Mortal Instruments: One-Shots and Shorts

My Responsibility Cont.

So, as suggested, the continued Alec and Magnus from My Responsibility. For those who don't watch the show, there isn't much of a relationship yet between them which will be shown in this part.

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It was late at night and Magnus Bane was sitting on his kitchen counter, sipping tea and angrily yelling at his TV.

"Don't pick that one, you look like a feathery cupcake." He threw his hands up in exasperation as the bride said yes to the atrocity of a dress.

Distantly, he heard his phone ringing in the other room. He glanced at the clock on the microwave, seeing it was after 11. He shrugged, and let it go to voicemail. But then immediately afterwards it started ringing again.

"Ugh." The warlock sighed as he lazily strolled into the other room to answer the phone.

"It is after 11, the High Warlock of Brooklyn is not open, try again tom-," He was rather rudely interrupted by a panicked, breathless voice.

"Magnus, Magnus it's Isabelle Lightwood." Izzy stuttered. "It's Alec, there was a fight, he's injured badly." Her voice broke, wet with unshed tears. "Please I don't know if he is going to m-make it."

Magnus's entire calm demeanor darkened. His grip on the phone tightened, his cat eyes narrowed.

"Where?" He growled.

She stammered some address and Magnus was a whirl of action, changing into darker clothes and grabbing his medicine bag. Before he left his flat, he made eye contact with his cat.

"What Chairman? It's not my fault Alexander seems to think he can just die to avoid sleeping with me. Which will happen, mark my word." Magnus snapped defensively at his passive feline who just blinked in response.

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Jace sat with his parabati's still form. Alec had long since lost consciousness but Jace kept one hand on his parabati's chest, counting the heartbeats as if they were his own.

A skittering in the alley behind them had the 3 Shadowhunters pulling out ready weapons and forming a defensive position around their fallen brother. Without Alec's arrows though, they had no long range attack.

As luck would have it, the creature emerging from the shadows was Magnus Bane, cat eyes glinting in the dingy streetlight.

"Is he dead?" Magnus asked lowly.

"Not yet." Jace called back defiantly.

"Please help him." Clary broke in, her wild red mane flying around her face. "He took it for me. It was meant for me." Magnus narrowed his eyes at her, then to Jace.

"Now, why would he do that? If I remember correctly, you aren't exactly his favorite person." Magnus walked forward, Izzy and Clary parting for him, but Jace remaining resolutely next to his fallen brother.

"Be careful gambling with other people's lives, Jace Herondale. We both know that you asked this of him." Magnus seethed at Jace. Jace blanched and looked down at Alec's pale, bloody face and resisted the urge to throw himself down beside him.

When he finally turned his attention to Alec, Magnus was apprehensive, given what he saw. A double-edged sword was stabbed hilt deep through Alec's chest and his mouth was filled with blood.

"Oh Alexander, what have you done to yourself." Magnus sighed, gently brushing Alec's damp hair off his forehead. He caught himself after the sweet gesture, lecturing himself about staying professional. But he couldn't help but succumb to the pangs in his heart caused by the body on the ground.