A Malec Story

Chapter 6: Third meet - Kissed

Magnus

Magnus was bored. The news that Valentine was back and had two children living here in New York was already a few days old. Nothing interesting had happened since. This morning he got a call from Catarina, and she was coming over later for lunch. He was just putting on some low hanging jeans and a shirt with the letters BLINK IF YOU WANT ME written in sequins on it when the buzzer went.

Irritated he walked to the intercom and shouted. "WHO CALLS UPON THE HIGH WARLOCK?"

"Er," A boys voice sounded. "It's me. I mean, Alec. Alec Lightwood."

At first Magnus thought he had misheard it, but since the boy had said his name twice, there was no mistaken it. At his front door, at this very moment stood that gorgeous blue-eyed shadowhunter. This he had not expected. He was so shocked, he almost forgot to open his door for him.

He checked his reflection in the mirror hanging next to the door and opened it, standing on his threshold, leaning against the doorpost. He hoped he pulled off the careless attitude he didn't quite feel. People with black hair and blue eyes had always been his soft spot and this one was no exception. He remembered that night spent in Alec's bedroom and the anxiety he felt that he might be too late to save him from the wounds a greater demon had inflicted on him. And he remembered, too, how relieved he was when Alec had opened his eyes and it was sure he was going to live.

And now he showed up at his door. Limping a little, but still as beautiful as Magnus remembered him. Alec stared at him and then at his own shoes. So shy, so cute, Magnus thought. But what on earth was he doing here?

"Alexander Lightwood," he said, enjoying the sound of Alec's full name. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Alec was looking past him into his house. "Do you have — company?"

Magnus crossed his arms and stared at him, "Why do you want to know?"

"I was hoping I could come in and talk to you."

"Hmmm." Magnus' said while staring down at the boy. Goodness, he was wearing ugly clothes. The sweater was a grayish black with holes in it and frayed at the hems. The jeans were very last season. He wondered why anyone would ever choose to dress like this. Then again, at the party the other night, Alec hadn't looked much different. Magnus felt curious, wanting to find out what brought the shadowhunter at his doorstep. "Well, all right then." He finally said and turned back into his apartment.

He gestured for Alec to sit down on the sofa and sat down on a tufted ottoman. "Would you like some tea?" he asked.

Alec nodded. "Sure." And Magnus conjured up two Chai's from Joe, the Art of Coffee, one in his own hand and one in Alec's. But Alec clearly didn't see it coming and jumped at the sudden heat of the cup in his hand, spilling some of the tea.

"By the Angel —"

"I LOVE that expression," said Magnus. "It's so quaint."

Alec stared at him. "Did you steal this tea?"

Magnus ignored the question. "So," he said. "Why are you here?"

Alec took a gulp of tea. "I wanted to thank you," he said. "For saving my life."

Magnus leaned back on his hands, wondering for the second time that day if he misheard. "You wanted to thank me." He repeated Alec's words.

"You saved my life," Alec said, again. "But I was delirious, and I don't think I really thanked you. I know you didn't have to do it. So thank you."

Magnus didn't believe his own ears. Here was a shadowhunter, a Lightwood, sitting on his sofa, thanking him for saving his life. His eyebrows shot up. "You're . . .welcome?" Was all he could think of to say.