Maybe [The Mortal Instruments] {Rewritten}

I Robert's P.O.V

I still vividly recall the panic that surged through me when Isabelle informed me, she didn't know where Alec was.

"What do you mean by 'you lost Alec'?" I exclaimed, my voice almost a shout. The last thing I needed was to endure the agony of losing another son. "You both disobeyed the Clave, deciding to go hunting, and on top of it all, you lost your brother!"

"He was behind me the whole time. I just lost sight of him for a few minutes, and he disappeared," she replied through clenched teeth. Her anger at me was evident, but that wasn't anything new, so it didn't surprise me.

Normally, I would feel a pang of pain in my chest due to how my own daughter behaved toward me. However, right now, I was panicking. My son was lost and probably dead, possibly thinking that I hated him for his sexuality.

"Alec!" The tone of my voice surprised even me. Fear was evident in its every syllable. "Alec!"

"Over here, Father." When he called out for me, I relaxed a bit, but only sighed in relief when I saw him walking toward where I stood, with a group of Shadowhunters behind me.

"Alec, what happened?" I asked, pointing to the unmoving body of Camille in his arms.

I wasn't the only one astonished by this; the rest of the Nephilim were looking at my son with gazes full of respect and wonder. I couldn't stop the pride I felt at that moment in having him as my son, not that I wanted to.

"She tried to escape," he explained. "So, I fought against her and knocked her out. We still need information from her."

"Well done, son!" I praised him, meaning every word.

When I saw his surprised look, I knew that I needed to start doing that more frequently. I couldn't bear knowing that my children hated me, and that I had caused it to happen.

"It was nothing," he replied, shifting on his feet.

"You defeated one of the most powerful and famous vampires of this era. You knocked her out when it would have been easier to kill her, but you did it thinking about the Clave and its mission. And you even had time to slay demons along the way!" Rosewood exclaimed. Alec blushed at his words. "If that is nothing, then kid, I'll tell you that we've been doing something wrong all this time." Alec blushed at his words. "Well done, Robert." Derek Rosewood clapped my back in a friendly gesture. "You raised your son very well."

"No," I replied, shaking my head. "He grew up on his own, right when I was not watching."

I didn't care if I sounded soft; I could not hide my pride anymore. Not after having Derek point out everything that my son had achieved on his own tonight. And Derek was a very difficult person to amaze. But Alec had never been normal; he had always been extraordinary. At that moment, I decided to set things right, to make sure that I would not lose Alec as I lost Michael so long ago. I would stand up to the Clave, if necessary, but I would get my son back.

"Let me take that from you," a Shadowhunter told Alec, grabbing Camille's body from his arms. "Shit! How were you able to carry her around with that wound?"

"What wound?" My son asked the woman, looking confused. I examined his body and noticed that his chest was bleeding profusely. It appeared that Camille had cut him there with her claws. "I might need an iratze," he said, almost casually, before sitting on a piece of broken wall.

"You will need more than an iratze for that," I told him, trying not to reveal how much I was panicking through my tone of voice. I could almost see my son's internal organs, and that frightened me. The Silent Brothers must be called, I can't let Alec die.