I just want to apologize that there is no schedule to me updating this –or any of my stories- but I'm too lazy, and I know if I did have one, I probably wouldn't always make it. I always wait for inspiration before I write it up, just so I don't bore y'all. This is set in the alternate reality of 1x10. On that note, enjoy xxx
Alec sat up, blinking repeatedly, his head spinning. He found himself laying on the floor of Magnus' loft, though neither said warlock nor his friend were anywhere in sight. He sat up a bit more, looking over his surroundings. Slowly, he came to realization that, though it was in fact Magnus' loft, it was not actually Magnus' loft. The walls were a conservative grey colour, and though there was quite a bit of colour in the room, none of it was eccentric. If anything, it was more like his home, which was saying something since, and I'm quoting Isabelle, "Your home is so boring, I might actually face your wrath and simply redecorate."
The walls were decorated with classical art, and from his quick survey, Alec even spied an ancient looking bust placed high on a pedestal. The drapes covering the tall windows were deep red colour, their velvety texture inviting, and adding a huge burst of colour into the room.
Alec started trying to sit up fully, before falling back to the floor painfully, remembering, oh yeah, the fact that he had recently gotten stabbed. Groaning, he just stared up at the ceiling, in too much pain to attempt regaining a vertical position.
How long he laid there, he couldn't tell, but to him it felt like an hour or two. He wasn't used to sustaining such pain for such an elongated period of time. Usually, when he hurt himself, no matter how minor, he would simply use his magic to heal himself. It seemed, though, that whatever he had gotten stabbed with had been lined with some sort of poison, as his magic had quickly depleted.
He started to close his eyes, just wanting the pain to end, when he heard the front door open. Quickly opening his eyes, he turned his head just as much as he could to face the corridor leading into the loft from the door. Sure enough, a figure emerged from the hall, making Alec sigh in relief, and praying that this Magnus was a warlock. His stomach clenched though, when he realised the person that entered the room wasn't in the end any version of the warlock.
The man was dressed too plainly, even more so than Alec himself, if possible. The man –it was evidently a man- wore a button down shirt and grey slacks, his old fashioned look finished off with a simple looking grey cardigan wrapped around his shirt. Alec groaned to himself, effectively catching the man's attention. The man made a squeaky noise, simply standing there in shock. He was still standing in the shadow, not yet allowing Alec to see his face. Suddenly the man stepped into the light, quickly crouching down and looking over Alec's immobile body. As soon as he saw the man's face, Alec gasped.
"Magnus?" he whispered, almost too quietly to hear. The man, though did hear it, and drew in a quick breath in response.
"How do you know my name?" he asked shakily, confirming Alec's words. The blue eyes man sighed, relieved that he would at least have the golden eyed man here, even if it wasn't his Magnus. The man looked up and down his body, blushing, until he inhaled sharply, letting Alec know he had seen the dark patch of blood on his chest.
Taking a leap of faith, Alec reached out an arm weakly and drew Magnus' face towards him, pulling their faces nearly an inch apart. Though Alec did wish he could just lean in and kiss him, he did it for the sole purpose of allowing Magnus to hear his next words. "Heal me, Magnus." He said simply, causing Magnus to gasp, pulling swiftly out of Alec's touch.
"I beg your pardon?" he asked, still acting oblivious, leading Alec to think that he had made a mistake. No matter, he carried on.
"Use your magic." He uttered only just loud enough for the man to hear. The golden green eyes flickered around the room, confirming Alec suspicions, much to his relief. "You're a warlock Magnus. Please. Help me." He finished quietly, before slipping his eyes shut, falling into the fiery pits of his nightmares.
His eyes fluttered open softly, his gaze unfocused. He shook his head to clear his eyes, wincing slightly at the sharp pain in the back of his head, quiet but definitely present. When he could finally see in focus again, he started to sit up, ignoring the waning pain in his chest. When he was finally sitting in an upright position he looked around his surrounding, only just then remembering where he was, or where he wasn't. He looked around, trying to catch sight of Magnus though he couldn't see him anywhere in the apartment. He got to his feet unsteadily, ignoring the nagging voice in the back of his head telling him he had just gotten stabbed.
He staggered through the loft, following the faint noise emitting from the kitchen. He walked over ungracefully, pulling himself from one item of support to another. He stopped for a moment, leaning against a wooden chair before returning to his trek. When he finally reached his destination, he was relieved to fins that the sounds he had heard had in fact been Magnus cluttering around the kitchen, supposedly trying to make coffee.
Leaning against the smooth granite counter, he paused, trying to get back at least a little more energy. When he finally felt that he wouldn't faint as soon as he moved again, he staggered forward, carefully not to trip on his feet and trip. When he was close enough, he tapped Magnus on the shoulder, obviously surprising him. He jumped up in the air, whirling around to face him.
"You shouldn't be standing up!" he exclaimed quickly, looking him over with a worried look in his eyes.
"I'm fine Magnus." He reassured him again before catching the unsettled look on his face. Looking down at the two cups of coffee in Magnus' hands, he thought of something. "Can't you just summon those?" he asked curiously. Though he didn't know this version of Magnus, the two he knew so far would definitely, or did, take advantage of their magic.
"Look, kid, I don't know who you are, or why you were bleeding out on my floor, or how the hell you knew I'm a warlock, but you should know something." Alec looked into Magnus' eyes, seeing insecurity and just a bit of fear there.
"I didn't heal you with magic. You see, I don't have magic."
I really do try with my cliff hangers, but they always seem so... boring. *cries in despair*. Please review and tell me what you think. Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it.