Alice: Hi! I don't own nothing but mah writin'

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Waking up wrapped around the one you love was amazing. The feeling of small, lithe legs, twined around their pair. The quiet hum of his breathing, the steady beat of his heart. Call him a romantic, but Magnus loved it. He loved having someone to love, he loved the someone being Alexander, he loved-

"I SAID, GET UP YOU LAZY ASS."

Ah yes, his alarm clock. One thing he really didn't love.

"Mmagnus. Your alarm. S'goin off."

With a snap of his fingers the alarm was silenced, (Quite a clever thing, invented by a witch in Belarus, it's foul tongue had intrigued him while he had perused her valuables.)

"Sorry about that,"

It seemed that Alec didn't acknowledge the apology though, for he was still rubbing the sand out of his eyes.

"What's it set for anyways? You usually sleep in ti'l around 11:00?"

"Well you usually wake up at 6:30."

"I guess being woken up in the middle of the night made me more tired than usual."

Ah, touché.

During their accusations, Magnus had slipped on his black pants and shirt along with his tight-fitting black cloak. His business clothes. Alec, whose senses were more alert by then, turned to him with a quizzical look on his face.

"Why the fancy attire? I thought you had the day off?"

"Evaluating a new possible client today, he wants long-term help building a permanent portal from here to the bottom of the Hudson."

The question left hanging in the air was never answered, but they both chuckled at the absurdity of the request. It was obvious enough to Alec that the project meant lots of funds for Magnus. He raised his arms above his head and slowly stretched, cracking his back pop by pop. Checking by the bed-post to make sure his gear was still there, he stood up.

"Want coffee before you go?"

"No I'm feeling a smoothie today."

With a snap the fruity beverage, (Pineapple strawberry) was in his hand, condensation dripping to the carpeted floor. Alec tied his boots and slipped on his belt, now more awake than before. Magnus caught his wrist with his unoccupied hand and he paused.

"Those ribs won't hinder your fighting today, but take it easy alright?"

"Should be fine, if we've been tracking the fluxes correctly, the really huge attacks happen every other day, so it should be minor. I just wish we could figure out where it was coming from…"

Magnus let go of the wrist, but pulled his chin in for a sweet kiss on Alec's jaw.

"Seeing as I could never doubt your Shadow-hunter abilities, I'm sure you'll find the source in no time."

Alec chuckled and turned away to head back to the institute.

"But-"

"Hm?"

"Don't hesitate to ask for help, babe."

"Yeah, right."

He walked into the dusky smell of morning with a grin on his face and a slight crick in his neck from sleeping on his hand.

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With a croissant in hand and the papers for the contract, Magnus jumped into a portal and found himself in front of the building looking out over the Hudson River itself. He strolled into the first floor office, noting with not much gusto that the wallpaper was very nicely chosen to match the carpeting.

"Mr. Bane, so nice of you to join us. Fifteen minutes late, I might add."

"Well Mr.- ehem."

"Vicello."

Magnus sat on the plush couch and crossed his legs.

"Yes, Mr. Vicello. Better late than ugly, please expect me to act as such in the future."

"Yes of course. Now down to business.-"

"You can't possibly think I haven't figured this out by now."

Magnus uncrossed his legs and stood. He paced around to the back of the couch and leaned on the velvet with his elbows.

"What do you mean?"

The sound was questioning, but the glint in his yellow eyes showed Magnus he had been spot on.

"I could smell it on you when I walked in the room, heck, I knew when I got this portal request. You're the warlock whose been tripping my alarms. And if my intuition is as spot on as it was five hundred years ago, which it is obviously, you don't want to build a portal to the bottom of the Hudson."

He took a breath at the end of his accusation. Mr. Vicello's eyebrows were raised and he chuckled at Magnus.

"You sure know how to deduce, Mr. Bane."

"Did I miss anything, 'Mr. Vicello'?"

The chuckle turned into a straight-mouthed hum. He lowered his gaze to the couch where Magnus' hands were placed. He obviously believed he had the upper-hand in this situation.

"Very smart indeed Mr. Bane. Did you inform your significant other of any of these inferences?"

This time Magnus' mouth was in the straight line.

"You can't possibly think those fluxes in demon infestation were fate, could you?"

More silence from the other end of the room.

"And to think, Mr. Lightwood's been showing us his techniques the whole month through."

"What do you want."

"Excuse me?"

Something beyond dangerous glinted in Magnus' eyes. His back straightened as he walked over to the coffee table separating him and the mystery threat.

"You heard me. Who are you, and what do you want with Alexander and me."

The lithe figure of a seemingly human man transformed into something much more, demonic. The figure's dark hair grew and became bleached-looking. A look of realization dawned on Magnus. He knew who this was.

"Asmodai. But, you-"

"Banished? Hardly. You can't get rid of me that easily dear, although congrats, it did take me quite a while to get back."

Asmodai stood a full 6' 5" just a bit taller than Magnus.

"Your book. And your blood's just a consolation prize I suppose."

"What does Alexander have to do with any of this?"

"We've been 'observing' you for a while. You were never that cuddly with me."

"That was a long time ago. Now I suggest you get out of here before I smolder you."

"Shouldn't you be the one hurrying? Wouldn't want to keep your loved one waiting."

Magnus was running out of the room, phone in hand. Asmodai, still stood near his plush chair, grinning.

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"Hello? Magnus?"

Said warlock sighed, relieved he wasn't too late. The cell-phone was propped between his shoulder and head as he ran to an open space in the parking lot.

"Alexander, where are you."

The sound of a seraph blade slicing through limbs gave Magnus his answer.

"I need you go stay with Jace or Isabelle alright?"

"Is something wrong? They're over by the tunnel I don't know if I can-"

"NOW. "

He hoped the harsh words were enough to jolt Alec into a sprint. And by the sound of his breathing he was sure it was.

"Okay, I'm with them, now are you going to-shit! Tell me what's up, you sound upset."

The seraph made a loud resounding slash, and Magnus was only relieved.

"Stay with them, and tell me where you are, specifically."

"Uhhh, the North corner of West Park. Across from the diner we went to last week?"

"Wait for me."

And the phone was shut. Magnus opened a portal, jumping through to the diner they had enjoyed brunch at. After a moment of looking around he spotted the trio of hunters gathered around a rather large raven-like creature. It vanished as quickly as Magnus had viewed it. Alec turned at the sound of his labored breathing. But before the words for the shielding spell were out of Magnus' mouth, his boyfriend's form fell through a hole in the ground that closed as soon as the last strand of his gorgeous black hair descended.

"NO!"

Jace and Isabelle turned to see the High Warlock on his knees, grasping the ground where their older brother was just standing.

"What the heck just happened?!"

Jace jogged over to Magnus and pulled him up from the battle-torn ground.

"He took him."

"Who? Bane if this is a stupid joke I swear-"

"My old acquaintance. Asmodai."

Isabelle put her whip away and kicked the ground, obviously upset.

"Well Is he going to- you know?"

The words sounded tinny and un-likeable in everyone's ears.

"No, it's me he's after."

Jace grabbed him by his black collared shirt and looked to hit him, but in light of the recent loss they had all witnessed, his fist faltered and the wrinkled collar fell from his fingertips. Magnus only looked at him, asking him to finish the swing. But he was let down, and it was time to focus on the most important matter at hand. Getting Alec back.

As soon as his feet touched the ground a crackle sounded and a fire message was waiting for his eyes.

'Wanted you to witness it, you should be thankful I waited! I want the Book of White along with you of course, here in this same spot. I suggest you hurry, I abhor waiting.'

The little piece of paper was burnt to ash with blue flames which rose from the palms of the receiver.

"And it's me he's going to get."

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Alice: Hope you liked it! I kept you waiting long enough.