Hello my lovelies! Here's another wonderful chapter :D I didn't make you wait too long this time, right? ^^ And the chapter is rather long, not as much as usual, but I'm still trying to work back on my 4k habit that I lost a little while writing To Keep Up the Appearances! Nonetheless, I hope you'll enjoy this... it's the week where all the shadowhunters get ready to leave for Idris and we see a very sad Malec :( Sorry for that... but then we have portal day which means... guess what? XD We're hopping on CoG! YAY lol :D I do hope to go through it all by Christmas so I could maybe post a first chapter of our wonderful Malec vacations as a Christmas' gift and I'll work hard for that but I can't promise anything! :) Although, if your guys feel like helping, I don't remember exactly everywhere Malec went on their vacations so if you can refresh my memory that would be great ^^ And most of all, it would save me some tiresome research lool XD Ok so let's start with this chapter and remember guys, we have for 3 more chap of some sad Malec :( Ohh and I'll try to sneak in some Max here and there... as I never did and well, I feel bad of 'killing him' without giving him a bit of spotlight :( But it will get better soon, I promise! :D

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Chapter 22 : Expected Downfall

He looked down at his phone with the eyes of a man sentenced to death. He was leaving for Idris in the morning, knowing he would see Magnus but convinced that the warlock would be as unreachable to him as if he was a thousand miles away. He should have known this would happen but he'd still fell flat on his face, left longing for someone he couldn't have anymore.

Five long days. Again. Magnus hadn't answered any of his messages. He'd even walked to the flat again but somehow his key hadn't worked. He'd buzzed for Magnus to let him in but the only thing that had answered him was an eerily silence... He'd gotten the message then; the High Warlock of Brooklyn had grown tired of him and he wasn't the favorite boy toy anymore. Alec couldn't help but feel tears welling in his eyes at the deprecating term but what else had he been really? But he'd wished for so much more... He'd thought he might have it, one day, but of course that hadn't happened.

Alec wiped the falling tears angrily, sniffing and trying to get a grip on himself. He would not beg or crawl back at Magnus' feet even if he was dying to do so; it was clear enough that they were done and he needed to let Magnus know that he'd acknowledged the fact. Most of all, his ex-boyfriend needed to know how perfect he'd been for him. Taking a deep shaking breath, Alec picked up the hated device and punched in the familiar number. He almost cried again thinking it might be the last time he would do so but clinged to his countenance. Soon, the phone was ringing and unsurprisingly, it went straight to voice mail.

Flashback

Day 1:

- "Hey Magnus... it's Alec. Hum, I think we need to talk." He rubbed the back of his head nervously, hoping to salvage the mess of the day before. He really shouldn't have gotten sidetracked. "I... understand how you could think yesterday was a mistake. I know we had a lot of stuffs that needed to be discussed and that we left pending so... I was hoping that I could drop by later on today? Let me know. Hmm yeah... bye!" He hung up and huffed angrily, could he have sounded any more stupid?

He had stared at his phone all day. Nothing. He'd felt a bit panicky but refused to give it importance. Magnus was a High Warlock after all, he couldn't give him all of his attention whenever Alec felt like it. He'd slept restlessly that night, dreaming of Magnus walking away from him constantly and unable to find his voice to stop him from doing so...

Day 2:

- "Hmm... Hi. It's me. Err... Alec. Again..." He cleared his throat nervously, he didn't want to sound clingy but this started to feel way too familiar for his own taste. He didn't want to wait around for Magnus to give him a green light. It hadn't work out so well last week. "Hmm, I'm sorry for calling again but... I know you're busy. It's just that I had something really important to tell you and I have this nasty feeling you're avoiding me and I don't know why and really, I don't want to loose you Magnus and..." Alec stopped himself, horrified, sucking in a much needed breath. He'd been about to say the three dreadful words, way to keep it cool! He face palmed and tried to relax himself before he continued. "Look, could you please just call me back? So I know that you're alright, at least?"

Beep

Shit! Alec thought, he'd taken too long and the message had cutted. He sighed again, feeling tears coming to his eyes. He could sense the doom closing on him and he wasn't sure if he could take it.

Day 3:

When he'd woken up that morning and saw the same blank screen on his phone, he couldn't hold it in anymore. He'd dressed up quickly, not bothering to pamper this time as they really needed to talk, and he picked up his keys, leaving to Brooklyn. He'd gotten there rapidly, he jumped up the outside stairs two by two in a spree and found himself fighting with the shining silver key outside of his lover's apartment, as if he was no more than a thief, trying to break in instead of just wishing to see his... boyfriend. Alec swallowed the big lump that had formed in his throat, anxiety now gnawing viciously at his insides. In a moment of despear, he shook the doorknob with anger... to just stop a second later, resting his forehead on the door, defeated. He'd tried to ring the buzzer, for the sake of it, even if he'd known how it would end.

But then, the longer he waited the steamier his anger built up. How dare he just drop him like that, without a word, without even letting him know? Before he realized it, he'd been pressing down the button fiercely non-stop for at least five minutes. In front of the lack of results, he'd lost it and had kicked the heavy wooden door, seeing it crack but without bulging. He'd stared at it for a while and shocked, dazed, he'd just left, , his shoulders slumping as if the whole world had fallen on them...

Day 4:

He'd spent the whole day in his bed, unable to grasp what was happening. He knew he'd been getting on Magnus' nerves lately what with all the hiding and lying blatantly but... he'd believed them to be close enough to deserve a better treatment. He'd thought that Magnus would've let him explain himself not just... blacklisting him off his life. He didn't know what to feel anymore, he was completely numb, confused and so angry.

He'd picked up his phone and called and called and called and called... never leaving a message, being obnoxious and stubborn in a way only Jace could be. He wouldn't let Magnus ignore him forever.

When dusk fell on the city, he was sobbing like a little girl. The warlock had never picked up.

They were over. That much he'd now caught up on.

Day 5:

(current day)

He'd pulled out the few pictures he had of Magnus, of their short time together. He relished in the beautiful smile of his ex-lover, the gleaming light in the green orbs, how he'd held Alec so close, as if he was precious, he'd shed a few tears looking at how his own blue orbs had been sparkling with life and love whenever he glanced up at the warlock, how he'd been so blatantly obvious about his feelings but had never gathered up the courage to act on them... yes, Magnus deserved definitely better. He was a wonderful person and he's treated him as if he hadn't mattered, as if he wasn't as special as Alec knew him to be. If there was one to blame for this mess, it was mostly him...

Beep

« Hey Magnus, it's me... hmm... Alec. I-I... suppose that will be my last message. We're leaving for Idris tomorrow and well... I guess I should've seen this coming but... » He cleared his throat, trying to dislodge the lump that was struggling him. « But I didn't. » He sighed with defeat. « I understand though... I mean, I shouldn't have expected you to hang around and wait for a 18 years old closeted gay shadowhunter to get a grip and man-up. » Alec stopped himself, his voice was getting angry and he didn't want to yell at Magnus. This was all his fault. He deserved Magnus to dump him without a word. « I just... I guess I want to say... thank you. For all you did... You gave me more than I ... ever had so...yeah... thanks. » Tears were pouring down his face and his voice was shaking. He had to hang up or this would turn out like a pitiful display of hysterics. « So... take care I guess. Have a good life Magnus... » His fingers shook badly and his vision was blurred, he couldn't find the damn end button and the sobs were wrenching out of him making him hyperventilate. Fuck!

Beep

Alec stared at the phone blankly, unable to decide if he was happy the voice mail had cut him off or not. Would he have said it? I love you? He couldn't know now... He sure was not calling back; it was time to move on. The silent tears turned into heart-wrenching sobs. Yes, well, he'd have to work on that; it's not as if he had a choice.

The night had completely settled in when Alec finally stopped crying, picking himself up from his bed tiredly and throwing into his luggages random stuffs, not bothering to check what he was bringing; his heart was definitely not into it... no, it had broken somewhere along the way, the pieces left to a sparkly warlock that just wouldn't call him back.

Magnus's pov

He'd listened to every message, noticed every missed called, heard the buzzer pressed incessantly, felt Alec's distress as his own; the whole ordeal grating on his nerves as nails on a chalk board. But everytime he'd been about to cave in, he remembered how confusing and doomed their relationship had become. Hadn't he cried and suffered enough? He guessed he was being unfair to Alec, refusing him a chance to explain himself but... he was sick of explaining and excuses. He couldn't take another shallow promise.

He'd raked his library for the whole five days, contacting warlock friends, scouring creepy backstores, even digging into dark magic but... nothing yet. To be honest, he wasn't even sure why he was doing this but he just couldn't help himself. There was this raw and small hope that kept clawing at him and he just had to humor it. Maybe, maybe one day it wouldn't be all in vain...

Working and searching held him up, saved him from falling into desperation and thinking about his anger. He was an emotional wreck and he missed Alec like crazy, every failed contact pushing him closer to the edge but he wouldn't waver. He needed Alec to acknowledge him and it was about time the boy decided what he wanted to do. He cried sometimes, thinking that his shadowhunter would never let him in, would never accept a filthy downworlder in his everyday life, that he had more chance to bring Ragnor back to Peru, even if he was banned from there... But there he was, still hoping, while his 800 years old mind kept murmuring to move on. That's what he'd done always, he was good at it...

Magnus sighed, slouching on his couch, exhausted with the meanderings of his mind. His phone rang and he tensed, knowing he'd go through another painful display of Alec's misery.

Beep

« Hey Magnus, it's me... hmm... Alec. I-I... suppose that will be my last message. We're leaving for Idris tomorrow and well... I guess I should've seen this coming but...

He listened and listened again, tears pouring down his face. Were they really broken up? They'd come to that point? Alec would not even fight or try to stand for them? But again... hadn't he expected as much? He'd known the downfall would come, which was why they were here in the first place. It was all completely logic... Alec would never love him and he wouldn't stand up for himself. Yes, it really made sense.

Suddenly, Magnus' body lost all energy and purpose and he found himself curling up in a ball on the pink furry couch, crying and holding himself, muttering under his breath about how it had been all very obvious, that he should have expected it, how could he be so broken? None of these questions found answers, none of them made sense anymore... and how could he feel so empty?

Alec's pov

He wasn't even looking at him. He felt like throwing up. His whole body was shaking from the inside, he felt his face blanching while he stood there, drooling over the perfectness of his ex-boyfriend in his leather rainbow pants and white paint-splashed t-shirt while being utterly ignored, as insignificant as the most disgusting cockroach. It was as if he was walking through one of his worst nightmare, except that it was so real the harsh daylight could almost burn him.

He was staying a bit apart from everyone and closer to Magnus although he could have been invisible and it wouldn't have changed much. He just couldn't help himself. He longed to touch the caramel skin, to drown in the green-gold cat's eyes, to crawl and beg for another chance... But again, as the coward he was, he just stood there, pale, sick and heartbroken. He barely noticed his parabatai shuffling away. He guessed he was going up front to see what would take Clary so long... He couldn't hate and love the little red-headed girl more than at this moment. Even if it was awful to stay there waiting close to Magnus without being able to touch him; he still could prolong the moment before they parted... maybe forever.

He bit down his lip harshly, near drawing blood, when the thought erupted in his mind. He sensed a flicker of movement from the side and for a brief hopeful moment, he thought Magnus would deem him worthy of a glance but then... no. His mother spoke to his warlock in her usual condescending tone and he had to fight with all his will so he would not shut her up. Before he'd started dating Magnus, he hadn't really noticed how full of themselves his fellow shadowhunters were now it was hitting him in the face constantly and he couldn't help but feel incredibly ashamed. No wonder Magnus hadn't hang around...

Suddenly, all hell broke loose and Alec had to jerk out of his daze in the blink of an eye. Forsaken spilled down the luscious backyard and they were overwhelmed. He heard the snap of his sister's whip and finally had enough presence of mind to draw his seraph blades. He turned his head a fraction, just to make sure Magnus was safe and sure enough, the warlock was ready, blue sparkles flying and preparing the portal feverishly. God, he was so brilliant...

Soon, Alec lost himself to the fight, his blades flying everywhere and slashing through putrid flesh. He felt pain in his arms but barely noted it. He sliced through the chest of another Forsaken and watched him fall when he heard a swish of air over him and turned to see Jace scissoring his seraph blades to kill another creature that had crawled behind him. He smiled briefly and started to scour the backyard for another enemy but then his heart dropped Izzy was lying on the grass, unmoving, as another putrid monster came toward her. He rushed to her rescue and was about to lift her up when he heard his beloved's voice.

- « The Portal ! » Magnus was shouting. « Go through the Portal ! »

Alec scurried as quickly as possible toward the black moving hole, relieved to see his mother carrying Max first inside of it, making sure he'd be safe. He dragged his sister behind him, hearing his mother shout to hurry, and was almost there when for the first time in five days, Magnus looked straight at him with an horrified expression. Alec's heart leaped, stuttered and as the idiot he was, he just froze there, gaping. Magnus yelled something but he couldn't make it out. His lover's features turned fierce and he jumped up to him, grabbing his arm roughly and shoving him inside the Portal while his other hand was glowing furiously...

He snapped back into present when he heard the awful scream of the Forsaken. But then, the Portal swallowed them and he couldn't do anything anymore. His heart was beating loudly in his ears, afraid of what might happen to Magnus. They had defeated most of the disgusting creatures but it didn't stop him from worrying.

He'd barely noticed when he fell down on the floor, mind dizzy. He was standing, still holding onto his sister while he looked around for his family and mostly Jace, who could tell him if Magnus was alright; he'd been the last to go through the Portal.

Alec's worried expression fell into utter astonishment when he saw his parabatai cross the Portal holding a very bleeding Simon. What the hell? He was completely confused and everyone started shouting around them but he just tried to take a hold of Jace's gaze, hoping his parabatai would understand the question in his eyes without him asking. He would know about Simon's presence soon enough but it wasn't the one answer he needed at the moment...

Jace finally glanced up and met Alec's striking blue orbs. As Jace deciphered the anguish on his face, his golden eyes softened and he mouthed what Alec had hoped to hear :

« He's fine... »

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