The Other Fairchild ⤖ Alec Lightwood

[18] The Turning Point

Clary was sitting in the back of Luke's car with Myrcella and Luke on either side of her. The younger Fairchild didn't know what to do. The man she had grown up with and loved dearly was deeply injured because he wanted to protect her. Her sister on the other hand, didn't even look like she was breathing. She blamed herself. First her mom, then this. She prayed Simon would drive faster so Magnus could heal them before it would be too late.

Meanwhile, Alec was still in the same spot he was when he helped put Myrcella in the car. His clothes and hands were covered in blood. Her blood, he thought. His mind couldn't understand why he cared so much about the strawberry blonde. He had never seen her look this weak. She usually had a playful smirk on her lips if not he was usually the stupid one to make her frown. He wondered if he would see that stupid smirk he wanted to wipe off her face or if she'd call him bow boy again. With anger, Alec turned around and kicked a garbage can yelling out. This action made Isabelle flinch and she made her way to her brother.

"Hey, Alec. Look at me." She gently put her hand on his arm. "Myrcella is strong. She will make through this." She tried to comfort him. Alec didn't have the gut to talk, afraid his voice would break. "You love her, don't you?" She asked with a sad smile, seeing the look on her brother's face. Alec didn't need to answer with words because his face gave away the answer. "Now, let's go back to the Institute so you can change and go get the girl." Isabelle winked at her brother and pulled his arm before he could protest. She knew Magnus wouldn't let anything happen to Myrcella.

Across town, Magnus Bane, the high warlock of Brooklyn, was relaxing at his penthouse when the doorbell rang. He opened it to come face to face with Clary Fairchild, who was supporting a badly injured Luke. He was about to question what happened but he felt like his heart had stopped when he saw the blond Shadowhunter carrying an unconscious Myrcella in. Time had seemed to stop for a moment, he never had expected to see the girl who had grown on him in this state. He snapped back to reality and took a careful step towards her.

"Explain! Now." He commanded with a harsh tone no one had expected from him as he carefully took Myrcella from Jace's arms and carried her over to a sofa.

"They were attacked by werewolves." Clary managed to say as they put Luke on the sofa across Myrcella. Magnus heard Luke groan in agony but his priority was Myrcella. They kept talking but Magnus blocked them out and leaned down next to Myrcella. He clapped his hands once and touched the half warlock's shoulders. Red mist surrounded them as he started to heal her. When he was done, he slumped down and noticed the slash marks close. "Did it work?" Clary questioned and she got her reply by Myrcella gasping as if she was underwater for too long.

Myrcella's thoughts came rushing back in as she was pulled back to reality. She coughed for a bit and slowly opened her eyes to come face to face with her dear friend.

"Magnus?" She asked to see if she was dreaming or if this was real.

"I'm here cupcake, you're safe now." He replied with a smile and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. Myrcella was about to say something but she was cut by Luke's groans. Clary was glad her sister was awake but Luke was still in a lot of pain.