Before you read this I just want to say sorry for not updating in ages! You see, my computer has crashed so I can't use it! Luckily, it's the power supply that's the problem and not the hard drive so my files should be intact, I just need a new power thing apparently. My computer still isn't fixed, and it looks like it could be a while before it does so I decided to continue this on my mum's computer. I was planning on postponing it until it gets fixed, as I thought it wouldn't take long, but then decided against it once I found out it could be a while, luckily for you!

Disclaimer- I don't own Mortal Instruments or any characters but I own this fic :D

Clary knocked on the blue door of Magnus Bane's apartment, wondering if he'd changed or not. Earlier on that day she figured out that the reason everyone had changed was because she had wished for it to happen. She wasn't sure how it happened or why her wish came true, but it had happened. The conceited, egotistical Jace she once knew had been replaced with a sweet and timid one. There was no longer a fashion-conscious, flirtatious Isabelle, but instead a modest and self conscious Isabelle who was actually a brilliant cook. Practical and slightly depressed Alec was now spontaneous and rebellious. Worst of all, her best friend Simon was no longer protective and caring but spiteful and envious. A part of her felt that she should be happy that her wish came true, but a part of her couldn't help but feel that it was a big mistake.

Clary knocked again; Magnus still hadn't answered the door. She decided to wait another minute for him to answer, and as she waited she began to weigh up the pros and cons of her wish.

There would be no more salmonella from undercooked food, and no big holes being blown out of her purse from all the trips to Taki's because now Isabelle was a fantastic cook. She could go out to clubs with Alec without him complaining all the time. Jace would actually be nice to her, and wouldn't keep putting her or anyone else down. She would actually be able to use bathrooms in the morning as Isabelle or Jace wouldn't be spending hours in their perfecting their hair and makeup, or in Jace's case just checking out his reflection. No more of Jace's ridiculous criticisms in training, but instead constructive ones and praises. Simon wouldn't be advising her on what to do with her life. A very vain advantage would be that she would be seen as the more stylish one out of the group because Isabelle had swapped designer dresses for babyish blouses.

However, Jace would be too soft to kill a demon as he'd probably be too sympathetic and let it live despite the fact they were trying to kill the earth. Isabelle could never give her fashion advice; Clary may not be a clothes goddess but she knew that frilly blouses and tight sweatpants didn't go together. Isabelle or Jace would never want to go to Pandemonium with her, and if Alec went he'd probably go on a wild drinking spree and get wasted. Isabelle would just stay in her room all the time if harmless comments offended her. The Institute would be boring without Jace's witty remarks. Alec would pull more and more pranks and Jace wouldn't have the guts to stop him. She doubted any of them could kill a demon; Jace would be too soft, Isabelle seemed too feeble, Alec would probably be so wasted he wouldn't know what he was doing and Clary herself wouldn't be able to, she was knew to this sort of thing. But the one that upset her the most? She'd lost her best friend.

Magnus still hadn't opened the door. Maybe he wasn't in, or he had a client, or maybe he was just sleeping. Clary breathed a sigh of relief, if Magnus wasn't in that meant he was probably out shopping or with a client, so he hadn't changed. However, Clary hadn't wished him to change so this wasn't really a big surprise. Clary sighed, upset that he wasn't in to help her, and walked away. But then, she heard some faint music coming from Magnus' window and ran back. Peering through the window -luckily the glittered rainbow curtains were open- and saw a tall dark haired man sprawled across the floor. Before she could stop herself, she ran to the door and let herself in. Strange, she thought, doesn't he always lock his door? Clary mentally told herself off for being more worried about the fact that his door was open than the fact that there was an unconscious man lying on the floor.

Bracing herself, Clary looked at the man, not really wanting to look in case he was dead or injured. Luckily, he wasn't but he seemed awfully familiar. He was pale with long black hair that stuck out in all different directions. He was wearing a washed out blue t-shirt and faded blue jeans. He wasn't wearing any socks but he had a grey watch on his left wrist. She checked his pulse -fortunately he had one- and she couldn't help but wonder who it was. For a split second she thought it might be the High Warlock himself but quickly dismissed it. Magnus would never wear something as plain as blue jeans and he never likes to be anywhere without his rainbow streaked hair or glittered eyeliner.

The man's eyes flickered and Clary could see that he had green eyes, the same shade as Magnus'. Then, his eyes fully opened revealing a pair of bright green eyes with slit pupils, like a cat's. It was Magnus.

"M...Magnus?" Clary stuttered in disbelief.

"Clary?" Magnus moaned like he was pain.

"Are you hurt? What happened?"

"I don't know," Magnus rubbed his eyes, "can you help me up?"

"Sure." Clary said, helping the makeup-free faced warlock up. "Now what happened to you? You were lying on the floor!"

"I don't know. The last thing I remember was opening a case of Budweiser and the rest was a blur. I think I drank a bit too much." Magnus admitted quietly, like he was ashamed. For the first time, Clary noticed that the room was littered with empty cans of different brands of beer and bottles of wine.

"Magnus," Clary whispered, putting her hand on his shoulder. "Since when have you been a drinker?" Magnus didn't reply, but pointed to the mantelpiece and buried his head in his non-manicured hands.

Magnus' mantelpiece was brown and had a variety of objects scattered on it. A stone paperweight. A blue fountain pen. An empty bottle labelled 'Norman Percival'. A small piece of paper with a phone number scribbled on, presumably with the blue fountain pen. A green comb. And a photo in a bejewelled frame. Not just any photo, but a photo of him and Alec. Magnus' dark hair was streaked with green and blue strands and underneath his long black trench coat was a green t-shirt with a picture of Alec printed on. Alec was wearing a pale blue t-shirt but with a picture of Magnus on and was smiling, a rare thing for Alec.

"Where was this?" Clary asked, still examining the photograph. Alec said he wasn't dating Magnus and in fact when Clary asked him, he laughed and ridiculed her for saying such a thing.

"Paris. In September." Magnus mumbled with his head still in his hands.

"You look so happy."

"We were."

"What happened? I asked Alec is he was dating you and he just laughed it off."

"We were dating, but then he broke up with me." Magnus looked up at Clary and she could see that tears were forming in his eyes now. Clary was about to ask why, but Magnus carried on talking. "A few months back, I asked him to move in with me. I thought seeing as we'd been dating for half a year he'd want to, but he just freaked out. Then, for the next week he wouldn't take me calls. I just figured he needed space and time to think it over, but then after nine days I got a text from him." Magnus gulped. "And it read, 'Thanks for the good times, but it's not working out. We're over' I didn't understand. Everything was going so perfectly! We were both happy, he was happy! We travelled all over the world together, so how come moving in was such a problem?

"Bullies. That's what. You know how the Clave frowns on homosexuality? Well, seeing as Alec helped save us all from Valentine they let him stay in the Clave, but not everyone was happy about that. He tried to hide it from me, but he was getting hate mail. Every day his inbox was filled with e-mails saying how he was a disgrace to the Nephilim, he'd get texts saying that he wasn't manly enough to be a Shadowhunter, letters saying how the Clave's standards are slipping now he was a member. When I found out, I told him not to care what anyone said because they don't matter; what really matters is that we're together and happy. But eventually it must have gotten too much for him to handle as he broke up with me. I saw him in Pandemonium a few days after, surrounded by women.

"That was what did it for me. I knew Alec wasn't going to come back to me. So, I did what any man would do: drink. That night I downed three bottles of wine. I know it's not good for me but I'm immortal so I know I won't get sick. It felt good, like I was drowning out my sorrows. The thing is, now I'm hooked on the stuff. I need it. I can't go without my daily fix of alcohol. It's the only thing that keeps me going."

Magnus' story broke Clary's heart. But the thing that hurt her the most? She'd caused it. She hadn't meant for it to happen -she didn't even wish for him to change- but it had happened. She wanted Alec to be more daring, but hadn't thought about the consequences. Because Alec had been bullied for his sexuality, he had dumped Magnus and became more daring. And now Magnus was lying across the floor and dependant on drink. What had she done?

"I...I'm so sorry, Magnus." Clary apologized, putting her arm around the depressed warlock to try and cheer him up.

"Don't be. It's not your fault, Clary."

"But it is." Clary gulped.

"What do you mean? You didn't tell Alec to dump me, did you?"

"No, but I made a wish." Clary bit her lip and saw a look of confusion on Magnus' face. "It's a long story but to cut it short I wished that everyone would act differently. And by everyone I mean Jace, Simon, Isabelle and Alec. I wanted Jace to stop being such a jerk, Simon to stop being protective, Isabelle to stop being so perfect and Alec to stop being so boring. Unfortunately I got a timid Jace, spiteful Simon, shy Isabelle and wild Alec and a drunken you. I don't know why it happened but it did! And I don't know if anyone else has changed either."

"I thought you were giving me the short version," Magnus chuckled.

"Magnus! Can't you take me seriously?" Clary snapped.

"Hey, mind the temper! Now, why are you telling me this?"

"Because, I thought you could help me. I mean, you're the High Warlock of Brooklyn, right?" Clary hoped that her wish hadn't taken Magnus' status away from him.

"Was."

"Was?"

"I was until Alec broke up with me."

"How come?"

"Because, when he broke up with me I turned to drink. And not many people would like an alcoholic using magic on them."

Clary's heart sank; if Magnus couldn't help her. Then who could?

"So I'm guessing you can't help me then." Clary sighed.

"Sorry Fray, not this time. But I do know someone who could."

I hated writing this chapter. I found it really hard writing about Malec breaking up! They are my favourite couple in the series, well behind Simon and Isabelle.

And I PROMISE to update soon, now that I'm off school I should have loads of time to write and update :)