Man with the Monocle

There was only eleven days left to prepare for the Warlock Fashions' Winter Fashion Show, and the designer was at home sick. Sure he would be back tomorrow but there are still so many forms that have to be signed and outfit designs needed to be finalized. Knowing Magnus he could pull it off, but it was still nerve racking. I was swamped with getting all the models ready and my least ready model wasn't here to practice. He was with my adopted son, possibly in a sexy nurses uniform taking care of the sick kid. I was jealous. I wish I could have an eighteen year old boyfriend to mess around with, I am only 26 after all, and I'm still in my prime. Many people tell my I am a gorgeous foreign beauty, though I'm just from London

"Group two fitting!" I ordered looking up from my phone. The wardrobe department had just finished with the accessories for the main outfits, and had sent me an email saying they would be up soon.

Beautiful models of all types scurried across the floor to the changing section. I turned hearing the elevator doors opening and saw Maia and Jordan, the youngest models in our show at only seventeen. They were chatting happily with each other, Maia's hand tucked into the back pocket of Jordan's jeans and his arm wrapped around her waist like a protective cable. Man did I want a lover, all these teenage romances were getting to me, even if Magnus wouldn't admit he had special feelings for his blue eyed boy.

"Hey, Scott." Jordan said waving to me. The couple walked over to me and I half smiled at them trying to be nice but the stress was slowly killing my kindness like yesterday. Thinking about it I still have to apologize to the poor girl for losing it the way I did, she really didn't do anything wrong. I'm too busy though.

"We have a question." Maia said pulling away from Jordan and clasping her hands in front of her like she was going to beg something of me.

"What is it?" I asked removing my trademark monocle giving my eye a rest and sliding it into the pocket of my gray vest.

"We-ll lately we've noticed that," Maia said slowly like she wasn't sure how to phrase her question.

Jordan rolled his eyes and clamped a hand over her mouth taking over the questioning. She glared up at him, but it was in a loving way. "Are Alec and Magnus dating or something? I mean Alec bolted out of here yesterday, and that whole phone call was pretty weird." He was completely straightforward. I would expect nothing less from a Kyle.

I laughed. Shaky but full of amusement. I wasn't allowed to speak of Alec's sexuality, Magnus made me swear on my life not to speak of it. He had made a deal with the Lightwood so he would model, but didn't have him sign a contract- which was very unlike Magnus. He had everyone sign a contract when they worked for him, even myself, but not Alexander. For some reason or another Magnus trusted him with his secret, and vis versa. They were like friends sharing things they couldn't tell their other friends or family.

"They are not dating." I chuckled as my laughing eased up. I ran a hand through my hair, my fingers got knotted in the curls and I had to tug to free them.

"Seriously?" Maia said pushing her boyfriend's hand away. She didn't look convinced.

"I can assure you that Magnus doesn't like to date. He is not one to get tied down to one person." I said shifting my weight to my left leg.

The two teenagers looked at each other exchanging glances and silent messages before looking back at me with narrowed eyes. "They have to be dating." Maia said firmly.

"Or at least on their way to dating. I wouldn't have pegged Alec for being gay, but one can't judge that by looks. But he clearly cares a lot for Magnus, and I mean a lot." Jordan said crossing his arms.

I nodded in understanding as someone behind me tapped my shoulder and said, "Hey Scottie, where do you want me?"

I would know that voice anywhere. She has been my closest friend other than Magnus for the last seven years. "On a silk sheeted bed with a rose in your mouth." I teased her as I turned around.

"Ha ha ha, very funny Scott. Now seriously, unless you don't what my beautiful face in your show." Storm Wells said flipping her black hair over her shoulder. A joking smile on her small mouth and her gray eyes staring up at me. She's always been tiny, even for a woman of twenty-three, but beautiful nevertheless.

"Why don't you go help the newbies I have on the runway." I said starting to turn back to Maia and Jordan but paused. I smiled sweetly and added, "When I say help, that doesn't mean just watch and choose a new prey."

Storm giggled, "What else am I suppose to do if you don't bat for my team." Then she skipped off to the platform.

She may have laughed that off but that blow still hurt, even after four years. Shaking my head I moved aside thoughts of the past and focused on the present. Maia and Jordan were still standing by with the expressions all teenagers have when they want to know some juicy piece of gossip. Nosy little buggers.

"Don't you two have work to be doing?" I challenged crossing my arms. "Roberts you're in group two now get to fitting and Kyle go strut somewhere. I have important matters to attend to." I ordered as I turned away from them and started for one of the folding tables around the floor where I had left my clipboard and several folders that needed to be taken care of.

It was almost midnight when I finally shuffled home after attending to Magnus' work that had started to pile up in his absence. My keys seemed jiggle a little too loudly as I unlocked the door making my ears ring and my head pound. I just wanted to sleep and never wake up. I locked the door behind me and dumped my coat on the coat rack before slumping off into the living room. I was by the sectional when my foot hit something, it hurt. Looking down I saw it was a very worn out, and very plain black backpack. It was not Magnus'.

I continued further into the dark house, the only light coming from the street lamps and passing cars outside. I could hear voices coming from down the hall and the faint glowing of the television seeping from the den. I made my way down the hall rubbing my temples with my hands too exhausted to handle a cranky and stubborn Magnus that should have been in bed asleep hours ago. He has work and school tomorrow.

I stopped in the archway with my eyes half closed staring at the ground as I groaned out, "Magnus get to bed."

There was no response which was unlike him, so I opened my eyes all the way and checked the room. He was there, but not awake or alone. At first I tried to figure out how two very tall and fully grown boys were able to fit on a two cushion sofa, but I quickly forgot that as I realized they were cuddling and sleeping peacefully together. Magnus was sprawled across the sofa with Alec curled up into a ball against his chest like a cat. They were both under the quilt Magnus' mother had made for him before she past away, and on top of Alec was Chairman Meow, laying on his back with all four legs in the air. Before I realized it I had my phone in hand snapping as many pictures of the cute scene as I could without waking them.

I turned to leave and saw that they had been watching Harry Potter, and they were on the seventh movie. I switched off the TV before I left the room. I stopped by the kitchen to get a bottle of water as I pressed my phone to my ear listening to it ring.

"Yes?" Answered the frantic voice of a woman.

"Ah yes hello. This is Woolsey Scott, Mrs. Lightwood. I'm sorry I'm calling you so late, but I've just returned home myself. Your son, Alec is here with my son, and it appears they've both fallen asleep." I said twisting off the cap of the bottle. The smile on my face was plastered there unable to leave. Magnus was going to have a surprising morning tomorrow, and I had a front row seat for it.

"Oh thank God." Gasped the woman into the phone.

"Again my apologies. They were hanging out after practice and just crashed. I can send your son home but he seems to be out like a light." I offered politely.

"No, no." She said quickly. "As long as he's okay."

"He is." I replied. "I'll send him to school tomorrow with my son, is that alright?"

"Oh yes. If it isn't any trouble."

"No trouble at all." I chuckled pleased. I had heard the wife of counsel person Lightwood was strict and a devil of a woman.

"Thank you, Mr. Scott. Alec has never been the type to just not check in or anything. He's always been responsible, I'm sorry to inconvenience you with him." She said in that motherly embarrassed way.

"He is quite responsible ma'am. The most responsible young man I have ever met. Don't let this one fluke make you think differently of him." I was now leaning against the counter staring blankly at an empty foam container that had once held some sort of soup.

"Oh no, of course not... Well goodnight Mr. Scott." She sounded frantic again.

"Goodnight." I said and hung up. I pushed my phone into my pocket and took a sip of the opened bottle in my other hand. When I lowered it I whispered, "It's a good night indeed." to myself before pushing off the counter.

"Now time for bed." I hummed leaving the kitchen to my room where my big fluffy and cotton soft bed awaited me. Wish I had a cute boyfriend to share it with, Magnus is so lucky.

Yay! Storm Wells has appeared everybody. This is Bafta's character and she is much more kind than I made her appear in this chapter, trust me. And yes before endless questions get asked and reasked you will find out about Storm's and Woolsey's past. It's all part of the tornado that is this story ^^