Due to the fact that I am weak, and I love you-and Malec-oh so much, I have decided to do one last FINAL chapter.

I agree that the last one really did suck as an ending, so here ya go... Hopefully this is more satisfying. However, if you complain, I don't care! I'm finished with this fanfic and moving on!

But yeah, thanks to everyone who reviewed, I love you all so much! It makes me so happy to know my time isn't being wasted on a story no one will read!

-NinjaKitten signing off.


"Would you two stop bickering?" Isabelle was glaring at Alec and Jace as they frowned at each other; well, Alec frowned, Jace, however, seemed to be enjoying fighting with Alec. It was as if they were fifteen again, though Alec was now much better at fighting back.

Clary and Isabelle had been talking about girl nonsense (Alec had always found them a strange combination with Isabelle's strike quick and deadly attitude, and Clary's shy stubbornness) while Alec and Jace argued over which weapon best worked against a Drevaak demon. Their voices quickly escalated and Isabelle and Clary shot them dirty looks, obviously pausing in their conversation about how hot some guy was on some show.

Jace, sitting back with a large grin. "We are having a heated discussion Isabelle," Jace corrected her before adding-as if he couldn't help himself, "I understand that that is difficult for you to grasp since we didn't mention anything about how hot Bill Kaulitz is." By the end, Jace's voice had jumped several voices in a pitiful excuse of a girl's.

Isabelle, deciding that Jace wasn't worth it, turned back to Clary, her eyes instantly brightening. Alec sighed, looking up at the roof. 'Why did I not realize before that they are all such children?' Alec thought back to when he'd lived in the institute (not too long ago) and been fairly passive over his family's conversations. However, lately, he couldn't help but find them immature and shallow.

Perhaps that was because he now lived with an 800 year old Warlock… As Jace were reading Alec's mind, he asked, "When's Bane coming?" Jace's eyes darkened slightly, though, as he asked; ever since Jace's possession, he hadn't seemed to be able to look Magnus in the face, and he hadn't said a sarcastic word to him even once. Alec would have found it nice, had Jace's attitude not been a constant reminder to the events that had happened then.

Shrugging, Alec looked away. Magnus was with the same werewolf whom had staged his own death to be with his vampire lover. Alec couldn't help but smile whenever he heard of the doomed couple; maybe it was because he no longer considered them doomed. No, Alec had become quite a bit more optimistic to the power of love when he'd opened up to it himself.

"Hello all!" A booming voice rattled through the room. Seconds later Magnus entered the institute room and Alec jumped up with a warm smile. He ignored as Jace muttered, "I think we said his name too many times." Twining his arms around Magnus's neck, he kissed the warlock lightly on the cheek, then his lips. It was a sweet kiss, but Alec still pulled away blushing; especially when Isabelle began wolf whistling. "How has your day been, love?" Magnus asked with a sultry smile.

Alec shrugged; his day had been all around uneventful. He'd joined the three with training, though that had ended quickly when Jace and Clary had become fairly inappropriate. Isabelle and Alec had then watched some movies before she left. Alec, then left alone, had gone training by himself-in a separate room that he'd left Jace and Clary in of course. He had gone through the day looking forward to Magnus's return. "Didn't do much." Alec caught Magnus wince, though the warlock seemed to be trying to hide it, and he asked worriedly, "Are you alright?" His hands moved to cup the warlock's face as he watched him with wide eyes.

Smiling reassuringly, Magnus shrugged nonchalantly, though the pain was still in his eyes. "It's just the damned hallowed ground. The half demon of me doesn't exactly mix well with churches." Alec instantly felt guilty for asking Magnus to meet him at the institute instead of their house as usual. Obviously catching Alec's remorseful expression, he shook his head. "I'm fine, I just feel slightly uncomfortable. It's nothing compared to how I've felt all day being apart from you." The flirtatious smile was back as Magnus leaned down to meet Alec's lips hungrily. He pulled Alec closer and smiled against the shadowhunter's lips. "I've missed you."

Something hit Alec in the back of the head, causing him to gasp. Magnus, obviously not noticing, took this as an invitation and slipped his tongue into Alec's mouth. The shadowhunter's cheeks flared with embarrassment and another object-noticeably larger-hit him. Pulling away, Alec turned to glare at Jace, whom had his arm raised, his other shoe in his hand as if he was preparing to throw it next. "Stop doing that!" Alec said through clenched teeth.

Magnus looked disheartened. "Oh dang it, I'd hoped that you were becoming more comfortable with some PDA." Alec's look of shock had Isabelle basically rolling on the ground.


The five had spent a few more hours together. Jace was polite to Magnus, attempting to act casual. Magnus, however, was doing his best to merely ignore Jace. Alec knew that this was for the best, for if Magnus replied, it would most likely be something Magnus would regret later. Scratch that, it would be something Magnus would be proud of later-even worse. This would cause Jace's ego to flare up, then Magnus's, and an all-out ego-duel would ensue.

There was just not enough space for their two big heads sometimes.

Alec knew the Magnus was trying to get over his remaining anger with Jace; though he doubted that Magnus would ever truly forgive Jace, he was hoping that he could at least come to terms with it, and give Jace the benefit of the doubt. This had yet to happen, but Alec could always hope.

Jace, of course, had yet to forgive himself.

Everything was fairly normal, however. Maryse was head of the institute, and they had many new tutors and trainers. Jace enjoyed giving them a hard time, and Clary had begun learning more about runes; she seemed to becoming more and more skilled with them. Isabelle was flirting outrageously with one of the tutors-though he was much too old and had gotten a "I'm going to kill you" speech from Alec when he'd "harmlessly" returns Isabelle's flirts; however, Isabelle seemed to still be going strong with Simon. Alec was over his brotherly protection from keeping his sister away from the vampire. He seemed to be good for her at the very least.

Jace and Clary were, of course, disgustingly in love. After a few months, she moved into the Institute, her mother and Luke often visiting.

Alec and Magnus, however, had reached an impasse.


"Didn't you say that we would talk about this eventually?" Alec asked, frowning at his boyfriend as he changed into clothes. Alec remained stubbornly in the bed.

Magnus had been planning a romantic vacation with Alec for their six month anniversary, but the celebration of time passing only brought Alec darkened thoughts. Magnus seemed frustrated, though he tried not to show it by using sarcasm. "Exactly Alexander, eventually. As in, maybe not in the present, but sometime in the future."

"You said that four months ago," Alec pointed out as he crossed his arms. Magnus, sighing, sat back down on the bed when it became obviously that Alec was not getting up. "Alec, dear, I know why you're upset, but I don't think this is a good idea. What you're asking for is something that you can never take back." With an attempt at humour, he added. "It's like tattooing your entire body on a whim, then realizing that you look like an idiot tattooed as Nightcrawler from 'The X-men'. His humour was not received very well.

"I just want to know, Magnus. I want to at least know there's a chance." Alec remained as stubborn as ever, and Magnus conceded defeat.

"Yes Alec, I didn't just want the grey book for its general power, or to save Clary's mother." Magnus paused, taking a breath as if to stabilize himself. "I was looking for something more specific." Alec seemed to get more impatient with every word Magnus spoke, watching him with insistent eyes. "I was looking for a spell that created immortality."

Though Alec had been expecting, hoping, for this answer, he still sucked in a shocked breath. Magnus flinched, but continued. "I found one… But Alec, you must realize that I couldn't do this to you. Not only do I not know the certainty of the outcome of this spell, but you don't realize the consequences living forever." Magnus's eyes told of an old wisdom, and Alec suddenly felt very young and ignorant.

It was true, Alec wasn't sure what he wanted. He knew that he wanted Magnus, and that he could never lose him, but was he willing to outlive his friends, his family? Could he really watch them age and die, watch their children age and die as he never grew older? He looked up at Magnus with confused eyes, "How did you stand it?"

A dark humour spread across Magnus's expressing. "Well, it gets easier as the decades pass. Of course it's much easier when you had no one to care for in the first place." There was a long lived pain in Magnus that Alec couldn't help but notice. He reached across the bed for Magnus's hand, it was unresponsive. Magnus seemed miles away as he stared out the window. He continued talking, though Alec didn't think Magnus was talking to him. "I didn't have a family, I didn't have friends. I had short bouts of romance that ended in tragedy, death, or the end of a drunken night. I could never imagine having to say goodbye to parents who loved you and cared for you their entire life, or a brother and sister who would die for you." Magnus's eyes finally met with Alec's, and he seemed to only now be realizing what he was saying. "And that, my dear, is why I wouldn't even consider asking someone to do this. Not just for me." Magnus's eyes closed. "I searched for a spell to rid my immortality, but there is not such one where the warlock survived. I swear, Alec, I would for you."

Alec moved closer to Magnus. He watched him timidly; the atmosphere in the room was tense and fragile, as if one wrong word would crack the room in two. "Magnus, there is nothing I would not do for you. I could never imagine having you leave me," he stated truthfully. Alec had never been so honest and intense before, and this caught Magnus's attention despite his own dark mood. "I would never ask you to have to watch me die. I already know that I will have to be watch my parents die, every shadowhunter excepts that, as with my siblings." Alec moved even closer to Magnus, their forheads touching. "And yet, I could never imagine letting you slip away from me."

There was a question in Magnus's eyes that Alec didn't hesitate a second to answer, "Yes Magnus."

The warlock seemed almost in a daze. He pulled away, eyes wide before he suddenly attacked the younger boy. Hot kisses trailed down Alec's neck and he grabbed at the sheets with clenched hands. "Yes, Yes, Magnus," He repeated over and over.
Alec knew that he could never be without Magnus, and that, Magnus in turn, could never be without Alec. Magnus had been through so many lovers, but Alec considered what they had so much more. There was no way in describing what was between the two, just as there was no way to describe how the warlock was making Alec feel as he bit his sensitive skin gently.

"It's official," Alec murmured breathlessly as Magnus's hands trailed under his shirt. "You're stuck with me now."


DONE DONE DONE!
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