I thought I'd make this a series. And I'm only posting Nothing again because others might not have read 'The Alphabet' and won't know what's going on. So here it is. Chapter 2 to come by in a bit.

Disclaimer: TMI is owned by Cassandra Clare.

Nothing

Magnus stood over the unmoving body of Alec Lightwood, his hands just hovering above the Shadowhunter's chest. His mouth popped into an 'o', gold-green eyes going wide as he took a few steps back. Had he actually done it? After years of telling himself that no – he would not do it, would not give Alec, of all people, forever.

It wasn't that he was selfish, or that his love for the boy was not enough. It was that it was dangerous. Almost near impossible. Difficult. And if he failed? Everything would be loss. Both his past and his future. Nothing would remain. But it had seemed to be the only solution left as Alec's fingers gripped his wrist just moments ago.

"You're not gonna die, Alexander," Magnus had said firmly and Alec only looked away, his hold slackening. It was not fair, Magnus conceded, how Alec, a perfectly healthy Shadowhunter, could fall to such a disease. A disease that slowly ate away his life, even blurred his memories. It was not fair how this was added to the extreme lists of things that only set them apart. Time would set them apart. Mortality would set them apart. Now this leech of a disease was going to take Alec from him earlier than expected. And he was not ready for that. And maybe even after fifty years he still would not be able to accept Alec's death.

And Magnus Bane had stared mortality in the eye. Had seen mortality in Alexander Lightwood. And had finally given in. You're being selfish, a voice in his head hissed. It did not sound like his voice. It was another voice, one from his past. You said that you will not let mortality bring you apart. But then you give in.

Was it long ago that he had argued with Camille Belcourt about the same subject? All in secret.

But was it also Camille who had put a way to becoming immortal into Alec's head? Not through death, of course, because Magnus would tear Camille apart before her fangs even got too close to Alec.

You blame me now, Magnus. But watch what you will have created. And then you will only blame yourself. 'He is my future', is that not what you said? Magnus, you were my past. And I have loved you, truly. But watch as his life falls completely, as your future crumbles. And then you will have nothing left. This will be our last meeting, love.

He should have known better. Should have never went with it. Was it because Alec asked him to do it? Because Alec could just die and Magnus could just be miserable forever. But he did not want that. He wanted to keep Alec with him – through whatever means.

There is nothing left now. Magnus closed his eyes and his knees finally gave in as he sunk to the ground, his fingers clutching at the collars of Alec's shirt. Nothing.

"I am an idiot," Magnus murmured, his forehead touching Alec's unmoving chest.

He had attempted the spell. Had went through with it and Alec had trusted him – trusted him not to screw it up, trusted him that they would both get through it. But he had failed.

"What does immortality mean if I have to be alone. Again and again," Always the same. But this loss has been greater, the pain too much.

As he sat there, eyes closed and his own breathing hard, Magnus thought that this had been all a grave mistake. He should have never done the spell. Never. Who in their right mind had succeeded in doing so? Near impossible. Very difficult. But he had thought that he would have been stronger to do it. Apparently, he wasn't. And it had taken everything from him. The attempt had taken Alec's life, had taken a huge amount of his own magic. It left him with nothing.

But then he heard a faint flutter, as if a heart was restarting. He stilled, not daring to breathe, his own heart hammering in his chest. He felt the rise of a chest. Not his own. And then, as the minutes ticked by, he felt warmth.

Alec was breathing.

He stared, wide eyes, down at Alec, his mouth, like before, dropping to an 'o'. He could not bring himself to say anything else as he straightened up and those blue eyes shone beneath the dark locks and stared at him.

"Alec?" He finally managed as Alec blinked and focused on him. There was confusion in his face – it did not look like how he had imagined it. He would have thrown himself at Alec now because he did not fail. He thought he had, but here was Alec – alive. With forever. But there was something very wrong. "Alec, love?"

Alec, in turn, just looked away, his forehead creasing as he frowned. "Who are you?"

Magnus froze, and it was not just his whole body that stilled. It felt like his insides had been blasted with the coldest air and with freezing water. He felt the ground give in, felt like he was falling.

"You-" Magnus managed, reaching out a hand for Alec to take but the Shadowhunter just sat up on his own.

"I'm...I'm sorry. I don't remember anything."

And Magnus knew that in a way, the spell had failed. It had taken Alec's past and gave him a future of immortality.

But the boy looked scared and confused and he offered his hand again. This time, Alec took it. It felt like how it felt every time they had held hands, but for some reason, something was missing.

"Your name is Alexander Lightwood and you're immortal."

Magnus had thought he lost everything from his past. But here was Alec – without any of his memories but with a future that said forever.

Yes, I'm gonna be making this a series.