A/N: Hi, are you still here with me?

high warlock: Yep it was like that once again, like he'd just woke up. So the doctor and his mom filled him again with basic information.

malecglitterfan : Actually? I do. Yes he's suffering too. And Lily, well Lily doesn't particularly knows about all of it yet. But she will soon.

kokosz: Tak, Oliver taki jest i taki pozostanie. Oliver po prostu chce Magnusa dla siebie, a teraz ma idealną okazję do tego.

D: But hey, at least I gave Alec an opportunity to tell Magnus the truth. I had to erase his memories again. So I wouldn't lost my first plot for this story.

red wolf: You know me so well. Alec will be less pushy now. He understood that he did it wrong way. Who knows, maybe Alec will figure it out how to get Magnus back.

Guest 1 : I've been known for such things. And the title was: Maybe We Are A Fairytale ?

Guest 2: Here you go.

Magnus and Alec, and Max belongs to Cassie. The rest of them from this chapter are mine OC's.

Enjoy the new one.

Chapter XIII

"Start of a new life"

Magnus Bane, twenty-five years old man. Graduated from the Julliard. The proud owner of a Yellow Mustang from 1965. Boyfriend of Oliver Haywire, a high school football star, now a football coach in the local in Saint Raziel's High School. Living on a Brooklyn. Son of Ayanna Bane, the owner of the cozy restaurant. The owner of the music studio. A promising musician, compositor.

Pretty much like that looked my life, as far as I know.

After a week and a half I was able to leave the hospital. Finally. Mom and her new husband…Michael took me home. I learned that I have a step-brother, and step-nephew Tom, who's two.

They are my family, and though I couldn't remember them, I felt that they are my family.

Almost everything was new for me in this life.

But there was one thing that keeps me steady. My boyfriend, that I truly love. Oliver Haywire.

It was strange, that we've managed to survive through so many years. After all, as far as I remember, our beginning was based only on a lust and fucking. And now, I feel butterflies in my stomach, whenever he grabs my hand in his. My body fills with warmness whenever he caresses my cheek in such a lovingly and gently way. He makes me smile whenever he's doing something goofy or tells some stories from our life.

"And when we had gone to Germany for vacation last year, you even wore the lederhosen. I'm telling you Magnus, you looked incredibly hot and a bit ridiculous. But still hot" we were sitting in the coffee shop, sipping latte and black coffee with sugar and milk.

"Really? I wore lederhosen?" Oliver nodded, wiping out coffee from the upper lip. "Have we taken pictures then?"

"Yeah…" he hesitated a bit, and made a small pause "But unfortunately I lost my camera on the airport in Spain"

"Oh…a shame. I'd like to see myself in lederhosen"

"Speaking of the vacations, where do you want to go this year?"

"I…" he was smirking at me "I don't really know where we've been so far"

"Right. Sorry. Paris, Spain, Germany, Egypt, Brazil, Peru, London, Prague, Greece, Crete" he was saying.

"That's a lot of places" Oliver only mhm-ed.

To my mind came memories of Paris.

I was standing at the Seine. In front of me stood a man, with dark hair, a bit shorter than me. We were looking at the night lights mirrored on the river. The view was truly amazing.

"Do you like it baby?"

"It's so beautiful Mags. Marvelous" he squeezed my hands, that were placed on his stomach. I put my chin on his left shoulder, and pressed him more to myself.

"That's good. I told you that the view is even more beautiful if you share it with the person you love" his cheeks turned slightly red. He turned himself to me and pressed his lips to mine in a sweet kiss. "I love you darling"

"I love you too Magnus. So much. Thank you for taking me here. I love you"

"…And then we can go to Scotland if you want. So what do you say Magnus?"

"Huh?" I shook myself out of my thoughtful state and looked at Oliver. The said man had an eyebrow quirked at me, and was looking at me warily.

"Everything ok Mag?"

"Yeah…and about what you said…yeah we can go there" I didn't have a slightly idea what he was talking about, but it was safer to agree on it.

There was something strange in that vision, or memory whatever it could be called. I couldn't recognize the face nor the voice of the other man. It didn't sound like Oliver, not in one bit. But on the other hand it wasn't a voice that I didn't know. Somewhere, deep in the back of my mind I knew that voice. I just couldn't picture it with any person.

And that confused me.

Because to whom I said 'I love you' if not to Oliver?

…

It was entirely strange that my room was decorated…no it wasn't even decorated. It was more painted with an ugly yellow color that I remembered from my teenage life. The bed, was covered with some black sheets. I didn't even like the black color. There was a closet that I actually remembered. Some mahogany desk, black leather chair. In the corner was an old shelf with some CD's. And shocker here. Some of those CD's were rock music. And I was sure as hell that I don't listening to this kind of music.

"Do you like rock music?" I asked Oliver, as he was laying down on my bed.

"No. I like club music" Strange…then to who belongs these albums? Was it possible that they were my step-brother's? But if so, then why they were in my room?

The next strange thing was that I'm 25 years old, and I still live with my mother. I mean, how pathetic is it. I'm an adult man and I'm living with mommy. So fucking weird.

"Why are we not living together? I mean we're dating for so long, why aren't we living together?" Oliver was in thoughts for a moment. It was like he actually had to think of an answer. It was wondering, but I shrugged my arms on it.

"We had lived together for a while…but when my mom got sick…I had to move back" that didn't kick my memory. Not in a bit "And your mom doesn't really like me. She never did…"

That was true. Mom, and Michael don't like Oliver. There is so much bad emotions in their eyes, whenever he's visiting me. I even have a feeling that they are eavesdropping on us, when we're closing the door. Like they were trying to control what I'm doing with him. God, they were stopping us a few times already in the past three days. Whenever things between us got a bit heavier, mom or Michael called me or walk us in. And that is a mood killer. Too bad that I don't have my own apartment. Things would be way better then.

"Maybe we should try living together again?" Oliver turned to me and nodded with a smile on his face. "We could look up for some apartment soon"

"And what do you think about moving to the other country?" He asked, grabbing my hand in his.

"Like where?"

"To Germany. I could go back to my old loft there. And you could open some new music studio. We could have a great new life there, together Mags"

This was actually a good idea. I always liked traveling. And Germany, Europe seemed to be a great direction. I nodded at his idea eagerly.

After the accident, it seems to be a good time to start my new life.

ALEC POV:

Three days. Exactly three days, two hours, and thirty seven minutes went since I saw Magnus for the last time.

My mind still was rewinding the latest events. From Magnus's passing out, through his waking up, not recognizing me again. Claiming that Oliver is his boyfriend, kissing him the next day, and the day after and after and after and after. Right on my eyes.

Oliver was doing it on purpose, I knew that for sure. He knew that I won't try to tell anything in front of Magnus, because I'm afraid.

I'm afraid that I could cause him worse damage.

It's because of me he passed out then.

It's because of me that he had the accident in the first place.

It was all my fault.

And now I have to live with that burden. I have to live with knowing that my husband doesn't and may never know me.

And it pained me. Unbearably.

Along with Ayanna, we decided that for a while we won't try to throw the whole true on Magnus. That we will let him live for a bit in his own fake world. For his own good. And God knows, how could end another 'trial' of telling Magnus the truth. What if he fell into a coma again? What if his memory loss got worse? We couldn't let that happen. We couldn't. We couldn't let him be more hurt.

Even if it hurt all of us around.

But there was still a one, little person who didn't have a tiny idea about what was going on lately.

Lily was left in the dark. To be all honest, I didn't know what I should tell her. Or how I should tell her. She was just a little girl, hurt multiple times already. I didn't want to hurt her more with saying that her own daddy didn't remember her.

But Lily wasn't an ordinary seven years old that you could lie to about certain things. She was smart, she felt that something is wrong. Especially when we moved out of our apartment for a while.

"Papa, why are we living with Grandma and Grandpa now?" she asked, as we were watching some cartoons with Max. "When daddy will come home to us?"

"Sweetie…we're living here because…" I had to cut it out. How could I tell her the true reason why we're not in our home?

I couldn't tell her that I can't sleep there anymore…without him.

Fully knowing that he's sleeping with other man…

"Papa?" Lily was sitting on my knees, her tiny hands were on my both cheeks. Her blue eyes looking straight into mine. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine Princess" I kissed her forehead, and stroked her long brown hair. I need to cut them soon. Max turned off the TV, wishing both of us goodbye, before he went out to meet with his girlfriend. Teenagers. "Lily, I think it's time to go us to bed. Come on, I'm gonna prepare you a bath, and we're going to the bed, ok?"

"Noooo…one more cartoon papa" she whined and tried to put her best puppy eyes. I had to get a strong grip on myself to not fall for them. Magnus usually does.

Again…mentioning his name brought a few painful beats to my heart.

I missed him so much. It was like I couldn't function right. Sometimes I acted as a robot without him. It was hard for me to not break down at every minute, crying hysterically. But as much as I wanted do it, I couldn't. At least not in front of my daughter. For her I need to be strong.

After the bath, Lily was lying in my old bed in my room with me next to her. She snuggled with her white stuffed bear that she got from Magnus on her last birthday.

"Papa will you tell me some story?"

"Once upon a time, far far away in a kingdom, lived a Princess. Her name was Lily. She was the fairest of all girls in the kingdom…"

After almost a half story, Lily fell asleep. I kissed her forehead, and covered her with sheets.

"Goodnight baby" a small whisper came out of my mouth. "I love you"

When I was watching her, sleeping safe and soundly, I wondered how in the name of God, I'll tell her about Magnus. I know that I have to do it, soon.

As well as I know that I have to start a new life without Magnus, because I wasn't sure if he ever will get back to us.

Though I didn't know if I could live without him.

A/N: Did you like it?

The next one... I'll try to write it till Thursday. (hopefully).

After August 14th, I'll try to update again twice in a week, because at the end of the September I'm going on a looong break from writing. I'm gonna start my last year of collage and I have to write a bitch-long-boring paper work. Like 60 pages... and for that I have to read many books etc... ergo no time for a regular long-term story. I will probably post now and then some one-shots. Maybe finally I'll finish one-shots to MWAAF and ATLHEA. or for another fandom a.k.a. FrostIron.

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