Hellloo! As I've stated before, this is my first fanfiction and so I hope any of you reading this can put up with me. I've found it's easier to write late at night (like 3am) on weekends. So I'll try to get out updates weekly. Then again, this chapter was me just explaining what's happening. It should get more interesting I promise! Please review and let me know what you all think! Thank you!

Love always

Hannah

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, seriously. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this *sigh*

(Izzy POV)

"Alec, what are you doing here? I thought you were at Magnus's." Izzy started questioning Alec the moment she saw him walk through the Institute doors.

"I WAS at his apartment. I left," came the reply from Alec.

"Well, obviously if you're standing here. I thought you'd be staying over. What happened?"

"He pissed me off," he said as if that explained everything.

"And, exactly, how did he piss you off?"

"First of all, he put you and Jace in danger with the whole make-up ordeal. Then, when we got back to his apartment we started to fight. It was the dumbest conversation, Izzy. He was saying all this junk about how Shadowhunters and warlocks work just as hard as one another. It just pissed me off. And the worst part is that he was right." Alec elicited a long sigh. Izzy just shook her head.

Boys.

"You two are seriously the worst," she remarked. "I guess it could be worse. Just apologize to him tomorrow. It's getting kind of late and I can imagine you're tired. Just go get some rest, alright?" She gave him a small push in the direction of the bedrooms and he started walking. "Oh, and Alec?"

"Hmm," he said as he rotated his head to look at Izzy.

"You're an idiot."

He smiled at her comment. He really should do that more often. "I know." And with that, he went up to his room.

Honestly, what would he do without her? She gave some damn good advice. Even if the advice should have just been common sense.

"Pat on the back for Isabelle Lightwood." She complimented herself and went back in the kitchen to talk to Jace.

(Alec POV)

Alec went straight up to his room, like his sister said he should do. Did he actually take advice from his sister? Hell must have frozen over. He reached in the air and stood on his toes, stretching for a good eight seconds. He let his shoulders slump and yawned as he walked over to his dresser. He looked over at his clock that read 9:06pm. Standing in front of his dresser, he reached for some shirt that had been lying there for who knows how long and threw it on his bed to change into.

Walking over to his bed, he pulled off his dirty faded black sweater. Quickly glancing in the mirror, he thought the same thing he thinks whenever he sees his exposed body. All the swirling, intricate patterns on his skin never failed to boggle his mind, even now. They just looked so delicate, which was ironic considering their job fighting demons. It was really simple, but he found it interesting. How many did he even have? If one just showed up out of the blue, he'd never noticed. That's how many he had.

Alec pulled the black t-shirt, the one he'd thrown on the bed, over his head. It was his favorite. It had a couple of holes in it, but it wasn't too tight or too loose. It was extremely comfortable. Not that he really cared, but it also still had the ink black color it should've been rather than its faded companions in his closet. Alec was exhausted.

"That day was too long," he murmured to himself before passing out.

(Clary POV)

Her goal was to get in and out of each of their rooms as soon as she could.

Alec was easy. He was sleeping on his stomach and didn't look easy to wake up. She grabbed her stele and drew a small rune on the space between his neck and shoulder blade, where she'd found a hole in his shirt. Lucky her. After she finished drawing the last line, she unhooked the necklace from around his neck. She knew it had the key to Magnus's on it, and for the next step in her plan, she needed into his apartment.

One might wonder though, "Why is she doing this for them?" She didn't really know herself. She still felt bad for yelling at Alec a while back, accusing him of being a bad Shadowhunter and loving his brother. She'd gotten that scare, of what it feels like to like someone you're practically related to. He didn't deserve the shit she gave him that night. Plus, she really liked Alec and Magnus as a couple and didn't want to see anything bad to go down between them.

And hey, she had to admit, this was a hell of a good time. She felt like such a badass! It was fun, and it sure would be interesting to see how Alec adjusts to being Magnus and vice versa.

She hopped onto her bike and rode it over to Magnus's apartment (New York at night? No problem with the help of a trusty glamour). She made her way into the apartment using Alec's key and into his bedroom. He looked really, plain. Without all the makeup and interesting clothes, not to mention the little ball of fluff curled up next to his cheek, he looked almost innocent. She almost laughed aloud at that thought. Magnus? Innocent and shy? By the Angel, this plan might turn out more interesting than she thought.

Anyways, she quickly drew the rune onto the same place she had put on Alec. Clary knew this rune would work on a Downworlder like Magnus. She'd gone through several trials, trying to get a rune that would work without harming him. 27 attempts later, she found the perfect arrangement of lines and curves for the effect she needed. Seconds later, the rune stood out on his unmarked skin, but it would fade from him eventually. She worked her ass off on this rune, it better. She stuffed the stele back into her jean pocket and made her way back to the Institute.

Tomorrow should be a very, very interesting day.