Heya guys! Another update for you! Because I am into it!

Nisandfeline: Half of that will be happening in this chapter. Enjoy! xx

MissNena214: I've kinda put how they are feeling in this, but the story is going to progress slowly and not just jump straight back to Malec. But I have a plan. xx

D: Your next chapter, soon! My parabatai is my friend like that. Go lifesabtichandthenyoureundead - check her out. xx

hotlight10: I thought so too. xx

Lu xxx

Max began to look up at his dad, and felt him freeze. His deep blue eyes were glassy, fixed on something. He looked like he was about to cry. Max turned to follow his gaze. And his eyes widened.

It was Magnus. It was Magnus exactly as he had been in all of the photos, his hair colourful and sparkly and spiked up to the max. He looked exactly as he had always done, kinda colourful and sparkly and punk and Goth all at once, his eyes encased in blue glittery eyeliner, his jeans sparkling and very very purple, the tongues of his combats hanging loose over the top, chains hanging round his neck, multiple piercings climbing up the cartilage in his ear. He looked fabulous and brilliant and everything he had ever imagined. He was also staring at Alec like he had seen a ghost. Alec was looking at him in the same way. And Will just looked confused, and oblivious.

"Max, we're going."

"Dad, that's Will."

"Come on, Max!"

"Dad, that's Will, my best friend!"

"What? Max…"

"Will is my brother. Will."

"Max, come on now. Please!"

Alec was shaking beside him. He grabbed Max's hand and pulled him after him, and the boy saw that he was crying hard now, tears streaking down his face at an alarming pace. Max could see that he had been seriously shaken by the whole thing – well, who wouldn't be? Seeing the father of your kid, the man you had been in love with, the man you had loved beyond everything after all those years, after the most painful break up possible. Talk about reopening a wound. The tab to his dad's chest had been brutally torn open, and an entire bucket of salt had been poured in. And he'd seen the other son that he hadn't seen for eight years, the son who he hadn't seen since he was two years old. Alec had seen those eyes for the first time. And he had learnt Will's name. Max had told him Will's name. Will was his brother.

Will was his twin brother.

And it finally hit him. He'd known it, but it hadn't sunk in before. It hit him hard like a freight train, knocking the wind out of him as the two of them stumbled into the apartment building – how they had got back Max had no idea – and he honestly didn't know he managed to stay on his feet. He had known his twin brother without even realising who he was. His brother, his brother, his brother. The brother that he had never expected to even catch a glimpse of in his life. The brother who seemed lost to fate. The brother that he'd longed about since he'd known about him. He felt the tears on his own face fall, the comprehension attacking him hard. As soon as he got into his bedroom he collapsed onto the floor, his head in his hands, shaking, trying to work it out. If that was possible. It was making his head explode, it was awful but it was brilliant, and it just… Max just couldn't comprehend it. It was too difficult to.

Will was just plain confused.

His dad, already crying, as soon as he had seen Max's dad had just lost it.

It was strange.

They had wandered back home in silence, a rift seeming to drift between them, as if Magnus was thinking about something that Will really couldn't comprehend or know about. When Will asked what was up, Magnus had just said that the whole argument had really upset him, and that he wished that Will would just accept Camille because she was making him happy, couldn't he see? It was almost as if he didn't want him to be happy. That had shut Will up pretty fast, and he wasn't sure if he believed it, but it made him feel truly rotten. Truly rotten.

When they walked in through the door, Camille was sitting at the island in the kitchen, reading a magazine. She had looked up and started to say something, but Magnus had just ignored her, wandering into his bedroom and slamming the door behind him very hard, so hard that Will was surprised that he hadn't broken the hinges of it and made it fall off. He heard several loud thumps and a couple of cracks before everything fell silent. Deadly silent.

"Will, what happened."

"Nothing."

"Will!"

"I said nothing!"

He stalked off to his own room, slamming the door shut and collapsing against it in tears. He had upset everyone, he had upset his dad. He'd really upset his dad, had made him snap and do goodness knows what else. And he was going to have to live with Camille, he knew it. From what his dad had been saying on the way back home, he was serious. He was going to marry Camille, and nothing was going to stop him, nothing was going to stop the wedding. There was no reason for them not to apart from Will's hatred of Camille, and no one would take that as a serious request to stop everything. And then he would have to forever hold his peace. Great. Well, even if he put up with Camille, he would never love her, and she would never be his step mom. He had never had a mom, and he didn't need one. He had a dad that loved him – even if he 'loved' Camille as well, and he had another dad somewhere out there that he was going to find when he was old enough and his dad had told him who he was.

But his dad would never tell him, would he? Will was terrified that his dad hated him now. He had obviously upset him badly. Had he pushed him too far? Had he pushed him over the edge?

All Will knew was that now there was nothing to stop him from sending him away, and shoving him out of his life forever.

Magnus felt as if he was dying. He felt as if his heart had been ripped out of his chest.

He felt as if the life was leaving him slowly, bleeding out of his chest.

The afternoon had destroyed him.

It had started off brilliantly. He had finally had the guts to propose to Camille. He hadn't been sure if he wanted it, but he felt that in this case it was just necessary to jump in, go for it, and see how it turned out. And she had beamed at him, truly happy, no manipulation from her, just the real Camille. And that was when he felt that it was right. There was no deception in the look, just pure joy. He had uncovered who Camille really was beneath the bitch. He intended to keep her like this. This was the Camille he… he…

And then everything had gone wrong.

He had thought that Will would be happy to have a mom in his life, he had thought that he would be excited, and he had thought that he would be happy for his dad. Wrong, wrong and wrong. Apparently not. He had basically told him how much he hated Camille, how he would never accept he, and that he thought his dad was an idiot for… for getting engaged to her.

And then, somehow, Will had got ranting about not having a mom, and how Camille would never fill that position. And of course then he had snapped, especially so soon after the anniversary, all of the feelings had been so raw and fresh again, and had stung him. And he'd made that mistake of bringing up that one phrase that had broken the carefully maintained image he had built around Will. Will had found out that he had another dad, not a mom, not really. And he had started shouting at Camille, which he now regretted. It had been awful. He had just been lucky that he hadn't brought up Alec's name, or Will's brother.

And then, as he had kind of sorted out why Will was upset, as he had held him whilst they both got a bit emotional, as he had reassured Will that he loved him – of course he loved him, he would never stop – it had picked up a bit.

And then…then.

He had realised who Will's new best friend was. Who he really was. He knew his name. He knew that his other son was called Max. Obviously. He would obviously be named after his late younger brother. Will and Max. Quite a pair. Just a pair who didn't know what kind of a pair they really were. Though he had his doubts about Max. The way he had looked at Magnus… it was possible that he knew he was. And that scared him.

And then…

And then…

Alec.

Alec could not do it.

He could not.

It was too much to bear.

He was slumped on the floor by the sofa, his head in his hands, sobbing uncontrollably into them, terrified and lost and lonely, the re awoken pain ripping him apart hard. It was as if he was dying but he was being forced to live, as if he was burning, his bones were melting and fire was coursing through his veins and yet it refused to kill him, it made him live on through it bearing it, and he couldn't, didn't want to live through it. He had to for Max, but he didn't know if he could cope. Not in the slightest.

Seeing Magnus had broken him, had broken his heart all over again. And… and seeing… Will, Max had called him… it had been like a slap in a face. He should have been there for him as he was growing up, should have seen him grow up, should have been his father as well as Magnus as he was growing up. He should have fought Magnus harder. But he had, hadn't he? Magnus just hadn't listened. He hadn't seen Alec's reasoning, had only believed in his reasoning. Well, look where Magnus's reasoning had gotten them. All four of them broken and lost. Fun. Perfect. Just the life he wanted for his children. Just the life he wanted for himself.

The tears wouldn't stop flowing, wouldn't stop plaguing him, wouldn't stop letting the emotions run down his face. His son. His only love. He has lost them, and now he had found them. But were they really the same as he had left them? With Magnus he had no idea - he had a way of changing with the wind, ever changing, ever shifting. It had made Alec love him, but it may just have made him disappear further from him. And he had no way of knowing what Will was like. He had left him as a baby, so of course he wouldn't know how he had changed, what he was like, who he was now.

He didn't know his son.

He wished he did, but he didn't.

It broke him. It really did.

Why did his life have to be like this?

Why couldn't love have been enough for them?

There you are!

Lu xxx