A/N: Here's chapter 4. Thank you so much for the reviews. This chapter's a little short, but enjoy!
Disclaimer: Nope, still not Cassandra Clare. Dang. Oh well, better luck next time...
They woke up in the morning in a tangle of limbs. When Alec finally opened his eyes, he saw a golden halo covering his sight, and it wasn't from the sun either. The sun didn't smell faintly of shampoo, covered with the scent of blood and dirt. It was only when Jace, still asleep, unconsciously leaned forward into Alec that he remembered what had happened the other night. He felt his cheeks flush - thank god Jace was still sleeping - and looked down at the still figure on his chest, lightly snoring. Silently, he laughed, closing his eyes and willing the moment to last for ever.
"You've been alive for eight hundred years and you still haven't met someone who's made it out of Everend Forest alive?" Isabelle yelled. "What kind of a warlock are you?"
Magnus sighed and took a sip of his coffee, freshly brewed from the Institute's kitchen. "I'm still half human, you know. As amazing as I may be, I do have some limitations. Otherwise the world would be jealous and there would be too much chaos."
Isabelle rolled her eyes. "Don't you have any books on these kinds of things?"
The glittery man looked at her strangely. "Of course not."
"And here I thought your library would come in useful one day. My bad."
Magnus slammed his mug down, uncaring of the fact that half his beverage had just splashed out. "You are not the only one with something to lose, Isabelle," he said, his eyes uncharacteristically hard. "Now, let's brainstorm useful things, yes, instead of bickering all morning?"
"Fine," Isabelle said, crossing her arms. "Should we tell Mom and Dad yet?"
"Gods, no," Magnus said, shaking his head so violently it looked as though it had the potential to fall off his shoulders. "I still retain the same urge to live as I did a couple days ago, when all of this started."
Isabelle rolled her eyes. "You could have just said, 'No thanks,' you know."
Magnus inhaled and exhaled. Deeply.
"Hey," Isabelle said suddenly. Her eyes had lit up with the same kind of raw intelligence Jace's flashed with sometimes. "You sent them to the Arctic for seven days, right?"
"... um, yes?"
"So why don't we just wait for the seven days to finish up and they can come back home?"
Magnus shook his head. "It's not that easy. Getting in there is possibly easier than breathing. You can use magic. You can accidentally walk in. You can appear through a dream-travel. It's all very complicated. However, getting out is another thing entirely. It's in it's own universe."
"Dream travel?"
"Too dangerous," Magnus said, shaking his head yet again. "Don't even think about it."
"But it sounds so fluffy and harmless!" Isabelle protested.
"So do cats," Magnus argued. "However, cats have been known to claw people's eyes out before. Would you call that harmless?"
"Fine," Isabelle huffed. "What can you think of?"
"I think," Magnus said, after a long silence, "if I tried, I might be able to go in and come back out with the two of them. Or at least one of them." Isabelle glared at him. "Okay, okay, I'll try my best."
A/N: Like I said, this chapter was really short. I don't think it's even a chapter. I would call it a transition or something. I don't know. Review?