Hello, hi, bonjour, hola. Hi to doyelmoulick8017 cheers for da review. This took me so long to write, I had sooooooo many things to do. Sorry about that. Anyway thank sooo much to anybody here.

Have a good day.

Alec.

Okay. This was a situation. I walked into the changing rooms after archery club and I found a boy on the floor looking as though he was about to be beaten up by Will Herondale. God he was such a prat. I interfered and cut to 10 minutes later, I had the boy unconscious in my arms and Will on the floor, in a pool of blood. This was a bad situation. I considered splashing the boy with water but in order to get him anywhere he would have to move, and judging by his nausea, that was not a good idea. Instead, I lay him down slowly on the bench.

I caught my breath as I looked at his face, properly. I hadn't seen him up close, but I got the chance to now. He had flawless, light-brown skin and soft dark hair. His cheeks were sculpted with high cheekbones to pair with a dainty nose. Below, his full lips were parted in a slight 'O'. His Jaw line was strong and made his whole face seem more masculine. Lightly slanted eyes were lined blue glitter that matched the glitter in his hair. I never knew that glitter could look so hot. Woah. Hold up. I'm gonna stop you right there. I knew I was gay and I was okay with it, but the last time feelings had happened, it didn't end well. With my crush... and my dad.

Tearing my eyes away from the sleeping boy, I became aware of a loud pinging that had been going on for a while. It was from the blue duffel bag that was next to the boy. I cautiously picked up the phone that was making a noise. It was unlocked and on a group chat. I decided to type.

SMS

Clary: Magnus?! It says uve seen the sms's but u haven't replied, wyd?

Alec/Magnus: Hi, I'm Alec. I found your friend getting beaten up by Will in the changing rooms and he's unconscious.

Ragnor: Haha. Nice try Maggie.

Alec/Magnus: I swear I'm not lying, and I'm kinda freaking out.

Simon: Ragnor, he didn't tell u off 4 saying Maggie, its not him.

Simon: Is he ok?

Alec/Magnus: I mean he was beaten up and he's unconscious. What do you think.

Clary: OMG! WHERE IS HE?!

Alec/Magnus: The changing rooms at school.

Ragnor: None of us r at skl. We r all at home.

Simon: kk how about everybody come over to my place. Alec? Do u have a car?

Alec/Magnus: Yeah.

Ragnor: Woah woah, im sorry but im not letting my friend go with a stranger until I absolutely kno that I can trust u

Ragnor: I mean come on, u just reply to da group chat saying dat hes unconcious and in a bad way, then u expect me to believe u. Nuh uh honey, das not how it works.

Clary: Rag, suck up ur protectiveness for once in ur life, Magnus was beaten up!

Alec/Magnus: {PICTURE} I got Will off him but he's unconscious… like I've said 2 times.

The picture was of Magnus lying on the bench and Sebastian lying a foot away from him in a pool of blood. Both of them look bruised and bloodied, but Sebastian looked worse for wear, with a black eye already forming.

Ragnor: holy shit, okay bring him over to Simons.

Alec/Magnus: Fine, I still need an address.

Simon: oh yeah, XXXXXXX XXXXXXX XX

Alec/Magnus: I'll be there ASAP.

...

By the time I got there the 3 friends where already there, opening the door to let me carry a limp Magnus (I think that's what they called him) into the living room. I lay him down awkwardly. The girl came into the room and held out her hand.

"I'm Clary, by the way, Clary Fray." She looked at me expectantly. I took her hand.

"Alec Lightwood." She nodded.

"That's Ragnor Fell," she pointed to the boy lounging on the couch, a magazine in hand. "and that's Simon Lewis." She said as he came in the room holding a glass of water.

"Nice to meet you-" Simon started.

"Hate to interrupt this little chit-chat, but Magnus is still unconscious and badly wounded on the couch. What are we doing about it?" the interruption was from Ragnor, who was no longer flicking idlily through a gossip-girl magazine. Instead he was smirking at the huddle around Magnus.

"I don't see you striving to help." Clary retorted.

"I just got a $50 manicure darling. And as much as Magnus is my friend, I am not willing to ruin my nails just because he needs some TLC." His stare landed on me, raking my body as if it were an examination. Blood threatened to pool into my cheeks. He smiled coyly. "Blue-eyes, you seem up for the job. Ready to kiss Maggie's boo-boos?" The furious blush made itself known on my face. I stared at my feet.

"Honestly Rag, do you have to be such a prat because Kaelie broke up with you?" Clary sighed. Ragnor's lackadaisical expression jumped to fury.

"What? Kalie is nothing to do with this!" He nosed himself angrily into the magazine. Rolling her eyes, Clary took the glass of cold-water out of Simon's hands. was holding.

"What are you doing?" Instead of answering she tossed the water onto Magnus's face. Simon and I were to shocked to do anything, while Magnus spluttered to consciousness.

"What happened?" he managed to say between coughs.

"You were beaten up and were unconscious so Alec texted us via the group chat. We told him to bring him to Simon's house. That's where you are now." Clary explained slowly. Magnus didn't seem to be registering anything; instead he was looking round the room in a dazed expression. I couldn't help note that even in his crippled state, he looked really hot.

Not... Not hot... Nope. Not going there.

His unsteady glance landed on me. He froze.

Magnus

SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. Alec was here, looking even more awkward and adorable than usual. And I was here, wet – for some reason – and probably looking like a mess. Not even a hot mess. Just a garbage disposal mess. I realised that I was staring at him. I quickly readjusted my face to what I hoped was a casual sexy. I looked back at Clary and Simon who were both doing THAT face. The face that your BFF makes when your jaw-droppingly gorgeous crush is standing less than 4 feet away from you. I glared at them and tried to sit up. I winced in pain.

"Hold on. Don't move. You took a punch to your stomach. Moving won't help you." It was a male voice. I looked up. To my surprise, it was Alec talking. I hadn't noticed how deep and mellow his voice was, I mean I hadn't realised it in my nauseas state of mind earlier. But, mmmmmmmmmmm... his voice sounded good. Like the taste of honey, if that makes sense. Realising my puzzled expression, he elaborated, "I took a medical course. We should probably see if you are bleeding." He gestured to me. I realised what he was referring to. Oh God.

Slowly, so it wouldn't hurt, I peeled off my shirt. Looking down I realised he was right.

It looked bad.

"Ouch." I muttered. There was purple bruising already forming on my left side and there was blood. We all looked up at Alec. He seemed to know the most out of us. He nervously went forward and knelt beside the sofa.

"So, I'm going to clean it with an antiseptic, then we'll see how bad it is." He said with nervousness that matched his expression. I shot a panicked glance up at my two best-friends, both of whom where thinly trying to hide their laughter. I was freaking out too much to glare at them. Oh. My. God. Alec was going to touch my torso. ALEC was going to touch my torso. I wasn't scared that he would think that my torso wasn't good. I knew my torso looked good. Maybe not as muscled as Alec's, but definitely defined and toned. It was more what would happen when he touched me. Alec was busy opening his first-aid kit to notice the looks between me and Clary. Looks of realisation, understanding, and sympathy mixed with hysterical laughter. Wait. Hysterical Laughter? The conversation stopped abruptly when Alec returned, holding a cotton cloth, antiseptic liquid, gauze fabric, tape and a cream.

I immediately felt turned on.

Something about him being able to cure someone was just soooooo sexy. I could just imagine him in Doctor's scrubs, directing nurses to their respective places, telling a patient they needed to eat more vitamins, that patient being me, then passing the vitamins over to me, his fingers lingering a little too long on my hand before he drags me into a kiss, pressing his body into mine, one of his hands fisting my hair as his other went lower beginning to-

A sudden warmth on my abdomen startled me from my fantasy, with me wishing it was true. Alec was already wiping up the dried blood around the wound. *sighs disappointedly* He was surprisingly gentle, even when he was cleaning the actual cut (made from Will's many ringed fingers) I barely felt anything. I kind of wanted him to be rough with me, but his gentleness was definitely, definitely not unwelcome.

As he worked, I recalled my blissful dream, thinking about specifically how he would grab my hair, how his lips would taste, how he would dirty talk-

"Done." Alec said, standing up. I looked up in surprise. There was something in his voice. Did he look… disappointed? His blush was definitely still there, showing that this was defo uncomfortable for him. But… yeah, there was that look in his eyes… Good to know. He turned around, packing the things back into the first-aid kit. I glanced down. Oh… Oh dear... Now I had a massive plaster on my abs*. So not sexy. Clary nudged me and I looked at her.

"OMG, I thought you were going to get hard for a minute there. You looked as if you were in heaven." She hissed dramatically.

"Shut. Up. He's. Coming. Back." I said tersely through my teeth.

"So, you should probably take anti-inflammatory pills every few hours or so to help with the swelling on your face… though you should probably clean your face first." SHIT. I probably had a bloody bruised face, that did not look attractive. He noticed my alarm. "It won't look that bad, maybe a little purple. But the pills will help with the pain also." He handed me a sheet of pills. I took them from him, praying so hard that the next part of my dream would come true…

It didn't.

Instead he retreated and picked up the rest of his stuff. I rushed to get up, no way was he leaving now.

"Thank you, for literally everything." I said, probably a little breathlessly, while holding out my hand. He turned around. Smiled, and took my hand.

"No problem. What did you even do to upset Will Herondale anyway?"

"More like Herondick." Ragnor interjected, still sulking on the couch. Alec laughed lightly. I rolled my eyes.

"I was my usual, fabulously queer self." I said with a smirk, putting a lot a lot of emphasis on the queer.

His expression seemed to sober a little. I immediately started analysing. Straight… no. Gay… maybe. In the closet? A baby pick coloured his cheeks. Definitely a Narnian. Well, this just made it more interesting.

A sharp ringing abruptly ended the friendly silence. Alec took his phone out of his pocket and answered it.

"Izzy?"

Alec.

"Where the fuck are you?"

"Hello to you to, dearest sister." I replied dryly. Magnus and Clary were whispering frantically while Ragnor and Simon were listening in not-so-discretely. It was probably about my sister, Izzy. They probably didn't even know I was related to her.

"Sorry, but you need to come home now."

"Why what happened?" I could feel a tremor of anxiety going through my body, Izzy sounded panicked.

"Dad's about to be home. Like he's literally 2 minutes away." My blood froze.

"Is Max there? How bad do you think he is?" I was trying not to attract attention from the other occupants in the room as I started shrugging my jacket on.

I failed.

"Yeah and, like, level 89 drunk?"

"Out of 100?"

"No, out of 2. Yes out of 100 dumbass!" I could hear the eye-roll through the phone.

"Okay, I'm on my way. Can you ask if Max can stay over at a friends' for a sleepover or something?"

"Will do, but get here quickly, k."

"Promise, love you."

"You too." The line went dead. I took my phone down from my ear.

"Soooo, what was that about?" Simon asked, probably being as discrete as possible for him.

"I have to go." I know it was rude but, they didn't know my dad. Without waiting for them to answer I put on my backpack.

"But you only just came, stay for some food. It's almost time for food. Simon's mum is making some." Clary protested, while elbowing Simon in the stomach. Simon winced.

"Sorry, but I really have to go. Besides, I wouldn't want to intrude." Clary opened her mouth, about to say something, but Magnus – who had been quiet – cut her off.

"Your stomach." All our eyes jumped to him. He realised he hadn't said his full sentence. "I mean, you got punched in the stomach, didn't you? You can't leave until we've at least checked that you're okay." I was about to argue, but the look on Magnus's face made me stop, he was mother Henning over me. I sighed impatiently, I was fine. My hand lifted up the corner of my shirt.

Magnus

Holy shit… I now believed in God. Somehow, Alec's tight torso was on display to all of my friends. Even Ragnor was staring at the revealed skin.

"See I'm fine." Alec said, droppings his shirt. I snapped out of the daze. "Anyway, I've really got to go." With one last desperate attempt, I snatched his hand.

"Call me sometime and I'll thank you." I said while scribbling down my number on his skin.

"…ok." He was blushing. Without another word, he turned and left.

As if a switch had been flipped, all of my friends started talking.

"OH. MY. GOOOOOOD." Rag practically screamed. "He is so fit."

"I take it back he is hauwt." Clary said with a nod.

"He's like the gay-made love child of Chris Hemsworth and Tom Holland. All the fitness of Chris, all the awkwardness of Tom."

"He's making me question my own sexuality." We all looked at Simon.

"Aren't you pan?" Ragnor finally asked.

"Yeah, but he's making me feel like I'm gay…" Simon looked dumbfounded. I let out a laugh.

"And you, how dare you not tell us that he has an amazing body, you've made me seem like I have bad taste." Clary said, her eyes were twinkling though. I just gave a small smile.

I could not wait to see him in school tomorrow.

*You dirty minded person….( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Btw sorry the chapters are kinda short.

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