Alec couldn't believe the day he was having.

He was woken up at six in the morning by Izzy calling and saying there was demon activity in Central Park. After hanging up, Alec turned and realized that the other side of the bed was empty meaning Magnus had already left. After fighting in the park for a good two hours with Jace, Isabelle, and Clary; they all headed back to the Institute to clean up. Alec allowed his sister to take a shower first and was then persuaded by Jace to look the other way as he pulled Clary into the small bathroom. By the time Alec was able to get in, the water was ice cold and it took all of his willpower to stay in long enough to wash away the ichor coating his skin. This was a terrible day.

Alec sat on his bed in the Institute, glancing around at his now barren room. He didn't have much stuff to begin with but in the past few months Alec had spent so much time at Magnus' apartment he had moved almost all of his belongings over. He had kept a couple spare outfits in the closet for incidents like today and never was he more grateful for that fact. He stood, towel hanging loosely on his hips, and opened the small door. Two minutes later he emerged from his bedroom in a pair of his signature worn out jeans and a black sweater, hair still slightly damp from his shower.

"Alexander? Is that you?" A voice called from the library down the hall.

The door was opened all the way and Alec walked towards it, sticking his head inside. His father sat behind the huge desk in the center of the room. His mother was sitting in one of the two plush chairs that were pushed in front of the desk, her body turned so she could see the door.

"Yes sir," Alec answered as he stiffly stood in the doorway.

"Come have a seat," His father said, waving a hand to the empty chair next to his mother.

Alec hesitated before locking eyes with his father, his facial expression suggesting it wasn't a request it was a command, and making his way towards his parents. As he sat down a lump began to form in his throat and he perched on the edge of the seat. His mother was staring at him with an expression akin to that which one wears when someone close has died. Alec internally flinched at the comparison he had made in his head as a stray thought of Max popped up shortly after. His father on the other hand was staring at him without any emotion on his face.

"Alexander we need to have a discussion about this little phase you're going through." Robert Lightwood began, folding his hands and resting his chin on them.

Alec felt his breath catch in his throat and had to force his features to not portray the shock he felt at those words.

"I haven't the slightest clue what you mean." Alec managed to say without any of his words sounding shaky.

"Sweetheart, we can get you some help. If he's holding you against your will then the Clave can and will intervene." Maryse Lightwood softly said as if she were talking to someone who was eight rather than eighteen.

Alec was shocked. His head whipped around to stare at his mother incredulously.

"Alec you can tell us anything. He can't hurt you," Maryse said as she extended her hand and laid it on Alec's arm in what was probably supposed to be a comforting gesture.

Alec flinched away from her contact, looking back and forth between his parents.

"Magnus is not keeping me hostage." Alec exclaimed.

"Well it's just as I feared then. Alexander there's a lovely woman who works for the Clave who deals with special cases such as this. We can call her to the Institute now and she'll be here in enough time for you to spend the night with her. She can fix you." Robert explained.

Alec was frozen. He couldn't even breathe. Were they implying what he thought they were? He turned and looked at the sympathetic look on his mother's face. Maryse nodded encouragingly at her son as if she believed he was seeking her permission.

"Are you trying to get me to agree to let some woman have sex with me and magically make me straight?" Alec cried out incredulously.

"Alexander keep your voice down-"

"No!" Alec shouted, jumping to his feet for emphasis, "Are you really telling me you believe that you can get some woman to fuck me and I will suddenly be attracted to women? Are you both that stupid?"

"Alexander watch what you say!" Robert ground out through gritted teeth as he stood up to face his son.

"Dad what the hell?" A voice exclaimed from the hallway.

Alec turned to see Isabelle, Jace, and Clary all standing in the doorway to the library. He briefly wondered how long they had been standing there before remembering he had more important things to deal with. He turned back to face his father once more.

"No." He growled out, eyes narrowing.

"Alexander you think very carefully about the choices you are making." Robert whispered, eyes narrowing as well.

"Do you honestly think that I woke up one morning and thought 'I'm going to choose to be gay today even though that's against the Law and my family would hate me for it'?!" Alec practically screamed, his body shaking in anger.

"Well how else am I supposed to react to the fact that my son is an abomination?!" Robert roared, right hand smacking down on the desk to emphasize his words.

The room was silent and heavy with tension. Both Lightwood men were breathing heavily, staring the other down. Maryse sat in her chair, hand clutching her chest as she watched with tears streaming down her face.

"Alec, baby, we can help you-"

"There's nothing to help me with! There's nothing wrong with me that you can just fix! I'm gay. I didn't choose to be gay, I'm not broken, and there's no way in hell I'm letting you call some woman to have sex with me!" Alec exploded.

Silence.

"I think it's wise that you leave Alexander." Robert calmly stated.

"As do I," Alec replied.

He turned away from his parents and began to walk towards the door.

"And don't you ever come back." Robert added on.

Alec's steps faltered but he refused to turn around.

"Robert!" Maryse cried out.

"Not now." He hissed at her.

"Very well." Alec responded, keeping his voice steady.

"Isabelle. Jace. Neither of you are to have any contact with Alexander." Robert demanded.

"You can't keep me from my brother-"

"You know that's not going to happen-"

"Enough!" Robert shouted just as Alec reached his siblings.

He kept his back to the library and made eye contact with Clary who was standing across the hall, back against the wall. She gave him a sympathetic smile and opened her arms slightly for a hug. Not knowing what else to do Alec walked over to her and accepted the embrace. It was weird. She was shorter and bonier than Magnus but he felt comforted the moment her arms were around his back.

"If either of you see him again then you won't be welcomed in this Institute either." Robert commanded.

Nobody spoke as they all absorbed Robert's words and their meaning. Jace opened his mouth to speak but Alec broke free from Clary and cut him off.

"Jace, no. Just think before you speak and we'll figure this out." Alec whispered only loud enough for the teens in the hall to hear.

Jace snapped his mouth shut before giving him a slight nod which Robert must have interpreted as a response to his words.

"I'm glad we have an understanding. Alexander, get your things and leave." Robert said as he glanced back down to a letter he was writing at his desk.

Alec walked back to his room and opened the door, suddenly very glad he only had a few outfits left. He didn't know what was worse, he thought as he pulled his clothing off the hangers: the sympathetic hug from Clary, the anger exuding from Jace, the pity in Isabelle's eyes, the tears streaming down his mother's face, or the nonchalance his father seemed to feel about the whole situation.

This was definitely a terrible day.

A/N: Please review and let me know if I should continue this story or not. I have a lot planned for this fic. Thanks!