Hey, everyone! I fear you may have forgotten about this one, I've been reading so many other great fics ins this fandom. Like I said response is always a huge motivator for me, and it motivated me so much I wrote a 10,000 word chapter! If this were a one off—I'd probably be fine with that, but for a story, I try to keep every chapter under 3,000-3.500 words long. I so I did a lot of editing. And got I down to two parts...which means it made a little bit of a liar out of me, because parabatai are discussed more in the second part of the chapter.

this is also posted to AO3 (penname: kosherrainbow)

The moment Magnus Bane had seen the glint off the wheelchair being pushed out of the club by the tiny familiar looking red head; he suspected that his night of partying had come to an end. He finished the last of his drink before he took a portal into his office space at the Institute. It was a generous space at the height of the Institute, with especially beautiful views, he had picked himself when he had first started the position. He had been a great many things in his long life, but he had never imagined Shadowhunters attempting to integrate their political structure to allow for inclusivity. They had an admittedly long road to travel, but at least they were trying.

He had thought whatever might have happened would have transpired quickly and he would have been there to help explain everything. However at thirty minutes he was already considering a trip home to the chairman when he saw them coming in at a distance. He made his way down the flights of until he appeared just before the three shadowhunters entered the infirmary carry three other bodies. When he didn't see a second auburn haired woman, he knew something unexpected and, he feared, dire had happened. With as much urgent authority as he could muster, if only to avoid questions from the Nephilim, he ordered Gideon to take the werewolf upstairs.

Either they hadn't wanted Luke or who ever had attacked them had not been smart enough to recognize the simple poison had not done what they had assumed it would on a werewolf. As they were likely desperate off-Grid Circle member he began his work based off of the latter thought. It didn't take too much magic or energy to clean Luke's system before he went back to the infirmary to check on the other two and to allow the man to wake up. The teenagers had taken care of the girl just fine, but when it came to her brother he lingered longer than he should over someone who wasn't injured. Even with his eyes closed the man was striking. And if they had stayed blue…the warlock's eyes drifted downward toward a tear in the shirt that gave the smallest tease to the skin beneath.

"Magnus?"

It was his summer-time student Gideon who had pulled him out of his staring.

"Is the werewolf awake?"

There was a nod, "I'm sure we'll be down shortly, let me know when they wake…and in the mean time you should probably find them both some fresh, clean clothes to wear"

"I just don't understand…how does a Shadowhunter appear out of nowhere?"

Alec blinked the world back into focus, and was met with bright lights of an unfamiliar room. It took a moment before his memories caught up with him. His dad lying on the ground, unmoving, his sister screaming…dragging himself up the stairs. That creature.

"Never mind two of them."

Isabelle Lightwood knew both of her brothers extremely well, but Jace's instant and rather adamant opposition surprised her. She looked to her eldest brother trying to read his face, but his emotions were fairly even, always the think-then-react type. She hoped he'd decide where he stood on this so they could get Jace to calm down.

He could hear them before he could see them, the three who had been in his home. They were too focused in on whatever it was they were arguing about, to notice him stirring. He was sitting up now, trying to observe more.

"Come on, Izzy, you can't honestly believe he is anything other than a mundane."

Everyone told her that Jace would even out once he found the Shadowhunter with the matching Parabatai mark, that they would be his balance; like Gideon who was able to pull a little strength from his sealed bond though it was only a portion of what was possible when the other would be physically present. But she knew Jace's was still fading, she had seen it every day in training and even she had to admit her optimism was getting a little nervous for his approaching eighteenth birthday. She had never been more grateful to not have a Parabatai mark of her own.

The walls of the room were patterned between stained glass and screens covered in strange images that made him wonder if he had hit his head and just how hard. To his other side was an open entry way and stairs, just three, leading out. At the bottom to the side he caught site of the three who had been in the apartment.

"You saw the rune, she is clearly one of us."

"Yeah, sheis…"

These two new people, two new Shadowhunter- she was sure , were exciting. Their days at the Institute so often were boring, and repetitive and her sense of adventure felt hope with this development. She had seen the how Jace looked after talking to the girl, could understand his intrigue with the petite red head. But there was something about the red head's brother that intrigued her, even felt familiar. She was just as sure this boy was Shadowhunter as Jace was that he wasn't.

There was a sound of slight rustling movement from behind him. Clary. He moved the pillow to the end of his bed, and his legs to the side. With less effort than he expected he was able to lift himself over the bars in between the beds, until he was sitting at the end of her bed.

"And if they are related, then obviously he must be one too…"

As they argued, Izzy's eye were distracted by a movement behind her brother's. With half of her focus watched as the dark haired boy in the infirmary lifted himself to be closer to his sister. This instinctual protectiveness, that continued as his seemed to look around in a calculative manner, was something she recognized in her own sibling. For Izzy this was proof she was right.

He held her hand as he looked around, still no sign of his chair. No chair complicated any means of escape. His free hand hit his pocket, landing on something hard, his phone. So, they might not have been kidnapped by experts. He managed to shoot a couple of texts to Simon, before Clary began to stir.

"This is ridiculous Iz…explain to me how that would have even have happened, and two how would it even work?"

Clary's fire red hair shooting up into a sitting position seemed to interrupt their argument. Alec held on tight while she started spew questions. "Alec, where are we? Who are they? Why did you kidnap us?"

There was a scoff from the taller of the two guys who had moved to semi-encircle the bed. "We didn't kidnap you, you were about to be killed by a demon, we saved you." The confidence bordered on the arrogant and seemed to grate a little on Alec's nerves and forced him to focus on his sister.

Clary was close enough to her brother that he noticed something on her neck, and the fact that she was not wearing the shirt Dot had given her, which she had been wearing when they had been celebrating her birthday.

He turned and his eyes met with one of the arrogant one, "And if you want me save your lives you'll tell me where my sister's clothes are, and who in their right mind thought it was okay to tattoo her when she was unconscious?" Clary's eyes went wide as she reached for her neck.

The guy he was staring at scoffed, "You must be forsaken, mundane," The word was said with enough venom he understood the intention even if it was an odd thing to be call, "if you are insane enough to believe you could take me."

"Jace." It was the girl, Izzy, who spoke up this time, "It's not always about you." She turned toward Alec with a sympathetic smile, "Her clothes were covered in demon venom, they could have seriously burned her. We had to dispose of them."

"Let's say I believe this demon stuff…" Alec's comment also seemed to amuse the one called Jace. "Care to explain the tattoo."

Izzy, who might have sensed he was more likely to believe her than her brothers continued, cutting off Jace and the snide comment he had waiting, "It's not a tattoo it's a rune, they're used to give Shadowhunters extra abilities or to heal them when there's an injury, like the demon venom that was in your sister's blood. They can only be used on Shadowhunters, if used on humans, it would kill them."

"You're not making any sense," Clary spoke up moving away from the whole group around her. "I am human…why…"

With a gentle shake of the head, Izzy continued, "Half-human, half-angel, you're a Shadowhunter like us. We knew we could use it because you already had one on you." She moved around to sit on the opposite side of Alec reaching for Clary's neck line, quietly asking for permission. There was no protest she pulled to reveal the mark below her collarbone.

"That?" Alec almost wanted to laugh as he brain wanted to decide then and there this was a very elaborate and annoying prank, "That's just Clary's birthmark, I have one just like it…" he pulled the neck of his shirt to reveal his own.

The sight of his made the dark haired girl beam with something reminiscent of triumph, "Then you're are both Shadowhunters." Her voice had that tone that nearly made something inside both Garroway siblings feel like small children who were being corrected by a teacher, "Now that that's settled, I'm going to those clothes for Clary to wear. Jace, could you grab something for Alec," The smile seemed to grow a little, "To wear. Gideon can stay."

After Jace and Izzy left the room, Clary kept her eyes locked on her brother as she ignored the other person in the room, "My brain feels it's about to explode. I don't understand any of this…I just want to go home."

"Or wake up." He wasn't going to hide that fact he was feeling just has lost from his little sister.

"This will be easier for you, if you just accept this is real. Because this is very real. And I agree with my brother, Jace, that it doesn't make sense for either of you to be here, to be one of us, but you are here. This is your new reality."

Both occupants of the small, low to the floor metal framed bed slowly looked to the person they had consciously ignored as he stared at them. There was something about his eyes that fascinated Clary, and made Alec uneasy as he approached to stand over both of them. He looked rather stern despite some of the softer lines of his face.

"Accept what?" Alec felt daring matching eyes. It was then that he notice the black specs, almost chunks that interrupted the eye color. It was a little disconcerting to see that pattern in an human eye, still he kept his eye contact, "That we've been kidnapped."

There was a flash of anger that left his face and went straight to his voice, "For the last time, you're not kidnapped; we are not holding you hostage. And if you really want to take that risk you can leave. It would probably save me and my siblings a lot of hassle and headaches."

Clary's voice matched his, an anger Alec hadn't seen before, "If we are so free to leave then where is my brother's chair?"

"Well, I'm sorry if we were more concerned with saving your life. There was no guarantee whatever sent that demon wasn't going to send another, or come themselves to make sure the job was done."

The anger deflated fast, "Wait, you think that happened on purpose? Where's our parents? If they go home…"

She was interrupted, "Your dad is upstairs being healed by the High Warlock of Brooklyn. I am sure he's fine." There was a pause as he seemed to tone down his own voice, "We didn't find anyone else, just you three."

"I guess if you're back in the picture, things are looking a little grim." Luke eyed the once-briefly-familiar warlock with a sense of resignation.

"I'm not exactly sure what is happening myself, but I think you may be right." The warlock sat in the rather elaborate leather office chair, leaning back as to give the werewolf permission to explain.

There was a heavy sigh, "I honestly think that if she could have Jocelyn would she would have kept both Alec and Clary's Sight blocked, she thought it would protect them. We both did especially when they were younger. We were happy hiding in the mundane world. We both know how they both would have been looked down upon; a child who couldn't walk, and the child of the man who nearly tore our world apart. They were happy in a world that didn't care about either fact. But as we got closer to Clary's birthday, she was drawing runes without knowing what they meant; Alec was showing signs in his arm strength and reflexes…We were going to tell them…"

"But you didn't."

Luke shook his head. "It was stupid."

"That's a bit of an understatement." The warlock's look seemed to dare the werewolf to contradict him.

"Alec had left for a date. Clary's friend Simon had picked her up. Instead of making them stay Jocelyn had decided the would give them one last night of freedom. Then glass shattered. There were three of them out of no where. I have no idea how they found us or how they got in. We stuck to the emergency plan, I distracted them while she went to the kids' room torching evidence, getting her seraph blade. But then I got unnumbered and one of them hit me with something...I couldn't fight anymore. I black out as they were dragging her away. I don't know what happened between that and waking up here."

"A demon."

"A demon?"

"Apparently they sent a demon to make sure you were dead...or for Alexander and Clary. The demon attacked when they arrived…" Luke jerked up, but Magnus waved a quick hand as he continued, "It's fine they managed to hold it off until they were rescued…"

"By who?"

"The Lightwood siblings."

The man on the bed let his head fall back a little, there was a part of him that wasn't surprised. "Well, I guess its all going to come out now, just not how we wanted. Where are they now?"

"Downstairs in the infirmary, Clary got a scratch from the deal which was healed, and Alexander passed out from the stress but he's fine."

Luke nodded firmly, "I need to see them."

Luke could hear Clary before he saw them as he approached the infirmary rather stiffly. The werewolf in him healed fast, but that never made it pleasant or easy. But the soreness was something he would have to endure, he had more important things to take care of, like his family. If the situation had been so dire, if he wasn't fearing for the sake of his family and the life of his wife, there may have been a little bit of him that would have pointed out Jocelyn had gotten out of the conversation she had been dreading. It is was all up to him to tell his kids the truth about themselves and to rescue Jocelyn before the full extent of what eighteen years of plotting a revenge could entail.

"Your mom was taken. But I swear I'm going to find her."

The deep familiar voice made both Alec and Clarly look relieved as they turned to see the man who had given them his last name. clary shot out of the bed and nearly leapt to throw her arms around his neck, whispering, 'you're safe' over and over again.

He wrapped his arms around, "I'm fine and I swear you're mother will be, too."

"Who would do this? Why mom? Dad, what's going on?'

"Hey, hey, hey." He tried to force a chuckle, but wasn't sure it came through genuinely, "We'll get there. I promise. But let's take care of some other things first." He gestured downward, and she became suddenly aware that the oversized shirt was just barely passing as covering enough to make her just shy of uncomfortable.

Just in case his best friends running out of club hadn't worried him, Alec's text had pretty much declared his level of worried to a def-con two. It wasn't as though he had never gotten an odd text or two from his friend and band mate, but 'Left wheelchair at our apt. Get it. BE us. FAST.' Certainly landed up toward the top of the list, enough to move fourteen year old Alec's 'I think I like you' and subsequent 'If my sister ever does let you kiss her you'll have to tell me who is the better kisser' down the leader board.

The text however didn't even come close to how he felt seeing their ground level door off its hinge. He carefully entered steeping around the broken things. Immediately he saw the wheelchair up against the stairs.

His steps toward it faltered when he movement from above him.

"Did you hear that?"

It wasn't a voice he recognized so he hid in closest spit he could find, forcing himself in a closet among boxes that had been ignored for a least a year.

Since when did his breathing get so loud?

"A wheelchair?"

"Yes, the boy uses it."

"Valentine's son? Crippled, Impossible."

His anger at the word they used to describe one of his best friend was nearly enough to throw himself out of the closet but his fear kept him check and distracted by other irrational fear induced response thoughts.

Valentine? People name there kid Valentine? Not the thing to be concerned about right now.

The conversation continued for a few moment before he heard the clunky noise of the front door. Still he waited a while not only for his breathing to return to normal, but to make sure they weren't coming back. After a couple minutes of self-motivation he finally emerged and began to work on why he been in the first place.

A lot right?! And there's more! Lots of response and it will be updated tomorrow.

I've resigned myself that Seb/Jon/Gideon is just going to be OOC but to my defense his upbringing and some other things to be revealed later will have changed him anyhow. If any one who has read the books intensely and feels strongly about the character feel free to message me if you feel I could use some direction.

Nothing to reveal here, let me know if you have any questions.

Thanks for reading and let me know what you think.

Also I have a couple of fics being written at the same time that I haven't posted yet. Which would you want to see next:

-Soulmate Universe, featuring Alec who is deaf. Human universe.

-Shadoworld deaf Magnus and musician Alec

-Shadowhunter deaf Alec.

I also am going to start going through some of my fics and edited a few of them and take them over to AO3...there even some I a may be inspired to finished. But right now I have Shadowhunters on the brain and a Girl Meets World fic that I want to finish.

Thanks for reading and let me know what you think!