(Okay, here is the final chapter. I know it's a bit short, but it works. I hope you like it and I hope you keep looking out for whatever I think up next. I have promised a bit of a smutty Malec one shot to my best friend, so keep your eye out for that. Happy reading! Edit: Thank you all so much for the reviews, you have all been so kind and encouraging!)

Chapter 6

Magnus woke up late that afternoon to find his apartment spotless. He looked over to see Alec performing some sort of solo martial arts. It looked kind of angry and fierce. He watched for several long minutes.

Finally he said softly, "I'm hungry."

"Well, being sick can do that." He snapped back, continuing in his work-out.

"Were you planning on making something?"

He stopped moving. "Are you planning on telling me that Will wasn't anything to you."

"Where the hell did that come from?"

"You were dreaming about him last night. At least, I've been telling myself it was a dream and you didn't think I was him. Until you mumbled 'Thank you, Will' right before you fell asleep."

"I had a high fever. People hallucinate with high fevers."

"And?"

"'And' nothing. Will means nothing."

"Right."

"You've been fuming about this all day, haven't you?"

"Yeah, maybe a little. But that doesn't mean my anger is unjustified."

"It is. I've told you a thousand times that it is."

"I don't want to argue with you."

"You brought it up, Alexander."

"Well, I'm done." He walked to the door. "You're looking well enough to take care of yourself now." He slammed the door.

Magnus stood on wobbly legs and made his way slowly to the door. He picked his way down the stairs after his Shadowhunter. He was still unsteady on his feet.

"Alec, wait." He called.

He stopped just inside the door, but didn't stop.

"I've been a complete ass."

"You can say that again."

"Please turn around and look at me, Alexander." He begged, gripping the railing to keep steady.

He did, slowly.

"You need to stop being jealous of Will Herondale. That was a century ago. He's long dead."

Alec stared him down. "Like I will be one day?"

Magnus met his gaze. "I don't want us to worry about 'one day' right now. This is today."

Alec was silent.

"Please come back and let's talk." He took a step down and swayed on his feet.

Alec rushed up and wrapped his arms around the warlock to steady him. "You're stubborn, you know that?"

"But you still love me."

"I don't know if I'd go that far."

"I'm sorry. I know you're not Will."

"I'm not Jem either."

"Jem?"

"You said his name once too."

"I don't know where that came from. Jem is your complete opposite in looks. But not in compassion."

"Maybe that's it, then."

"Maybe. Come on." He tried to walk back up the stairs and faltered again.

Alec sighed and swung the lanky man up into his arms and carried him up the stairs.

"I'll order some take-out." He said as he walked.

"I'd kill for a nice, greasy pizza." He smiled and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck. "Also, it's really hot that you can carry me up the stairs like this and still speak unwinded."

"I'm a Shadowhunter." He said simply as he sat the man down on the floor beside his bed.

"And that explains everything."

"It does. I may not be an angel like Jace, but I am Nephilim. It means I'm stronger than the average man. It's why I have so much endurance." He winked and pressed a kiss to Magnus's lips. "Lie down. I'll order a pizza."

"Then come snuggle with me until it gets here?" He asked hopefully.

He sighed and smiled, "Anything for you, Magnus."