A/N: Hello dear Shadowhunter/Downworlder. Welcome to the final and last installment of 'Wake Up'. I am so proud of this story, it is the best thing that I have ever written, and I really hope that you like it as much as I did. So without further ado, the last chapter. I'll see you at the bottom.

"Magnus." It was Isabelle who first spoke out of all of them. She put a cool hand on his hunched shoulder, a kind and comforting gesture. But Magnus just didn't feel comforted, not without Alec by his side. "I'm sorry." He knew that she was, and if it was stranger who said that, like Ragnor Fell, he would have scoffed, because they didn't know what it felt like, to lose a loved one.

"That self-centered bastard," Commented Jace from the corner. "by the angel it'll hurt when he's gone." Magnus knew he meant his Parabatai rune. He didn't have the strength or the will power to move anymore. His shoulders were bent forward in a manner that suggested he didn't care what would happen to him, and that would be correct. Magnus's black hair hung down over his eyes, not a sliver of glitter in sight in the dark mass. He held Alec's pale hand, moving his thumb over a part of his wrist in a circular manner.

"Jace," Clary scolded. She held Henry in her arms. But even she didn't have the voice to really tell her husband off. No one did.

It will be alright, Magnus told himself. You've lost people before you'll do it again. Besides, did you really think that Alexander would be with you forever? A bitter voice inside his head took control, and Magnus knew his inner self was right. You would have lost him anyways. Better sooner than later.

A knock on the door signaled the person coming in to do the execution, as Magnus liked to call it. They weren't actually going to kill Alec, but they were taking away the life that he'd known since birth. They were going to first use the method that the Silent Brothers taught them to revive the young shadowhunter, and then they were going to strip him of his marks. It all seemed very unfair, Alec had done nothing wrong, yet he was going to become a boring Mundane. Fate had a way of saying 'Your life is too perfect, let's destroy it.' in a mean and cruel way.

"Go away!"Magnus shouted with rage at the door, but he never moved his would ignore the Warlock and walk in, the cat eyed man knew, and he wouldn't do anything about it.

Magnus hated himself. He wanted to grab a knife and stab himself in the heart. He had failed Alec. He had failed everyone. Maybe if he would have taken the silent brothers offer, it wouldn't be this way. Again and again in his mind, he cried I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Alexander. I'm sorry. And he was. Alec would never get to fight demons again, never get to see the institute again, never do all the things that he should have done in his long and glorious Shadowhunting life. And it was all Magnus's fault.

"Magnus, give it up." Said Isabelle, who sounded close to tears.

The door opened and two hooded figures walked in. One with the parchment robes of a silent brother, and the other a black cloak of a shadowhunter. Magnus didn't care who they were, he thought it hadn't mattered to learn the names of the people who were basically going to murder his fiancee. Ex-Fiancee. Magnus corrected himself. After Alec was a ordinary Mundane, Magnus couldn't marry him, no matter how many laws he would be willing to break to do so.

"It is time." Announced the shadowhunter.

Then a miracle happened. Alexander screamed his head off. Not a horror kind of scream, but the kind that you go from falling a long ways unexpectedly. A scream that made everyone jump up 5 feet in the air, especially Magnus, who widened his gold-green cat eyes in surprise and shock. He stared at Alec, never more alert in his life, waiting for his eyes to open. And when they did, Magnus jumped on top of his Alexander in a very possessive hug. He pulled Alec into a sitting position, never letting go of him.

"You stupid Nephilim!" Magnus said, a mixture of relief, joy, and anger. He crushed Alec's body to his, swaying left and right. The younger boys heart beat strongly, not the slow and sickly thump it had had moments before. After a moment, he felt Alec's arms slide around him, hugging him back. "Don't you ever scare me like that again, Alexander Lightwood, do you hear me?" He squeezed his Alexander closer to him, as if that they somehow could become one.

"Loud and clear, Magnus dear." Said Alec in a strained voice. Magnus released him, realizing that he had been suffocating him, which wasn't a good idea since he'd just got him back. Alec however, hugged Magnus, not the fierce kind moments before, but a warm embrace, a comforting embrace. Magnus put his head into the crook of the Shadowhunters shoulder, breathing in the scent of him, the scent he had been denied for so long. Alec was like a highly addictive drug to him, and if he couldn't have him, he'd slowly wither and die.

"Thats good." Sighed Magnus, tears of happiness and joy leaking from his glistening cat eyes. "But I still don't trust you so you will be in my sight at all times." He was amazed at how well Alec's body fit with his, and how well his body fit with Alexander's. They were like puzzle pieces, and if they were taken away from each other, there would be no other match.

"Ok. I can live with that." Alec agreed, his eyes shut tight. Magnus again, was the first to let go, but not out of fear that he was harming the other. He turned to the robed figures on the side of the bed. His gold-green cat eyes narrowed.

"You may go now. Your services are longer required seeing as he is already awake." Magnus said curtly, his head turning only for a fraction of a second, but then was drawn to Alec again.

"But it is against the law for a shadowhunter to be gay." One of them said, The Warlock didn't care who said that statement, but he was going to fight back. His head snapped back at the two men a murderous glint in his eyes.

"Yeah. You know what else is illegal? A downworlder killing a shadowhunter. But I'll do it. I swear on Chairman and Alec's life I will." Magnus snarled, freeing his hands from Alec and setting his hands ablaze with his signature blue sparks of death and magic.

With a frightened nod, the two men hurried from the room, muttering their names and goodbye. In a split second, they were gone through a portal, leaving five Lightwoods (Or two Lightwoods and three Herondales, if you prefer) and a Bane in the New York loft.

Isabelle, Jace, and Clary were all staring at Alec with dumbfounded expressions. They couldn't speak, so it was up to Magnus to break the awkward silence that had been bridged between the families.

"Is that my nephew?" He asked, his eyes returning to normal. When people didn't listen to the High Warlock of Brooklyn, bad things happened and his eyes got mean and they said 'I will kill you with glitter'. Clary held a bundle of blankets in her arms.

"Yes. Would you like to hold him?" She asked. Magnus turned to Alec, raising his eyebrows, and in turn, Alec nodded, unsure at first, but more confident towards the end. Clary walked over and handed the child to the Warlock and the Shadowhunter.

Indeed, Henry did look like his mother. But he had the flawless face of his father, plus Magnus could see the pale star shaped scar that every Herondale boy got. Magnus let Alec hold the child. Henry promptly smiled and grabbed his Uncle's hair. "Well," Alec grunted, untangling the chubby fist from his raven hair. "He's a shadowhunter, no doubt about it." Henry had managed to rip out a sizable chunk of black from his head. Alec handed the baby back to Magnus, rubbing the spot on his head where Henry had yanked hard,

"No covering him in glitter." Said Jace, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You can't expect us not to spoil our nephew, can you?" Magnus asked, handing the baby to his father. Henry giggled and then went silent, probably tired from the days excitement of meeting his Uncles for the first time. Magnus hoped that soon Henry would have a cousin or two, but that conversation would have to be put off until later.

"Oh I expect him to be a greedy spoon-fed, self-indulged little boy by the time he is three." Jace said, looking at his son. Magnus may not have liked Jace all that much, but he could tell that he was going to be a good father to Henry, the kind of father that Magnus himself would want. "But no glitter, Bane." The Warlock nodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He didn't say any feathers or sequins or pink. There was still a way to make Henry as fashionable as he was.

The night grew colder and frositer, warning that snow was about to come. It seemed Jack Frost had already paid his visit tonight, for the windows were covered in icy flakes that you could scrape off with your fingernails and make pictures. But it was warm in the loft, and that was good, because one hundred years ago in this weather indoors, you could see puffs of breath emitting from your mouth. Winter was Magnus's favorite season.

"If he is anything like the Henry I met, don't let him around fire." Alec said, smiling, remembering a not so distant memory.

"Henry?" Isabelle asked. "As in Henry Branwell that invented the sensor?"

"The very same." Her brother grinned. Magnus remembered him. He was the one who helped him make a portal to save one Theresa Grey, one that he was still in touch with today. She was an odd Warlock, lacking a mark. But her shape-shifting made up for that.

"What did you do while you were unconscious, Alec?" His sister questioned.

"That is an excellent question. But it is much too late to tell. That story will be saved for a better time and a better place." Alec said.

Magnus yawned, which sparked a chain reaction from everyone. His eyelids were drooping and he could barely keep upright. But he had too. He wanted to talk to Alec about everything and anything. Knowing now how precious his little shadowhunter was to him, Magnus would spend his every waking moment with his fiancee.

"Well," Isabelle said, getting up and stretching. "I think we should leave or else we'll be snowed in." She gestured to the window Magnus had looked at just a moment before. Indeed, snow had started to fall heavily from the sky. A bad blizzard was on its way, and the Warlock would rather not have guests in his house tonight. He wanted to be alone with his Alexander. Henry cried out, protesting leaving, though he didn't know what was going on at the moment, he was probably just hungry or needed changing. Clary laughed and mumbled something to her son, smiling. Jace wrapped a muscular arm around his wife, and Magnus couldn't help but notice how much more he had than Alec. Compared to Jace, the Shadowhunter was like a twig.

Isabelle, Jace, and Clary walked out the apartment laughing and talking as they did so, finally happy. Magnus smiled tiredly, looking at his favorite blue-eyed Shadowhunter. Alec wrapped his arms around Magnus, drawing him closer. The Warlock let his head settle in the younger man's strong shoulder, and his head fit there perfectly, as if they were made for each other.

"I don't want to know what those men were going to do to me." Alec said, breaking the heavenly silence that had surrounded them like the way a piece of silk covers and old and priceless possession. Magnus nodded, shutting his eyes. He was so tired, and even though he didn't want to, he was drifting off. He clung on to Alec, telling himself that he couldn't yet sleep. They had so much to talk about. "But I do want to know why you had given up hope on me coming back,"

Magus half opened his eyelids, which felt like lead. He was staring into the blue of Alec's eyes. They were clear and pure and beautiful, just like the man they were connected too. He smiled wearily, and he wanted to sit up, but his body would not obey him, it just stayed perfectly still as if it were an inanimate object like a rock that gets weathered away by the waves of a violent beach.

"I never thought that." Magnus said quietly, trying as hard as he could to keep his eyes open.

"Don't lie." Alec said, moving a lock of hair from the Warlock's face. It was a tender caress. His voice lacked the sharpness that it gained when he was scolding him, and now it was full of sorrow and pity like a bird trapped in a cage its entire life. "I hate lying, especially when you do it."

After Magnus yawned, he spoke his explanation. "I hadn't at first. I thought that what you drank was a very heavy sleeping potion, and you'd be up the next morning. But you showed no signs of coming back to me. None whatsoever. Then Isabelle and Jace came, they knew you were not possibly going to come back, and after a while, I believed them. I'm sorry, Alexander." Magnus whispered sleepily, feeling the tendrils of lethargy pull him down under. He struggled against them, not caring what effects sleeplessness would have on his already tired body.

Alec sighed, and gently planted a kiss on Magnus's forehead. "I forgave you a long time ago." He said. "But never doubt me. I will always come back to you, no matter the costs." Magnus closed his eyes for the last time, barely nodding at Alec's response. With the last ounce of his reserved strength, he wrapped his arms around Alec's strong biceps, and his legs choked Alec's legs like vines. He couldn't fight sleep any longer, and so he let himself drift away. Knowing Alec was there, his heart beating strongly, was like a security blanket for him.

"I love you." Magnus whispered, not even sure that he said it loud enough for Alec to hear. He was sure that his boyfriend said something back, but it was subdued and muffled, and Magnus couldn't pick out words from the voice that comforted him.

This was real. This was not a comedy. This was reality. And for once in his long life, Magnus was glad that it was.

A/N: *claps* I don't know about you, but I loved it. I'd like to thank Cassie Clare for making this wonderful series, and my brain for coming up with such a brilliant plot. I'm planning on doing a one-shot with Magnus/Alec where our favorite Warlock has night terrors. Also, if I did a sequel of this would you guys read it? Or should I just leave this alone as it is. If I did write a sequel, I don't know when I would start because I'm starting High School in about a week and a half.

Ave Atque Vale,

Wicked.