Collection of Drabbles

Disclaimer: All characters belong to the wonderful Cassandra Clare.

Magnus had been sat waiting patiently at his loft, pacing back and forth across the plush rug that covered the wooden floorboards. He'd been counting his steps and watching the door, then back to his phone for the past 4 hours. The worry had been spreading from a small paranoia, to full on fear.

Alec always kept him informed when he went out hunting demons, or at least if he got harmed one of the others would get in touch. But nothing. Nada. He picked up his phone off the coffee table, turning it over in his hands, looking down at his wallpaper of he and Alec. Alec had tried to avoid the camera all day, that day, but Magnus had caught him at the last minute while he was reading. He smiled fondly at it. Oh screw it! he thought. He quickly picked up his coat and headed for the door. One thing he wasn't going to do was sit around and wait for news that could possibly be bad.

He pulled open the door and stepped out onto the landing, closing the door behind. He shrugged his coat onto his shoulders as he neared the stairs. All of a sudden there was a buzzing in his pocket, he pulled it out and answered while walking down the stairs.

It was Alec who was on the other end, "I'm coming home, I won't be too long. I just had to make a few stops." Magnus breathed out in relief. He pushed the front door of the apartment building and stepped out onto the street. He was about to reply when he turned.

Alec was stood there, a few steps away down the street, covered in dirt and grime, holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a bag of Chinese take-out in the other.

Magnus completely forgot about the phone and ran to Alec with no delay.

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