A/N: Hey everyone! I'm back with a new multi-chapter story! Please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Magnus or Alec, or anybody. *sobs in corner*
Chapter 1
The man sat at a bar. He stirred his drink and took another sip. Unbidden, the memories of those eight beautiful years came flooding back to him. He managed to stop the flood with a shake of his head. He could not think of him, especially now, of all times.
The man did not want to think. He stood up. It had been a mistake coming here, to this noisy, claustrophobia-inducing mess of a gathering place. He stood up and swept out, not in the dramatic fashion of years gone by, but quietly. He walked home in the rain, trying so hard to keep it together.
On the way home, he glanced up and saw a sign. Central Park. And an empty bench peeping into his ray of vision.
That was all it took for his carefully constructed walls to fall. Magnus collapsed onto the empty bench in the deserted, hidden park, sobbing. Memories overwhelmed him, all with a common denominator. Alec. Alec smiling and blushing – only Magnus made him smile like that. Alec running his hand through Magnus' thick black hair. Alec's hideous old black hoodies, faded to gray by countless washings. Alec killing demons, side by side with Magnus. Alec kissing Magnus in front of the Clave. Alec being so brave and perfect.
It had been twenty years since Magnus's blue-eyed angel was killed by a Greater Demon. He was only twenty-six. Magnus and Alec had had eight precious years together. They married once it was made legal in New York. They had wanted to adopt a warlock foundling baby. Alec had been waiting for the Clave's permission. They never adopted the baby.
Magnus's sobs intensified as he thought about the last time he saw Alec. Alec had received news of a rogue new werewolf in Manhattan. The Shadowhunter had volunteered to help. Alec had headed out at 5pm, saying it shouldn't take longer than an hour, even as he kissed Magnus goodbye.
"It'll be fine – just a rogue werewolf. Probably new. I'll just introduce him to Maia. See you later!"
Five hours later they found him, bloodied and bruised in an alleyway, having been lured into a trap by a Greater Demon and having lost the fight. Isabelle had found him and called Magnus. He had known instinctively what had happened and could barely bring himself to answer.
"Magnus...It's Isabelle..."
Alec's funeral had been an honourable one, with a large attendance. Magnus didn't go. He was curled up like a cat on their sofa, with Chairman Meow and Alec's beautiful favorite ratty hoodie.
Twenty years and Magnus had not found anyone who had come halfway to Alec. Isabelle and Jace both had families of their own, and neither spoke to Magnus much these days. Jace, for one, could not bear the sight of Magnus, as Magnus reminded his of his lost parabatai. They were moving on and, for once, the immortal warlock could not.
As his tears finally ceased, he became aware of a presence beside him. Embarrassed to be caught breaking down like this, he turned to the person...and froze.
Alec.
It couldn't be. Alec died twenty years ago.
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