Every single thing that is italics is Alec.

Summary: Semi AU/AH. Dream: A series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during : A very unpleasant or frightening experience or prospect. Time: The indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole. Mostly Jalec friendship and Malec romance. There will be Clace as Jace is our main protagonist.

Warning for whole fic: No Ocs (special warning, I know. Bare with me). Drugs are bad for you, don't take them. Might have some swearing.

Disclaimer: Not owning characters.

Part 1: Dream; chapter 1: To see more.

From: Unknown number

To: Jace Herondale

Message (sent at 10h:45pm): It has arrived, you can come fetch it. Don't answer that number.

Jace was feeling incredibly irritated that the guy had thought useful to mention to not answer that number. Jace knew that the other man didn't like technology and probably bought those one-use only phones just to write him. The man knew that Jace knew, so it could only mean that the man was thinking him stupid enough to answer back. And that irritated the blond boy.

Pinching the bridge of his nose and taking a deep breath to calm himself – he was already angry and he hadn't even seen him yet – he got up from his bed where he was lying, simply took his wallet and keys, got out of his flat and headed toward the man's apartment. Better be quick about it, as he really needed what the other possessed and the more he waited, the worst it would be for the both of them.

Embarking on the underground train of the day for Brooklyn, Jace settled himself in a corner near a window and gazed at the reflection in it. From what he could see, the dirty waggon was mostly empty, only a sleeping homeless person in a way to large sweater in the opposite corner and a stiff, nervous looking business man near one of the door. As he was spacing out in his contemplation of the window, he saw a shimmering, right beside him if he was to trust the reflection. Not focusing on it, as he knew it would disappear otherwise, he let himself doze off a bit, yet still holding onto his consciousness.

The shimmering, like the reflection of light on water, started to take form and now, beside Jace, there was a black-haired boy. In the image that provided the grime window, with the blur in his eyes caused by sleepiness and because the boy wasn't concretely there anyway, Jace couldn't see the others' features clearly, but he knew him enough to not need it.

Jace knew by heart how Alec looked like; after all, they saw each other at least every night...

'' Are we going to Magnus'?'' Alec asked, his voice resonating in Jace's soul. He turned what Jace knew were his ocean blue eyes toward him via the window.

Jace groaned in affirmation and he saw Alec's lips turned in a small smile. 'Of course you are going to be happy about this.' thought Jace and he might have seen Alec's reflection darken where his cheeks are.

'' Shut up.'' he quipped at a smirking Jace.

'Certainly not.' smugly thought Jace. 'At last one of us is happy about the prospect of seeing him. You know what the payment is, I'll probably have to spent another sleepless night all alone.'

If Jace had said that teasingly, Alec took the statement seriously. '' I know, I am sorry, but I never get to see him otherwise...'' he said with a sad voice. Immediately, Jace felt guilty about his joke. Alec shouldn't apologize, what was one sleepless night from times to times when it meant that his best-friend would have a small moment of happiness?

'' Hey, don't worry, it's no big deal. Anything for your love-life anyway.'' said Jace with the intention to lighten the mood. It's only when the homeless person that Jace had thought was sleeping tilted his head in his direction that Jace realized his mistake.

He had said it out loud.

Snapping out of his dazed state, making Alec disappear at the same time, Jace bolted out of the waggon as soon as it stopped. He was one stop early, but he didn't care, he would walk the difference. He couldn't stay there. If the person in the ripped and baggy clothes reported him to the Clave, he might not be able to escape this time...

The Clave, that was how the government was called, was in electoral period right now and one of the lead candidate – the people's favourite actually – was against old ways and magic. He had ideas of progress and modernity and indeed, with the technology developed under his ministry, they had made huge progress.

Yet, it also meant that people like Jace, who could control and speak to dreams, were regarded as a treat to the modern society.

Quickening his pace, Jace reached Magnus' apartment in a blink. It was almost midnight, but he still unabashedly buzzed repeatedly. The man was as insomniac as the nearby city anyway. And Jace might, like always, be in the mood to annoy him.

'' Who is it and why shouldn't I kill you right now?'' asked a deep voice from the intercom. It had a small accent from no one knew where and irritation was clear in his tone. It was definitively Magnus.

'' It's your favourite Dreamwalker and I am way too pretty to be killed.'' answered Jace, smirking. As soon as he heard the buzz, Jace glanced one time behind him before entering. As soon as he reached the door, before he could even knock on it, he was pulled inside.

'' Don't go around flaunting about your Dreamwalker status, you never know who could hear you.'' hissed the man, his posture similar to an angry cat's. He had Asian features and looked about nineteen, but then again, he looked like he was nineteen ever since Jace met him two years ago. He was wearing a loose kimono and the place smelled like he had been burning sandalwood incense.

'' I knew I was too pretty for you to kill me.'' simply said Jace. He elegantly sprawled himself on one of the sofa and admired today's decor. Today, the place looked like an antiquity shop. The walls were covered with bookshelves filled with leather bound books and miscellaneous objects. All furniture were made of dark woods except for the sofa, which were plushy and cream coloured. In the darkness, with only a plethora of candles illuminating the room, the place looked somewhat warm. Jace would never admit it, but it looked nice.

During his musing, the blond didn't notice Magnus approaching until the man had cupped his face and forced him to look at him right in the eyes. '' Trust me, it's not your look that spared you up until now.'' he said in a low voice. The older man's golden almost cat-like gaze, shining under the candles' soft light, were filled with tenderness that wasn't directed at Jace and the latter just knew it. Jace's equally golden eyes flashed blue for a moment and Magnus smiled, releasing his hold on him. '' Anyway, blonds are overrated.''

'' I won't defend my spectacularly amazing physic to you, let's get down to business.'' scoffed Jace.

'' Yes let's proceed.'' agreed Magnus, walking to one of his shelves. Opening one of the small beautifully sculpted box, he took out a small transparent bag and Jace could see the prismatic powder in it.

That drug was prohibited by the Clave; thus, hard to get. When one burned the powder and inhaled it's fumes, he would be put in a state in between unconsciousness and sleep and it unlocked a part of the unconscious world that Jace and Alechad inadvertently discovered and thrived to return...

Yes, that drug was rare and Jace was extremely lucky that not only Magnus had a lot of contacts, but that he ever only asked him one thing in exchange.

'' Your payment for this is to give me access to your dreams.'' stated Magnus with a wicked smile and Jace wasn't surprise.

'' You know I won't refuse.'' he said in seriousness. Magnus nodded before tossing the bag in Jace's direction. The blond caught it and securely placed it in one of his jacket's inner pockets.

Fully aware of what would come next, he nonchalantly headed toward the bedroom. That place always looked the same, with it white walls and colourful paintings on them. The crimson oriental bed, the deep violet curtains and the dark blue carpet in the middle of the room...

The place never changed in the two years Magnus lived here.

Swiftly, Magnus prepared the needed ingredients for the ritual that would proceed. In a dark bowl made of basalt, he poured in two unidentified liquids – when Jace had asked, Magnus had simply told him that 'ignorance was bliss', which did nothing to reassure the Herondale boy – and without mixing them, he grabbed a white powder – Jace knew that one, it was crushed quartz – and spread it over the mixture in a particular pattern. The Asian man then placed the bowl on his bed and took from his nightstand a silver knife. He mumbled some sentences, not in English, and cut the inside of his right hand, the dominant one. Still mumbling, he signalled Jace to come and Jace complied, tending his own right hand, his non-dominant one. Magnus cut the inside of Jace's hand and their blood mingled together as they fell in the bowl.

The part the blond disliked the most started. Raking a deep breath, he took the bowl and drank from it. 'It's for Alec.' he repeatedly thought to himself like a mantra as he gulped down half of the bowl's disgusting and thick content. Then, he gave the other man the bowl and he drank the other half.

The ritual finished, Magnus discarded the bowl on his drawer for the time being and took place on the bed and, without a word, gestured Jace the door in a clear 'go away' sign.

Desperately wishing for a glass of water, Jace hurriedly complied.

The burnt orange sky was blinding once again.

Magnus was standing on a rock in the middle of a pristine lake that looked the same orange as the sky. He hated lakes. He actually loathed all source of water. Probably because the first memory he has is of himself drowning two years ago...

But of course, nightmares always knew your weakness and tried to take advantage of it.

Looking around, he saw that the lake was surrounded by black wooded trees with golden leaves. Everything was still, as if time had no effect here. No wind, no sounds and no movements at all. From the rock he was standing on, he saw other rocks that guided him toward the shore. Without wasting time, Magnus took a deep breath to steady himself and carefully and gracefully jumped from rock to rock. When he reached the last one, he looked up and tried to find a specific someone.

And he founded him.

Sitting under a dark tree on a fallen branch, there was a boy. Somehow, he was shimmering with the same patterns light created when reflected on water. His pale ivory skin were not only decorated of the shimmering light, but also with black curves that lazily moved and swirled. He had dark like a moonless night unruly hair and deep blue eyes. Said eyes were now focused on a single rose that he was holding in front of him. He hadn't noticed him yet.

'He really is an amazing sight' thought Magnus, looking at his unknowing Alexander.

Suddenly, Alec's cheeks became pink and he averted his eyes from the rose. Amused by this, Magnus couldn't help but want to know what he had been thinking to embarrass himself like that.

'' Oh, and what is with that blush, darling? Thinking about me?'' he called out and jumped from the last rock to the shore, starting Alec. His expression of surprise quickly morphed into one of fond happiness and his blush intensified,

'' Hi, Magnus.'' he smiled, before answering the actual question, clenching at the flower. '' Hum, maybe?''

Also smiling, Magnus continued his teasing. '' You know, I don't think a rose is the best weapon here in the nightmare realm.''

'' Sometimes, the best weapons are love and reassurance.'' he softly said, extending the flower toward his lover. '' I was waiting for you.'' he added and Magnus melted on the spot.

'' You knew I was coming?'' he asked, taking the rose and the hand of its previous owner.

'' Jace told me he was heading to your place and, well, I hoped.'' he said and the dark marks on his skin started to dance a slow waltz.

Pulling the boy in his arm as close as he could, Magnus held him tight. He pressed his forehead on the others' and brushed their lips together. '' Let's turn this dream into a fantasy.'' he whispered and Alec's answer consisted of a slow and passionate kiss that said what both thought:

I missed you.

Jace had no trouble to make himself comfortable anywhere he went.

But what he had trouble with was messy places.

And that is exactly how Magnus' place was.

It's not because one had a lot of objects and possessions that order had to be thrown out by the window. 'Seriously, how hard is it to keep a place clean?' thought Jace while he was removing the dust with a 'swifter' he had found lying around. Yes, a cleaning product 'lying around'.

Jace felt like it was one of the biggest scandal in history.

Just when he had finished dusting off all the bookshelves, the door buzzed and Jace jumped, all alert. He slowly approached the door and placed a hand on his hip, where he knew his knife was hidden.

'' Yes, who is it?'' he said in the intercom.

'A client of Magnus maybe?' thought Jace, his mind frantically searching for a plausible hypothesis. 'The person I saw in the subway couldn't have followed me, right?'

He was now thinking about potential exit routes when the person down the stairs answered. '' I... My name is Clary Fray, I am seeking for the Dreamwalker... I know he is here and I think I can help.'' said a girl's voice that strangely calmed Jace a bit.

'' And with what do you think you could help?'' asked Jace, glad Magnus wasn't here. He would have been on for a full lecture about how he hadn't noticed that he was followed and on how potentially dangerous it is...

'' Please, I do not feel comfortable speaking about it outside.'' she said and Jace could relate to that feeling. People were wary of all subjects that were linked to magic.

Curiosity getting the better of him,he buzzed her in.

What was life without a leap of faith?

Please! Tell me what you thought, tell me what I lack or what you liked.

Thanks for reading.

P.S: worry not, I am not leaving 30 lives like I did last time with Amaranth.