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Magnus POV

"Well, that's bad luck." Acknowledged Caesar.

I was quickly whirled off of the stage, feeling sick. I had seen Snow's face. I had heard his warning. If Alec died... it was all my fault, but if I hadn't of answered Caesar's question head on it was likely that the audience would come to that conclusion anyway. I had been well and truly backed against a wall, but that couldn't quell the rising sick feeling in my throat as images swirled in my head. Snow's deathly glare at me from his viewer's box as I answered, the smell of Alec's blood mingling with the scent of roses around me, the image of his dead body assaulting me. I braced my hand against a nearby wall, and felt myself throw up.

By the time I was done, I felt completely hollow.

God what was Alec going to say? I thought as I made my way towards my team. I saw Alec before he saw me. Saw the complete and total fear and confusion in the swirling blue depths of his eyes. My mind once again offering me the image of those eyes losing their light and staring back at me.

Dead.

I stopped and scrunched my eyes shut, wishing for my imagination to shut up for once. Usually I more than welcomed it when it offered me Alec, his body, his eyes, his hair. But this time... This time I would do anything for it to be quiet but once again I allowed my injured mind to wander back to president Snows warning...

I remembered the day of the reaping. While Alec was alone waiting for his family to visit, I was very much not alone. The white hair and beard did nothing to hide the almost redness that hid beneath his eyes as he glared at me, as if to see right through me as I sat across from him.

"So Magnus. I think you must know why I am here."

"You fear of what threat I might pose to your audience I suppose."

"Not just you, but Alexander as well. Both of you pose a threat to the delicate system we have in the capitol."

"And why is that? Please do enlighten me." I glared back, leaning forward in my chair, snarling.

"It is obvious to me that your... preferences could encourage a similar sort of behaviour to the rest of my nation. But as you know I can't pull you out of the games now-"

"So why don't you just kill me? It's not like it makes any difference; I'm dead anyway. Killing me will just give Alexander a greater chance." I said, daring him to do it, to be stupid enough to make a fool of himself. If he kills me now the whole of the Capitol will know that it was him, and they will have to call for a re-election. And maybe if that happens, Alec will be spared.

It was a definite possibility, if Snow had been stupid enough to fall for it- which he wasn't.

"Oh no, Mr Bane, I don't want to kill you. Not yet anyway, but I'm here to ask you for a favour."

"What do I get in exchange for completing such a favour?" I ground out.

"Alexander Lightwood, yourself, and your families are allowed to live, that is all."

My ears pricked up. "You can guarantee our safety?" I demanded.

"Not exactly, but I can undertake an above average interest in your survival, if you understand my meaning Mr Bane. But you haven't agreed to my terms yet."

"Fine then, lay them on me." I said, winking, to see how far I could go. That didn't stop my blood running cold as he glared at me though. He sure was scary.

"You will not, under any circumstance engage in any sort of romantic relation with Alexander Lightwood unless given direct orders to do so, if this order is breached prepare to receive immediate contact. Secondly, you will keep your own opinions and the opnions of Alexander Lightwood to yourselves and not make them public to the press. And thirdly, you will not tell anyone of this meeting, especially Alexander, do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal." I said.

"So what is your answer then?"

I was snapped out of my daze by the lift doors opening, jolting me back to reality, but also to the harsh truth. If Alec died...

It was too horrible to think about. So wrapped up in my thoughts, I didn't realise that Alec and I had been left alone for at least a solid 2 minutes.

"Magnus?" Murmured Alec, his arms wrapped around himself, looking so much like he used to, that shy face, blushed cheek, bright blue eyes hiding beneath a deep dark black fringe, his jumper sleeves covering his hands, holes in which for him to put his thumbs.

"Hey." I said, grinning, trying to hide my inward feelings of fear.

Clearly, that had been the wrong thing to say, as Alec's previous look of shyness disappeared to reveal a murderous glare, and he snapped up from where he was sitting, and pushed me against the wall, his arm pressing against my windpipe. I struggled against his strong arm, he was lifting me slightly off of the floor.

"What the hell was that?!" Alec screamed. "First you act like you're terrified of this interview, like it's the worst thing in the world and then you say you have a crush on me?! Was it all a play?" He demanded, a murderous glare across his features.

"No Alec! You don't understand! Snow threatened me I didn't know what to do! He said he'd kill you if I did this but I just didn't know what to do Alec. I love you please-"

And that was when I realised my mistake. I had broken the third conditions, and looking into Alec's eyes now, I realised what I had done.

I had killed him with one sentence. He was dying. The light was leaving his blue eyes, his arm had gone slack against me. Blood poured from the side of his head, as if he had been shot.

I saw out of the corner of my eye a retreating black figure, but I paid no attention to it as I lowered Alec to the ground, his gentle smile looking up at me, his pale cold fingers running through my hair as I leaned over him, as the boy I loved lost his grip on the world.

I couldn't feel the tears, but I saw them fall onto Alec's beautiful face.

"Alec... I'm so sorry... I love you... I love you..."

"Magnus..." He whispered, taking a sudden hissing breath, as if there was a sudden stab of pain, or he had to catch a sudden breath in a wind. "It's just a dream..."

And that was when I woke up. I recognised the scene almost immediately, there was Alec, looking down at me. What had happened?

Where I was was obvious; I recognised it as the lounge behind the stage, where Alec would have been waiting for me when I had finished my interview...

Oh.

Clearly, after throwing my guts up, I never made it to my team. Instead I must have just passed out, either from the stress, which is quite likely due to Snow and the throwing up can't have helped or for some other reason that I couldn't think of right now.

"Magnus? You with me?" Asked Alec quietly.

"Yes. Always." I whispered, stroking part of Alec's fringe out of his face. His lips parted, as if wanting to say something but not sure what exactly.

"Let me get you to bed. It's the games tomorrow and you need rest."

"I'm afraid not Alec. Apparently President Snow has requested a meeting with you Alec. We'll take Magnus to bed."

"NO!" I objected. "No I have to go with him!"

"Magnus." Alec said, taking my hand, "I'll be fine, I'm sure it's just an inquiry as to whether I feel the same way about you, and how they'll air it in the games. Don't worry."

"Please don't go." I begged.

"I don't have a choice. I'll be fine." He reassured, and the let go, heading away and out of my sight, leaving me to rest for the games, but even when I could sleep, it was plagued with nightmares