You know what? I'm not even going to make excuses. I'm lazy and had writer's block for a few months. Sorry :( And to those of you who bless me with your forgiveness and actually read this, Thank you! I promise it'll never take me this long ever again! (I think) I do have a solid plan for the rest of this now, so don't worry! (unless I get writers block again)

(Theres a lot of ifs in this promise)

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS AND DO NOT CLAIM TO OWN ANY OTHER CREATIONS OF CLASSANDRA CLARE'S GENIUS.

Also, if you didn't read the description there is explicit boy-love, yaoi, homosexuality, and whatever else you want to call it. Of course, if that offends you, don't read. Common sense :)!

Magnus lay still, tucked in tightly beneath the white sheets of the infirmary bed. Will was surprised at how peaceful he looked. The warlock always had a sort of troubled expression hidden underneath an apathetic mask. But now, with his head laying on a white pillow under white sheets in the white room, his color seemed paled. The whiteness seemed to dull everything about him, is black hair fell limply, his eyes were closed. His bright, yellow cat-eyes made him wild, without them he looked utterly... tame. It was disturbing. Will wanted to go and shake him, make those bright eyes pop open. There were so bright.

"so... so... bright! Like a kitten! Here, kitty, kitty!" said a voice in Will's head. Where had he heard that before? He shook his head and went to Magnus' bedside, frowning.

"Magnus, you idiot. How could you let this happen to you?" he touched the warlock's forehead gently and pulled his hand back with shock. He was warm.

"He is not dead, Will." Charlotte's voice echoed through the empty room.

"But I thought-"

"He's very hurt and resting, but not dead."

Will breathed a sigh of relief, "Well, has anyone worked on him yet? Someone to heal him?"

Charlotte rolled her eyes, "Calm yourself, Will. A Silent Brother is on his way."

"You mean they aren't here yet?"

"Will, it takes time to get word to people and he was only found about an hour ago. We've done the best we could at stopping the bleeding and keep him stable."

"Bleeding? How much? What happened exactly?"

Charlotte plopped, quite unladylike, into a chair next to the bed but Will remained standing. He felt an energy rushing through him that he couldn't name. "No one was around to see that attack, but he was found with a shard of metal in him and more scattered around. Henry says they are of the same material Mortmain uses to create those...things of his."

Will swallowed hard, "Its still out there then?"

"Yes."

"Damn." Will couldn't look at Magnus, as if they were at his wake, any longer, "Its my responsibility then."

"What?" Charlotte looked at him with concern, "Will I know you and Magnus were -are- friends but that doesn't mean-"

"I saw that monster. I chased it too. But I got bored of it just going in circles, gave up too easily."

"William, why didn't you come to me?"

"It was early morning, I was tired and you were asleep."

"Still, when it has to do with Mortmain it is top priority. It was your responsibility to inform me of-"

"Charlotte," Jem said, Tessa on his arm. "I'm sure Will would have told you today. He just didn't see the thing as a threat."

"Well, it was. Just look what happened." she gestured to Magnus and Tessa covered her mouth.

Releasing her fiancé's arm, she ran to the bedside and took Magnus' hand.

Of course, Will thought, he must be as close to kin as she has now. He felt his heart break for her, just a little, and turned away. His guilt forced his eyes to the floor.

A bell rung throughout the Institute and everyone perked up.

"It must be Brother Enoch." Charlotte rushed out of the room, followed politely by Jem, leaving Tessa and Will alone.

After a long silence, Tessa spoke, still looking down at Magnus. "I didn't realize you were all that close to him."

"I'm not. We just happened to be at the same party." Will felt this should be true but knew it was a lie. There was something closer tying him to the unconscious man beside him, but he couldn't place what.

"Funny. He didn't invite anyone else to that party."

Will, a bit surprisingly, hadn't noticed that before.

"This way, Brother." Jem ushered Brother Enoch through the door, followed by Charlotte, before entering the room himself and coming to stand by Tessa's side, gently pulling her out the Brother's way. Brother Enoch faced Jem silently for some time and Jem nodded. Will concluded that he has said something along the lines of "get her out of here" directly to Jem. His parabatai placed his hand at the small of Tessa's back, an action that made Will wildly jealous for the flash of a second, and lead her from the room.

As soon as they were gone, the Brother pulled back the sheets that covered Magnus. Will was surprised to see that he was naked but then noticed why. A deep red gash, still oozing trickles of blood stretch from his thigh, just above his right knee, all the way to his left shoulder. In the wound, Will could still see tiny shards of metal. The skin around the wound showed signs of Charlotte's attempts to stop the bleeding and to mop up the blood when she was finished, although smears of dry blood could be seen clearly. Will had seen many battle wounds, some that had even killed, but none had ever been this gory. Magnus' smooth tan skin seemed like a ruined painting and it hurt Will to look at it.

This is serious. Luckily, he is a warlock and he'll be able to heal more quickly after I remove these shards of metal.

Will breathed a sigh of relief and felt Charlotte do the same right along side him. They offered as much assistance as they could as the hooded man pried the metal from Magnus' body. It took hours, and the warlock seemed to loose more blood than humanly possible. Will often brushed against Magnus' chest or hands and withdrew quickly each time, disturbed by the ice cold feel of his skin.

Finally, nearly ten hours later, Brother Enoch stepped back, his body language lead Will to believe he was quite satisfied with his work.

He won't wake for a few hours. I suggest you go and get some sustenance, you both did very well.

Charlotte nodded and pulled Will along.

It was a least five hours later when Sophie ran in, face flushed and calling for Charlotte. Will, still picking at a biscuit, was the first to run out the door and towards the infirmary. He had no idea what propelled this strong connection to this warlock, only the tickle of faint drunken memories. Perhaps he and Magnus had shared some intimate conversation but he couldn't be sure. Of course, they always spoke a lot more intimately than most people Will had ever come to know. He knew of Will's past, and of his longing for Tessa. That damn warlock had even seen him near-tears and faint from exhaustion. In fact, Magnus Bane, Will supposed, was almost his very own living version of a dairy some self-piting, weeping girl may hide beneath her bed.

Will burst into the room to see a sleepy, but healthier looking Magnus sitting at the foot of his bed, wrapped up in a blankets from the waist down. His tan skin had regained its glow and his cat-eye shone and he stared right back at Will.

"Mr. Herondale." Magnus grinned. Will hadn't realized his heart had stopped until it started hammering in his chest again.

Perhaps this urge to want to keep Magnus alive and well is the same feeling that makes girls go to such depths to hide their precious diaries and shriek when their younger brothers read them aloud. Protecting whats yours.

Magnus stood, a little too quickly, and his make-shift skirt slid from his waist to where he luckily caught it low on his hips.

Magnus, a little giddy from the sedatives, laughed, throwing his head back far too dramatically.

"Wouldn't you know it, the same thing happened when that poor girl, Sophie, came in. Unfortunately, I wasn't quite quick enough then. Poor girl's face turned fifty shades of red!"

Will forced himself to smile as Magnus sauntered closer to him, laughing hysterically. Magnus' "clothing" still hung low and as he came closer, Will couldn't help but look him over more carefully.

Suddenly, as Magnus closed in on him, pushing him against the wall, Will was hit in the head with a boulder. Well, figuratively. But he was hit with a million images, like a story in stop motion film. The weight of which, if Will had a scale in his head, probably would have rivaled that of a boulder or two. He saw the roaring fire in Magnus' study. He saw the stairs, swaying back and forth in what he recognized as a drunken stupor. A bed, a soft pillow, sheets. Magnus' face and suddenly... lips. Magnus had kissed him? No. He had kissed Magnus. Why is the world had he kissed Magnus? But before Will could catch his breath, the wind was knocked out of him by another round of images. Clothes, no clothes, bodies, Magnus' body. Magnus' eyes and lips and... and parts he didn't need to see. Or see again, rather.

Magnus wasn't his diary. Magnus Bane was his lover.

"Mr. Herondale?" Magnus called. Will's eyes snapped back to the picture before him. This strange and confusingly-exciting picture.

"Magnus..." Will spoke breathlessly.

Bright cat-eyes, just inches away, blinked innocently. "Will?" Magnus grinned in a giddy mockery. He leaned in closer and Will could feel himself leaning in as well. The door burst open, slamming into the wall beside them, and the two broke apart. Magnus seemed to regain some sort of decency, pulling his blanket back up around his waist. Will managed to stand up straight, but anything beyond that would be impossible to pull off.

Brother Enoch seemed to float into the room, followed by a hustling Charlotte and Jem, a slightly wary-looking Tessa and a still-blushing Sophie.They all looked around a bit before noticing that Will and Magnus stood in the corner to the right of them. No one seemed to find this out of the ordinary. Will felt as thought they were all idiots for not seeing the huge red X on his forehead, showing his guilt of dirty deeds.

They were all in the same room, weren't they? All throughout Magnus' check-up and even as Magnus went into the other room to change into real clothes. No one, not even Jem seemed to notice this difference within his own parabatai. Brother Enoch didn't even seem to be able to read Will's thoughts, even thought Will felt as though he was screaming them out loud.

"I've kissed a man." screamed his inner voice. "I've been with a man. Not only a man but a warlock. A downworlder. I've slept with Magnus Bane!"

Magnus awoke with a pounding headache and found a note from Charlotte, laid upon his clothes that were folded neatly on the bedside table.

"Mr. Magnus Bane,

I'm pleased to say that you are making a most favorable recovery. The Silent Brother says that when you wake up and are able to read this, then your back to yourself and the effects of the strong medicine have worn off. However, there may have be a few side-effects including dizziness, headache, fatigue, and memory loss. A bit like drinking I'm afraid. Furthermore, when you feel ready to get on your feet, you may make your way to the dining room where our cook will happily fix you something. When you feel up to it, I'd like to ask you some questions as well.

-Charlotte"

Magnus set the note on his pillow and got dressed, fighting through the pounding headache. Clothes messy but generally in place, he made his way out of the infirmary and down the hall to the dining room. It was nearly two in the morning, but perhaps he could find some sort of sustenance in the cupboards. He was shocked to find an angry Tessa quietly yelling at an uninterested looking Will. Tessa was red in the face yet Will seemed to be falling asleep. However, both of them snapped to attention when Magnus loudly cleared his throat.

"Magnus!" Tessa smiled and gracefully ran to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Magnus smiled returning her hug, Tessa was like a niece to him. Not close enough to be a daughter or a sister. The distant relativity of "niece" seemed to fit. As she pulled away, Magnus saw her eyes twinkling with tears and felt his heart warm. It had been so long since anyone had cared so strongly if he'd lived or died.

"I'm so glad to see you're ok." Tessa lead him to the table, seating him next to Will. "Let me get you a some sweet bread with butter. It's the best for when you're not feeling the best." and with that she scurried off into the kitchen.

As soon as the door closed, Magnus was hoisted out of his chair and pushed back out into the hall. Will's eye burned into him.

"Mr. Heron-"

"I told you to call me Will. Remember?"

Magnus breath caught, "What are you talking about?"

"Don't give me that shit." Will growled. "You remember. You weren't drunk, I was." He turned back towards the door, fists tight, then suddenly spun back to face Magnus again. "Why the hell didn't you tell me?"

"I-I didn't think you remembered, Will." Magnus' heart plummeted. Even if Will had no memory of what they had done, Magnus could at least pretend that perhaps Will had some secret love for him. But here, confronted with Will, so angry he looked as if he would kill Magnus on the spot, all those fantasies disappeared in an instant.

"I didn't! Until you nearly kissed me in the infirmary!" Will's eyes were blazing, so hot Magnus feared he would catch on fire if he looked into them.

"I don't remember that-"

"Of course not, you were on that medicine that made you strange and giddy." Will seemed to be calming a bit more. "What's worse... I believe I almost-"

At that moment, Tessa cracked the door open.

"Will, what are you doing?! I was just getting Magnus-"

What happened was a blur. Arms wrapped around him. Lips. Tessa screamed and fainted.

Will.

Will had kiss him.

And what was more... he was still kissing him.

"Magnus Bane! Do something!" a voice screamed inside his head.

So he kissed back. What else is there to do when an extremely attractive nephilim boy is right in front of you?