Hi lovely readers, I'm still alive, I promise! I'm sorry for being such a horrible person and I'm sorry for apologising here, but I'm back with more MI Boys Do Gaga, featuring drunken!Alec in honour of (late) New Year's! And we're returning to the original theme here and there's actually Gaga! *Woot!* So here we go, I apologise for falling off the face of the earth. Hope you enjoy—let me know if you do or if you don't!

*I own nothing but the pajamas on my back (I'm not cool enough to get away with saying "jammies" like Jace.) Cassie owns all things MI and Gaga owns herself, unfortunately.*

A jungle of bodies lined in against rows of skyscrapers was being projected from the television screen, which let out a consistent babble of airy, optimistic conversation from the pretty blonde news reporter in Times Square. On occasion the television shot showed people in the crowd with glasses that spelled "2012" across their faces.

"Mag-hic-nus," Alec whined, "where'd you go?"

"I'm right here, baby." The warlock answered, amused, placing a hand on each of the Shadowhunter's cheeks to emphasise his statement.

"Oh." Alec said with a smile.

The apartment of the High Warlock of Brooklyn was fairly clean (due in large part to the blue-eyed Nephilim that all but lived there.) The main room was the exception to this, as it had several mostly empty bottles of various coloured liquid on the coffee table along with crumpled napkins and pieces of confetti scattered around the floor.

The High Warlock himself was wearing light purple skinny jeans and a sparkly silver vest over a white pinstriped collared shirt. He had donned very little makeup other than black eyeliner that was probably from several days earlier and a small amount of glitter. Alec had presumably been dressed by Isabelle and was therefore wearing a dark blue collared shirt that was left partly open and black pants. The Shadowhunter's cheeks, easily rosy at the slightest innuendo, were flushed. ("Absolutely gorgeous," Magnus had commented on them earlier, pecking his boyfriend on the lips.)

"We'll be back in half an hour when we'll see Lady Gaga perform right here in Times Square." Ryan Seacrest informed the viewers, having switched onscreen with the other reporter.

"Lady Gaga?" Alec exclaimed, "I love her! She's so talented!"

Magnus chuckled. "I know, love. Perhaps you've had enough to drink for now, though?"

Alec shook his head, jumping back about a foot and almost spilling one of the drinks in question.

"When did you say the rest of your silly Nephilim friends were coming?" Magnus asked, knowing that there was no real danger in Alec having too much to drink since he would be staying at the warlock's tonight anyway.

"Um, I forget." Alec admitted. "Jace texted me earlier and told me."

"Could I see your phone, then?"

Alec shook his head, grinning. "Nuh-uh, you have to find it."

Magnus grinned as well. "Oh?" he asked, with a signature raised eyebrow. He closed the space between them in a few strides, his arms going around Alec's waist to reach into his back pockets. "Found it." Magnus said, when he felt the old phone where he knew it would be. Rather than taking out the phone, he slid his hands further into Alec's pockets, pulling the Shadowhunter closer to him.

"You are an adorable drunk, by the way." Magnus whispered, leaning in to kiss his boyfriend. Alec threw his arms around Magnus' neck, smiling.

"Is it safe to come in or are we going to die of blissfully content amorous rainbows?" came a familiar voice from the unlocked doorway.

"The latter." Magnus replied, running a hand through his hair with a small smile as his boyfriend pulled away from him.

"Jace!" Alec trilled excitedly.

"Alec!" Jace imitated mockingly.

"You know, your hair is really pretty." Alec stated wondrously.

Jace snorted. "While I am extraordinarily well-quaffed, I also have a plethora of other qualities which I would like to think make me more than just an awfully pretty fa-"

"but I like Magnus' better." Alec cut him off.

"Ha. Stick that in your Pyxis." Magnus light-heartedly jabbed at the blonde.

"What have you done to my parabatai?" Jace demanded.

"Oh, nothing." Magnus told him. "Apparently he's leaving me for Lady Gaga, though."

Jace looked at Magnus, gazing at the warlock critically as though there was some great mystery he was trying to unravel. "I can see the resemblance. It must be the sparkles." He concluded.

"Isabelle!" Alec exclaimed yet again as he caught sight of his sister, running over (and nearly falling) to hug her.

The slightly confused expression on Jace's face was quickly replaced by a smirk. "He's drunk, isn't he?"

Isabelle laughed as she pulled her brother away slightly to look him in the eye. "Alec?" She asked gently, smiling slightly at her usually closed-off, responsible big brother in amusement.

"Yeah?" Alec said back to her.

"Are you drunk?"

Alec tilted his head to the side, giving the impression of a very young puppy. "I don't know. I don't think so." He replied uncertainly.

"Open your mouth." Isabelle commanded, placing her hand on her brother's jaw until he complied. "Yep, you are definitely drunk." Isabelle confirmed after smelling his breath. "I'm so proud of you." She told him, grinning.

Alec frowned. "I'm not drunk. Magnus, am I drunk?" he asked, turning around to face his boyfriend.

"Very much so." Magnus told him, siding with what Isabelle had just said.

Ryan Seacrest's voice cut in once again before Alec had the chance to respond. "Tonight we have the biggest performer on the planet. Fasten your seatbelt— live in Times Square, Lady Gaga."

As his boyfriend squealed in a very non-Shadowhunter like fashion and started dancing as music came from the screen, Magnus played host for the rest of Alec's family.

"Who wants drinks?" Magnus asked imperiously.

"Is that a rhetorical question, Maggiepie?" Isabelle answered.

"For the most part, yes." Magnus smirked.

Alec turned his head from the screen at the mention of drinks. "I want a drink!" he answered.

"Look, babe, it's Lady Gaga." Magnus stated as a diversion, pointing toward the screen where the pop-star had in fact just appeared, wearing what looked very much like the Times Square Ball. Alec's head snapped back toward the screen.

"Amazing," Jace said, grinning, as he threw himself onto the warlock's couch, placing his hands behind his head, "that's the same reaction you would get if you yelled 'Squirrel!' to a dog."

"I think Alec's more of a cat person." Isabelle said confidently, seating herself onto the other end of the couch, a drink that Magnus had conjured her in hand.

The warlock smirked at Isabelle's comment as he artfully sat down on the large chair that was the only piece of furniture currently unoccupied by Shadowhunters.

"Why would you think th-" Jace began. He was cut off by his parabatai singing along with Lady Gaga.

"I want your whiskey mouth all over my blonde south. Red wine, cheap perfume, and a filthy pout."

Isabelle giggled. "I can't believe they let her perform this one."

"I can't believe Alec is drunk enough to be singing this one." Jace countered.

Alec attempted to straddle his boyfriend's lap as he slid his fingers through the button holes on Magnus' vest. He had gotten the first one undone before Magnus took both of his wrists in his hand and placed them behind Magnus' neck.

"Not that I object to you undressing me in front of your siblings, but you would if you were sober." Magnus said amusedly, kissing the tip of Alec's nose that had been wrinkled in disappointment.

"Huh, so Alec's a horny drunk." Isabelle stated, looking detachedly interested.

"As opposed to what other kind of drunk?" Jace asked.

"As opposed to a whiny drunk, a needy drunk, a sobbing drunk, a drunk who thinks they suddenly become fluent in Portuguese…" Isabelle rattled off. She shrugged her shoulders. "There are lots."

Jace lifted an eyebrow (a move which he knew ruffled Clary, who was spending New Years with her mother and Luke). "And it's a good thing that Alec falls into the 'horny drunk' category? I for one would much rather prefer the Portuguese."

Alec was still engrossed in the performance on the television and singing along while the conversation about him was going on. The performance was almost over now and was ending with what had become Lady Gaga's signature anthem.

Isabelle got up from the couch, laughing, to dance with her brother. Jace and Magnus both joined in shortly and they were all nearly screaming the chorus at the end of the song.

Shortly after, they counted down as the ball dropped in Times Square. Magnus gave Alec a heated kiss as the first moment of the New Year came in, and Isabelle even pecked Jace on the cheek.

The four of them stayed at the apartment drinking, talking, singing, laughing, and making far more noise than a group of four would reasonably be expected to.

"I just wanna be myself and I want you to love me for who I am…" Alec muttered sleepily into the couch several hours later.

"Alright, I think when Alec starts singing Gaga of his own free will that's our cue to head back to the Institute." Jace declared, stretching as he got up from the loveseat.

"Yeah, I guess so." Isabelle agreed. "I've never seen Alec hung-over," she added to the warlock. "You have to record that for me in the morning."

Magnus grinned. "I'll consider it. Now, everyone who does not have a toothbrush in this apartment, leave."

"Are we going to go have sex?" Alec asked sleepily as Magnus guided him to the bedroom after the other Shadowhunters had left.

Magnus chuckled at his boyfriend. "No, because you're drunk. If I've learned one thing in nearly 900 years it's that drunken sex never leads to anything good."

Alec laid his head on the warlock's shoulder and didn't say anything else. Magnus thought Alec had fallen asleep as he placed him onto the bed until Alec turned slightly and wrapped his fingers around Magnus' wrist.

"Magnus," Alec mumbled.

"Yes, love?"

"You're not going to leave me, are you?" Alec asked, his forehead creasing in worry.

"Of course not. I don't think I could even if I wanted to, which I'm never going to. Why would you even ask that, Alexander?" Magnus told him, concerned about where the blunt question came from.

"Because Camille's pretty, and I'm so boring," Alec said, disgruntled. "And she's immortal. I saw the way she looked at you. She wants you back. I'm going to be old and wrinkly, or dead, in thirty years, and she'll still be there, and pretty, and want to get back with you."

The warlock knelt down in front of the bed, putting a hand underneath Alec's chin gently, making the Shadowhunter look him in the eye. "Alexander," he said, "I don't care that you won't remember this in the morning, because I'll tell you this however many times you need to hear it for however long I get to have you. I'm not going anywhere, and I'm certainly not leaving you. Yes, Camille is very pretty, but in thirty years you will still be the most beautiful thing in my world. I will love you even more then than I do now, though I don't know how that's possible. Camille is nothing but a very pretty, and very empty shell. There is so much light and hope and love inside of you that Camille could never even imagine. There is no one else in the world that could compare to you for me, Alexander."

"Okay." Alec said easily, smiling as his flushed cheek landed in Magnus' palm. "But what about… Wolfey Todd, or whatever his name was?"

"Who?" Magnus asked, shaking his head a bit.

"The Praetor Lupus guy… you said you knew him and I asked if you slept with him, too, and you never told me."

Magnus sighed. "Woolsey Scott. And it doesn't matter, Alexander. Like I said, there's no comparison…"

"I know." Alec insisted stubbornly, "I just want to know. Whether you slept with him or not."

"If I answer your question will you go to sleep and then never remember what I tell you after the enormous hangover awaiting you tomorrow morning?" Magnus asked. The Shadowhunter nodded into his boyfriend's hand. "Yes, I slept with Woolsey Scott. He was a friend and I just needed a… distraction after Camille left." Magnus felt a second, resigned nod from Alec. "Why the sudden urge to know about Woolsey and Camille?"

Magnus thought again that Alec may have fallen asleep it was so long before he answered. "Because… well, because I feel like I've gotten a lot more comfortable with myself, but I still… think I'm this stupid little boy who's always just drifting around that no one pays attention to. But I thought I was doing a lot better. And it scares me that I still let everyone down by not believing in myself. Because I don't sometimes."

The warlock put his arms around his boyfriend to hold him close for a moment. "There's light and dark inside everyone, Alexander. Fears and doubts are part of existence. They'll always be there, it doesn't mean that you've let anyone down. I for one couldn't be more proud of you. You just can't let the fears and doubts become all of you, because you are so much more than that."

Alec looked up at his boyfriend with large cerulean puppy-dog eyes. "Even when I have to leave at four in the morning to go on a hunt with Jace and Izzy and I come back all muddy and gross?"

Magnus laughed. "Even then."

"Even when…" Alec began before the warlock cut him off by placing a finger to his lips.

"Always. Every infuriating idiosyncrasy just makes me fall more in love with you."

A smile finally reached across the Nephilim's face and into his eyes.

"And…" the warlock continued, tracing patterns on Alec's cheeks with his fingers, "you do the same for me. It's not as if I'm immune to those same fears and doubts. I certainly have my fair share of exasperating quirks. Luckily I have an incredible boyfriend who loves me despite them, though."

Alec's eyebrows rose. "Really? Who is he?" he asked jokingly.

"I'll give you a hint." Magnus said, smiling as he kissed Alec sweetly but for a very long moment. "He has these amazing blue eyes." Magnus said, dotting the Shadowhunter's eyelids each with a kiss. "And black hair that never stays in place but somehow manages to look sexy." He placed a kiss on top of Alec's head. "Did I ever tell you that's my favourite combination?"

"What is?" Alec asked.

"Black hair and blue eyes." The warlock replied.

"Mm…" Alec answered noncommittally, resting his head on his boyfriend's chest. They stayed there in contended silence for a while before Magnus unbuttoned his vest and shirt and climbed in the other side of the bed, placing an arm around his Shadowhunter.

"You were wrong, by the way." Alec murmured, snuggled once more into Magnus' chest.

"Hm? About what?" Magnus asked, slightly startled.

"I don't love you despite your crazy, annoying habits. I love you because of them."

Magnus smiled. "How did I end up with someone as perfect as you, Alexander?"

"I'dunno…" Alec slurred, almost asleep.

"Good night, love." Magnus chuckled.

"G'night Mag. I love you."