A/N: This story is not for the weak of heart. It is somewhat gruesome and there is some tragedy. I decided to stray from my comfort zone and try something a little morbid. It is Malec centric but it deals with the strong relationship between Parabatai.

My goal was to make you cry, let me know if I succeeded! :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Cassandra Clare is a goddess who owns everything else! (same for next chapter)

WARNINGS: Blood, violent themes, heartbreak, suspense, all that fun stuff.

Enjoy!

"Clarissa?" Magnus called out to the crouching figure. Her shadow extended far behind her as if she were wearing a cloak made entirely of darkness. The alleyway was littered with trash and old leaves from the previous fall that no one had cleaned up. She was sat in the middle of it, her hands working erratically to apply runes on the person who lay motionless in front of her.

A Shadowhunter. Magnus thought. That was why she had called him to come so urgently. He couldn't make out who it was but his blood ran cold, and his breaths became shorter and uneven.

He had many Shadowhunter allies but he kept finding himself praying—to a god he didn't believe in anymore—that it wasn't Alexander.

Clary looked up, her eyes just barely visible in the dim streetlight. They were pleading and filled with tears. As Magnus walked closer he could see her hair matted with blood, just as fresh as the blood pooling on the concrete around her and the unidentified Nephilim.

"Magnus." She said, her voice raw as if she had been screaming. He could hear her desperation, her complete and utter heartbreak. He could also hear her denial. She refused to accept the horror that was right in front of her.

Magnus breathed in and held it, finally getting close enough to see the fallen boy.

He was blond.

Magnus breathed out, but it was only partially in relief. It wasn't Alec, but his Parabatai, Jace. Jace may have been an arrogant bastard with to much pride for his own good, but Magnus had felt a connection with him, as well as Alec. He was strong and had a passionate heart. Seeing him sprawled out, with blood stains blooming from his chest, was like seeing a loved one dead. He had lost one Herondale before and never wanted to repeat the experience.

So he wasn't going to.

He knelt down next to clary and unwound his scarf. He bundled it up into a ball and pressed it to the wound in Jace's chest.

"How long has he been like this?" Magnus asked. Clary didn't reply, she just stared at Magnus's hands. "Clary!" Magnus demanded. She snapped out of her trance, yet remained in a half daze.

"Just around ten minutes. We... We were taking a short-cut. He... He insisted he knew the way..." She blinked rapidly. "We didn't know there were demons here. His sensor didn't pick up anything."

Magnus closed his eyes for half a second. "Clary, you are damn lucky I was close by. If I had been in Brooklyn..." He trailed off. "Okay, I need you to hold this scarf in place. Continuously apply pressure." He took her hands and used them to replace his own. He saw a long narrow cut running from her elbow to her wrist, but gritted his teeth, forcing himself to ignore it. He would heal her later. He needed to focus on the task at hand.

Focusing on that task became much more difficult when someone ran up behind them. Magnus whipped his head around to see Alec, out of breath and close to tears.

"Clary called me." He began between heaving breaths. "She said that Jace-" He stopped and clutched the skin just beneath his collar bone. His expression was one of shock and agony. He tugged at his shirt hurriedly until it ripped. Magnus could see his Parabatai rune glowing then fading. Magnus inhaled sharply, knowing exactly what that meant. Unfortunately, Alec knew as well. He met Magnus's eyes with an unmasked horror and fell to his knees before Jace. Magnus willed his powers to work, never wishing for magic more then he did in that moment.

"Jace you can't!" Alec yelled at his Parabatai, who didn't even stir from his state of unconsciousness. "You have to be okay! You can't leave me!" Magnus heard Clary choking on her own tears, and saw the fresh ones falling down Alec's face. He had seen Alec angry before, but right now he was enraged. He was livid with anger and fear, gripping Jace by the shoulders and shaking him to wake him up.

"Alec, darling, you need to let go of him. If you keep shaking him he wont heal." Magnus soothed, yet his tone was firm. He grabbed Alec's hands and forced him to let go of Jace's shoulders. Alec was trembling, his eyes never leaving Jace's face.

"Magnus?" He asked, needing confirmation of the warlock's presence.

"I'm here, love. You need to calm down and let me heal him."

"You don't... You don't understand." Alec said, shaking his head. "I already lost Max. I can't... I can't loose him too. I can't." His expression was feral again, his anger directed at Jace. "I can't loose you! Jace Lightwood, you have to wake up or I swear to Raziel—" He stopped, mid threat, shuddering as a new wave of pain consumed him. His rune was fading more quickly now. Magnus felt his heart clench when Alec used his own last name instead of Jace's. He was Alec's family. The closest thing to a brother that he had left.

"Alec, you have to back up." Magnus commanded. Alec glared at him through the pain.

"I am not leaving Jace, you can't make me—" He was cut off when Magnus blasted him backwards with a solid, magical force. He hit one of the brick walls and collapsed.

"I'm so, so, sorry, my love, but I had to." Magnus murmured to his now unconscious boyfriend. Clary was crying openly now, but not leaving Magnus's side. Magnus summoned all of his healing magic and channeled it into the open wound in Jace's flesh, directly on his heart.

He glanced over to Alec and noticed that the Parabatai rune was as good as gone, but he refused to accept that. He couldn't accept that. Not while he was still alive and fighting

You've always stuck around, even when we didn't want you there. Magnus thought. His overuse of magic was draining him, making him weaker. Don't you go leaving us now, Jace Herondale. Not when you have so many people who need you. I am immortal. I can feel that it is not your time yet. Magnus shook with effort. Clary looked like the world was ending, and in a way, it was, for so many people. Magnus used up whatever magic he had left and continued his silent prayers.

Stay with me.

For Maryse and Robert.

For Clary and Isabelle.

Stay for your Parabatai.

For Alec.

Jace inhaled and the world started turning again.

A/N: Did you let out a sigh of relief? This chapter was pretty intense, but I'll make it up to you by making the next chapter a little nicer.

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