? #dancerehearsal #prepareyourselves".

Magnus started the video, watching Alec grind seductively against a toned blonde man. The blonde's leg was hooked around Alec's waist before he leapt into the air and latched onto the singer. Alec held on before the dancer pushed himself off Alec's thighs and did a backflip. Magnus' boyfriend then rushed to stand behind the blonde, wrapping his arms around the man's waist and kissing his way down the dancer's neck and back. It was way too sexy for Magnus' liking.

"That dance was pretty impressive," Clary admitted, paling at the look Magnus sent her.

"No it wasn't, it was a terrible dance." He grumbled, throwing Will's phone back and crossing his arms over his chest, muttering about the stupid, hot blonde dancer who was feeling up his boyfriend. "Why did you even suggest that I should watch that? That was a terrible idea."

The group continued to chat when Magnus' phone went off with the Jaws' theme. Jem rolled his eyes, "I still can't believe that you set that to be your ringtone when Batari rings."

"Oh hush it, you pickled cucumber." Magnus retorted, standing up and heading towards the kitchen as he answered the call. "Hey Mum, what's up?"

"Magnus," Batari's voice was breaking and cracking. "Something has happened."

Magnus felt his blood run cold, "Mum? Is everything okay? Is it you? Mum?"

The group gossiping fell quiet and tensed. Jem reached over and grabbed Will's hand, while Simon draped his arm protectively around Clary. Ragnor got to his feet and moved closer to Magnus, concerned.

"I got a call from Vivienne – she doesn't have your number…Maggie…it's Camille." Batari whimpered and Magnus' eyes widened.

"What about her? Is she okay?" Magnus rushed to say, voice becoming high-pitched with panic and fear. "Mum? Mum!"

"She's been involved in a hit and run accident. She's in the emergency ward at the hospital, doctors are about to perform a surgery on her…Maggie, you need to know, they aren't she'll make it out of the surgery room." Batari whispered and Magnus felt as if the world fell out from underneath him.

"No," he uttered, eyes watering before tears spilled over his cheeks. "No."

"I need to go, I'll see you at the hospital?" Batari asked and Magnus nodded, before realising she couldn't see him.

"Yes, see you there." He muttered and Batari ended the call.

Magnus' phone fell out of his hand before he crumpled to the ground with an agonising wail. Saliva dripped from his mouth as Ragnor leapt forward and caught him, both falling down. Ragnor rocked his old friend, running his fingers through Magnus' hair. "Mags, what's wrong? Magnus? Talk to me. Tell me what's wrong."

Simon, Tessa, Clary and Jem were by their side as Will crouched next to Magnus. Magnus let out another bloodcurdling cry. Will grabbed his hands, "Magnus? You need to talk to us."

Magnus managed to mutter between sobs, "Camille."

Ragnor stiffened, sharing a horrified look with Tessa before he looked back down at his best friend. "What about her, Mags?"

Magnus looked at Ragnor over his shoulder, shaking his head. "I'm…sorry, Ragnor. She was hit by a car…she's…undergoing surgery."

"We need to get to the hospital. Now." Tessa said firmly, taking the lead on the situation. "I'll drive my car."

"I have the fan, it can get all of us there." Simon reminded them and Tessa immediately agreed.

"Let's go," Clary picked Magnus' phone up before the group began to head towards the hospital.

"Alec," Izzy shouted, banging his bedroom door open. Her hair was a wild mess and eyes were wide.

Alec jumped and became frantic at the sight of his baby sister, "shit Izzy, don't scare a guy like that. What's wrong?"

"Simon just texted me – Magnus needs you." Izzy rushed to say and Alec tensed, becoming alert. "Now."

"What's happened?" He asked, leaping to his feet and hurrying around his room to find some neater clothes to change into.

"Camille has been hit by a car, they don't know how she is, but it sounds like a worst case scenario for her." Izzy whispered and Alec stood still, gaping.

"No…she can't be…she's…I've got to go." Alec sprinted to his closet and pulled out more clothes and a travel bag.

"Go where?" Izzy queried, her crease forming between her brows.

"America. I have to be there for Magnus." Alec informed her, throwing the bag onto his bed and unzipping.

"If you're going, I'm coming with you. Jace will probably want to join us." Izzy stood up straighter, composing herself.

Alec raised an eyebrow, "since when would you two want to come with me?"

Izzy cleared her throat, "three words: Simon and Clary."

"Good point," Alec replied, searching his wardrobe for shoes to take. "I'll book the tickets for the plane."

"I'll let Mum and Dad know what's happening." Izzy rushed out of the room and Alec went to grab his phone, sending a text to Magnus before going back to the task at hand.

Magnus was practically sprinting down the hallways of the hospital, his friends running after him. They turned onto another corridor, pausing at the sight they saw. Vivienne and Roger were sitting in a pair of uncomfortable, rigid seats, fingers linked. Standing next to them, with her hand resting on Vivienne's shoulder, was Batari. Batari's hair was braided back messily, stray hairs falling in front of her eyes, which had remnants of eyeliner surrounding them. Sitting on the floor, opposite the three parents, was Catarina, still dressed in her blue nursing scrubs. The noise of their footsteps made Catarina and Batari look up. Magnus saw Catarina's bloodshot eyes, and the nurse stumbled to her feet before running forward and throwing herself into Tessa's arms.

Batari made her way over gracefully, pulling Magnus and Ragnor into her arms. "Hello, my sweet boys."

"Mum," Magnus whimpered, "how is she?"

Batari paused, which gave Magnus little faith. "We are not sure yet…I believe Cat knows, though."

"She looks terrible." Catarina sobbed, shaking her head. "She's gone into surgery – it's the best we can do right now."

"Did they say what's wrong with her?" Ragnor gulped and Jem came to his side, running his fingers soothingly down his back.

"Broken ribs, she's definitely fractured her leg, it's probably broken though. Punctured lung, a very bad wound above her hip, a lot of bruising and she lost a lot of blood." Catarina paused before admitting, "they had to revive her at the scene."

"What?" Ragnor staggered out of Batari's arms, gaping. "You mean…she…she…"

"Died. Yes." Catarina moved away from Tessa, looking directly into Ragnor's pained eyes. "It's believed that it was a mixture of shock, impact to her chest and internal wounds that caused it. She isn't a pretty sight."

"Will she be okay?" Jem queried, clutching Will's hand.

Catarina fell silent and averted her eyes, non-verbally telling the others the answer.

Security guards opened the car door and Izzy was the first to get out of the black SUV. As soon as she stepped out, dressed in skinny black jeans, a white blouse and a large black fur coat, the cameras held by the paparazzi started photographing her, flashing rapidly. Her black heels clicked against the floor as she kept her eyes masked by her sunglasses. She lowered her face so that her straight black hair covered it slightly. Jace was next to exit the car, wearing blue jeans, a red baseball cap, sunglasses and a grey shirt, his blonde hair messier than usual. Finally, there was Alec, whose leather combat boots hit the floor first, trailed by his tight ripped jeans and black sweater. He quickly put his sunglasses on when the camera flashes and shouting from the paparazzi increased. The three on-edge Lightwoods headed into the entrance of the hospital, ignoring the paparazzi.

Right before they were inside, Izzy turned around and yelled out, "couldn't you have more respect? We're at a hospital and you lot are being dicks. Get lost."

"Calm down, Iz." Alec murmured as gently tugged her away and into the privacy of the sterile hospital.

He faced the security men, all in black suits as he whispered, "we'll be okay. Wait here."

"Yes, Mr Lightwood." The men nodded and the Lightwoods followed the directions Simon texted Izzy.

It took them a while to find their way, stopping to ask a receptionist which direction they had to start in. Soon they were in the elevator, stiff and silent. Jace was the first to speak, "I really hope Camille is okay."

"Me too, bud." Alec patted him on the arm and pulled each sibling closer.

They snuggled into his sides, appreciating the reassuring scent of his expensive cologne. Despite their ages, they often went to Alec for support and comfort, after their eldest brother took over a parental role when their parent's lives became too busy with work. Izzy's breaths were uneven, so Alec tightened his grip on her.

"Do you think they'll be okay to see us?" She inquired breathily.

Alec shrugged, "Simon is. If he felt it was beneficial, I'm sure it must be okay. Plus, as soon as he sees your pretty face, he'll be so much happier. You have that effect on people, Iz."

"Do you reckon Clary will be happy to see me?" Jace then questioned.

"She needs all the support and love she can get. The fact that you came all the way from London just for her will definitely mean a lot." Alec assured, tracing patterns onto Jace's back, just like he did when Jace would wake up from nightmares when he was first adopted. "Everything will be okay. I promise."

"How can you promise that?" Izzy uttered, stepping back from Alec.

Jace copied Izzy's actions as Alec replied, "because you'll always have me here for you. No matter what."

The elevator doors opened and the soft atmosphere was replaced by emotionless expressions and heavy steps. They made their way down the corridor before Izzy mumbled, "turn left. They should be in the next hallway."

The Lightwoods obeyed the instructions, turning left to see Magnus and his group of friends, along with some adults Alec didn't recognise. The group looked up when they heard them approaching, before Magnus' jaw dropped at the sight of Alec.

"Alexander," he whispered, getting to his feet and running towards his boyfriend. "You're here."

Alec found himself encased in Magnus' arms, and he quickly returned the hug. "Of course I am. I'm sorry I wasn't here earlier, it took a while with the flight and everything."

Simon was heading towards Izzy, "wow, you're actually here."

"I had to be here." Izzy lowered her voice, her cheeks going red. "For you."

Simon blinked at her before reaching out and wrapping an arm around her, "c'mon. Let's sit down. I bet those heels are uncomfortable."

A red blur of curls threw herself at Jace, wailing into his shirt. "Jace, oh my god, Jace."

"Shh, it's okay, Clary. You're okay." Jace ran his fingers through her hair, clutching her tightly and burrowing his head into the crevice between her neck and collarbone.

Magnus stepped back from Alec, grabbing his hand. "There's someone I want you to meet."

Batari moved forward, gazing at her son and Alec with a warm yet melancholy look in her eyes. "Alexander? It's nice to finally meet you, although it might've been nicer in better circumstances."

"You can say that again," Alec joked weakly, "please, call me Alec."

"Call me Batari," Batari introduced herself, hurrying to pull Alec into a surprise hug.

Alec hid his shock, quickly hugging the woman back. She released him after a few moments and took in his appearance, "well, aren't you a handsome man? You have good taste, Maggie. Just like your Mum."

Magnus gave her a watery smile before he led Alec to sit next to him on the floor. Alec sat up straight, leaning against the white wall. Magnus laid down, resting his head in the singer's lap as Alec played with his hair, letting the fashion student drift off to sleep.

Well, that got a bit sad. Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed! Also, I need a few ideas for the theme of the Alejandro music video. It's easy to copy the original music video, but I thought it'd be cool if it's different. Still sexy though ;)

Werewolf Darcy – Thanks for reviewing! I can't wait for Magnus' prom too! Hopefully it'll be good ;)

AnnieBea – Haha well someone knows their Lady Gaga songs ;) Yes, it's Alejandro. I hope you liked the song I chose.

Pri-Chan 1410 – I'm so happy that you loved it and the interactions with Maryse. They definitely saw each other sooner than planned! Thanks for reviewing again!

Tay – Haha I considered Born This Way, but I felt like it'd be cool to bring in one of her sexier songs. You'll have to wait to see what happens at the ball ;) Bahaha this might sound mean but you'll need to wait and see to get the answers to your comments! Thanks for reviewing again

Wolfie – You are a beautiful person ;) Haha I love the song suggestion! I might bring that up some time. Thanks! And I'm definitely planning to have Maryse and Alec sing together some more. Thanks for reviewing!

Moonchild001 – Haha I feel like I should apologise for injuring Camille since she and Ragnor just got together…sozzles. Thanks for reviewing again!