It had been months since he had seen him. Each day seemed like he was closer to death than he already was. Alec Lightwood, with his ink black hair which he had run his hand through as he paced the murky abandoned train station, wondered if Magnus would actually show. He had not called upon the High Warlock of Brooklyn in those months while he had faced many other inner demons along the way. Alec had felt like this had happened many times before. Why did it feel this way? That he had come into this very place, to only pace back and forth, wondering if Magnus would show. Alec had come to this very spot, where Magnus said they would be no more. The place where he felt his heart pounding each and every time he waited for the cursed two hours. He had, this one very time, decided to reach out to his former boyfriend. To hope that he was going to show was ludicrous, but he had to have faith no?

Alec, being a Shadowhunter, was supposed to have tons of it didn't he? The questions buzzing in his mind was driving him mad. He had been thinking so much that it had caused even his mother and father to worry about him. They were ones who never paid attention to what he did, but Isabelle, his baby sister had been the one to pick up more than anyone that he was upset. Alec had spent more time in the training room. He had been working harder to be just as good as Jace. While Jace practiced at his normal pace with Clary, teaching her to be a Shadowhunter, he worked on his own. He wanted to be just drowning out his worries in all of the weaponry. When a case had sprung up, a demonic sighting, Alec was the first one there. What could he do otherwise? If he didn't keep himself busy, the thoughts of Magnus leaving him were the last thoughts that lingered in his mind.

Alec stopped his pacing finally. Gripping his stele from his pocket, he heard footsteps. Surely there was no way Magnus had decided to appear. There was even the fact that Camille was dead, so this wasn't her hideout any longer. Alec let his body slip into the shadows , waiting like a cat to see what prey was to appear before him.

Glancing slightly behind the wall he hid behind, he could see the figure come down the steps. A hooded figure, who was slender, but slightly built at the same time. There was something else that Alec could tell was familiar about this…person. The figure pulled its hood back, and Alec dropped his stele in surprise.

It was Magnus.

The man's jet black hair was spiked in random places, his cat eyes blazing as it scanned the area. Alec didn't know what to do. The sound of the stele dropping created an echo that made Magnus create a blue flaming ball in his hands. Clearly Magnus didn't expect anyone down here either.

"Alec?" Magnus asked as the warlock squinted his eyes to look further into the darkness.

Alec thought about stepping back and not letting him see him, but he couldn't help but take that step forward, the moonlight shedding light to his features.

The weakness of Magnus' being clear as Alec looked to the warlock, who stood, almost letting a smile curl onto his face as he saw those blue eyes shining back at him. He looked so much like his great grandmother. The sister to Will Herondale. Magnus thought of them often when he was with Alec and his crew of miscreants, but Alec was different than all of them; so pure, so innocent. It made Magnus want to embrace him already.

Alec watched Magnus once more as they started the speech that seemed all so familiar, yet not at the same time.

"I miss you." Alec blurted, his mind smacking him for such a blunt statement.

"I miss you too, Alec." Magnus replied, "But that doesn't change what you tried to do." Magnus added, referring to when Alec tried to find a way for Magnus to lose his immortality.

"I know I messed up Magnus. But people make mistakes! I want you, I want you forever and always. It is weird, I thought I wouldn't want someone other than Jace, but you proved to me that I can love someone more than anything possible. Yes, he's my parabatai, but that doesn't change love. Love is what I want from you. All I want to give you. I don't care if I just live my life with you and that's it. These months have been torture. Spending each breath without you, that's taking away the time I have with you. Please…please forgive me." Alec pleaded. He had never spoken so honestly before. The oldest Lightwood was normally introverted and didn't say anything. But now, he wanted Magnus to know his whole heart. He wanted Magnus to never question his intentions ever again.

"It's not that simple Alexander," Magnus said, looking to the ground.

Alec wouldn't accept that. Walking up to Magnus, he kissed him hard. Letting his hands grip the back of his head, pulling him closer. The heat between them intensified as Magnus pushed into the kiss as well. It seemed like hours, the taste, the smell, all the lost senses the two had once had came back like no time had passed. Once he parted, Alec let his eyes open to stare into Magnus' cat-like ones.

Magnus parted his mouth, breath raspy and short, staring to speak. "I—"

Alec leapt up from his bed. The dream always ended like that. Looking to his bed, it was soaked with sweat, again like every night. Alec had this dream every night since his parting from Magnus. It was torture, but somehow he felt comforted by the fact that Magnus never left him. He wished he knew how, but those dreams were always so vivid, he didn't know how it was possible. Alec slipped out of his bed and walked toward his bathroom, bare torso and went to shower the sweat away.

Magnus opened his eyes slowly from his own bed. The spell was always so draining, but he needed to see Alec. The only way to see one another was through that dream. He got to feel Alec's lips once more. Every night he was able to get to feel Alec's touch. The projection into his dream was only temporary, and he knew that it caused Alec pain, but he wished he could just escape the idea that Alec was doing this to him. In hopes that they could one day reunite, Magnus had to only settle for this spell…to see him in his dreams.