I was always wondering what would happen if Magnus hadn't stopped Alec in this scene. So I decided to write it myself. Hope I didn't screw up too bad.

The first part is a snippet from the actuall book.

"Try it on me," Alec said unexpectedly. "I could do with some fearlessness." He slid his jacket off,

tossed it over the piano stool, and crossed the room to stand in front of Jace. "Here. Mark my arm."

Jace glanced over at Clary. "Unless you think you should do it?"

She shook her head. "No. You're probably better at actually applying Marks than I am."

Jace shrugged. "Roll up your sleeve, Alec."

Obediently, Alec rolled his sleeve up. There was already a permanent Mark on his upper arm, an

elegant scroll of lines meant to give him perfect balance. They all leaned forward, even Magnus, as

Jace carefully traced the outlines of the Fearless rune on Alec's arm, just below the existing Mark.

Alec winced as the stele traced its burning path across his skin. When Jace was done, he slid his stele

back into his pocket and stood a moment admiring his handiwork. "Well, it looks nice at least," he

announced. "Whether it works or not…"

Alec touched the new Mark with his fingertips, then glanced up to find everyone else in the room

staring at him.

"So?" Clary said.

"So what?" Alec rolled his sleeve down, covering the Mark.

"So, how do you feel? Any different?"

Alec looked considering. "Not really."

Jace threw his hands up. "So it doesn't work."

"Not necessarily," Luke said. "There might simply be nothing going on that might activate it.

Perhaps there isn't anything here that Alec is afraid of."

Magnus glanced at Alec and raised his eyebrows. "Boo," he said.

Jace was grinning. "Come on, surely you've got a phobia or two. What scares you?"

Alec thought for a moment. "Spiders," he said.

Clary turned to Luke. "Have you got a spider anywhere?"

Luke looked exasperated. "Why would I have a spider? Do I look like someone who would collect

them?"

"No offense," Jace said, "but you kind of do."

"You know"—Alec's tone was sour—"maybe this was a stupid experiment."

"What about the dark?" Clary suggested. "We could lock you in the basement."

"I'm a demon hunter," Alec said, with exaggerated patience. "Clearly, I am not afraid of the dark."

"Well, you might be."

"But I'm not."

Clary was spared replying by the buzz of the doorbell. She looked over at Luke, raising her

eyebrows. "Simon?"

"Couldn't be. It's daylight."

"Oh, right." She'd forgotten again. "Do you want me to get it?"

"No." He stood up with only a short grunt of pain. "I'm fine. It's probably someone wondering why

the bookstore's shut."

He crossed the room and threw the door open. His shoulders went stiff with surprise; Clary heard

the bark of a familiar, stridently angry female voice, and a moment later Isabelle and Maryse

Lightwood pushed past Luke and strode into the room, followed by the gray, menacing figure of the

Inquisitor. Behind them was a tall and burly man, dark-haired and olive-skinned, with a thick black

beard. Though it had been taken many years ago, Clary recognized him from the old photo Hodge had

showed her: This was Robert Lightwood, Alec and Isabelle's father.

City of Ashes, chapter 14-Fearless

Alec POV

I looked at my sister, mother, father and then Magnus. And by looking at their faces I made my decision. Magnus deserves better than this. Then what I was doing to him. He deserves to be known about.

I took a step forward. Standing between my parents and everyone else.

I could see that my mother was surprised to see me here. She looked like she was seeing a ghost. "Alec, what on earth are you doing here? I thought I made it clear that—"

"Mother." I interrupted her firmly. Determined to get this over with. Somewhere in the back off my mind knowing that this new confidence won't last long. "Father. There's something I have to tell you." I smiled at them. "I'm seeing someone."

I could see my father looking at me with some exasperation. "Alec," he said. "This is hardly the

time."

"Yes, it is. This is important. You see, I'm not just seeing anyone." Words seemed to be pouring

out of my mouth in a torrent, while my parents looked on in confusion. I could feel everyone else's gaze on me too but I didn't falter. "I'm seeing a Downworlder. In fact, I'm seeing a warlock."

There was a minute of silence. My parent looked at me first in shock and then-In my father's case-disgust.

My mother was the first one to find her voice. "A Downworlder?!" She looked at me practically begging to say it was just a lie. "You are seeing a Downworlder?"

"Yes I am." I said calmly focusing more on my mother now.

"Who is she?" She asked me looking at me with disappointment clear in her eyes.

"He is not a she." I said without a moment's hesitation. Knowing that I should be afraid to say it but not being able to feel any fear.

Everyone in the room gasped in surprise. I knew that my siblings and Magnus were only surprised of the fact that I said it while my parents were in such state of shock that they couldn't even speak.

"You are seeing a Downworlder of your own genre?" Asked someone from behind my parents.

"Yes I am." I answered focusing on the Inquisitor.

She looked disgusted in me. She looked at me like one would at the bug they accidentally squished with a shoe. It hurt to be looked at like that but I didn't waiver or look away.

That was when my father took a few steps towards me. His eyes were dark with anger, disgust and shame. I had the feeling everyone were holding their breaths.

"You are not my son." He hissed and lifted his arm to slap me.

I knew what was coming. I could see it in his eyes. I could see that he won't stop himself. But I didn't back away. I didn't even wince. I just stood there. Looking at him right in the eyes. With a steady heart beat. Not backing down.

Just before his hand was inches away from my face there was a loud snap.

My father stood there. Frozen in place. I looked around confused. But I knew that snap. My eyes rested on Magnus. He was walking towards me. Looking at me with sad but proud eyes. He stood beside me and I smiled up at him. He smiled at me in return. And just for a second everything was good. There was just me and him. No one else. Just like all the other times. But then he looked up front at my parents. Angry.

"What did you do to my husband?!" My mother asked him furious.

"What did I do?! Better question is what were you about to do?! " He said blue sparks beginning to dance at the tips of his fingers. I took one of his hands in my own trying to calm him down a little. I was angry too but turning my parents into frogs won't help. Even though I was seriously considering it at this point. But I knew it was my fault and not theirs. Magnus continued talking. "Were you really going to just stand there and watch him hit your son?! Your own flesh and blood ?!"

"He is not my son!" She said forcefully. "My son it normal. He is not…that." She pointed at me like that explains everything.

I took a deep breath trying to calm down. Magnus noticed and squeezed my hand lightly.

"Mom?! " Izzy shouted from the other side of the room. I didn't turn around to see her. I knew my eyes showed how hurt I really was by all this and I didn't want her to know.

"And what does any of this have to do with you?" The Inquisitor asked Magnus. Her look said that she already knew and just needed a conformation.

"I am his boyfriend and it has everything to do with me." He said sternly.

She looked satisfied with the answer and a small smile appeared on her face when she looked from us to my mother.

Mother now looked exhausted. Like it was all too much for her. Maybe it was.

She looked at me after a few seconds of silence. "You should go. Go back to The Institute. Pack your stuff and go."

This took me by surprise. Is she kicking me out?! My own mother?!

"Where will I go?" I asked when I found my voice again. I could feel the fearless rune burning out.

Shit! Not now! I thought desperately.

"You will stay with me of course." Magnus whispered in my ear and I saw my mother wince but she didn't say anything else. She just took one step to the side so we can get to the door.

"Are you sure?" I asked him when he started dragging me around my-still frozen-father and towards the door.

"Yes I am." He said confidently.

I nodded and stopped for a second when we got to the door remembering that Izzy and Jace are still there. Izzy was looking at me with sad and concerned eyes and Jace was glaring daggers at mother and the Inquisitor. I could also see Clary and Luke. She looked… Concerned? For me? It didn't seem likely but she really did look concerned. And Luke was starting to look from confused to angry in the matter of seconds.

One last look at all of them and we were out of the door. Out of the house. And out of my old life.

The thought made me dizzy. I felt like passing out. I could see that Magnus saw it too because he winged me into his arms the second we were out and my legs started to wobble. I tried to protest but the darkness was coming fast.

The last thing I was aware off before I went under was a loud snap of fingers echoing through my head.

It's not that bad is it ?I was thinking about making it a multiple chapters. Like what happens when the rune wears off and he is finally aware of what he has done?! What do you think? Too much?

Oh, and the snap at the ending was to un-freeze Alec's father. Just so you know.