A/N: Hello! So I know the name says AlecCole, but she is currently on "sick leave" and I (that's me) have taken over. I have yet to come up with a fancy screen name so for now I shall be "TheOtherOne" ;) **think of it as we are sharing the same account only I manage it and the real AlecCole does all the actual writing** This is HER writing and NOT MINE. AlecCole's story, I am just posting what she has already written while she is gone. Let me know how this goes so I can relay please and it would be very appreciated! :) Thanks!

This is just a short little bit, but I hope you enjoy it!

(Next chapter will be posted very soon)

. Trauma .

. 1 .

As Alec finished readying himself for battle, Magnus stood watching the young Shadowhunter with worried eyes. He sighed and attempted for the thousandth time, "You don't have to go, you know. You owe them nothing."

Alec cast the warlock a sad sort of look and shook his head. "Mags, they're my family. You know I have to go."

"They threw you out!" Magnus screeched. He moved to his boyfriend's side and wrapped his arms protectively around the boy's waist, holding him close. "Stay. For me."

"Magnus…" Alec breathed as he nuzzled into the familiar crook of Magnus's neck and placed his hands on the warlock's firm, sturdy chest. "What about Izzy? What about Jace?"

"They are perfectly capable of taking care of themselves. They've proved it on numerous accounts," Magnus drawled as he leaned his forehead against Alec's. The last thing he needed was for Alexander to go run off back to that horrid Institute where his parents would scrutinize his every move and word. He'd worked so hard to make Alec more comfortable in his own skin and those bloody idiots would just push him back down into the shadow he used to be. Magnus wanted to keep Alec in his arms; he wanted to sleep soundly knowing that his Shadowhunter was at his side. He knew he was being spoiled these past few months, but that didn't make it any easier to let him go—even if it was just for the night. With Shadowhunters you never knew if they'd be coming home, you never knew if they'd ever walk through your doorway again.

Alec pushed against the warlock's chest lightly so he could look up into those green cat eyes. Alec hated the silent plea they gave him and winced. He took a deep breath, "I'm a Shadowhunter, Magnus. Just because my parents refuse me doesn't mean the Clave does…not yet anyways. I hunt demons. They didn't call me for a family reunion; they called me to do my job." Magnus looked away from him, but Alec took his face in his hands and gave him a small smile, "Hey. I'll be back tonight; it isn't like I'm leaving you forever."

The warlock couldn't help the smile on his lips. "And you'd better not ever leave me forever. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I lost you." The smile faded, "Promise me you'll be safe."

"I promise." He leaned up and touched their lips together making the warlock moan quietly in pleasure. But all too soon the Shadowhunter pulled away and when Magnus opened his eyes again he was already standing in the doorway, his bow and quiver on his back, giving him that smile that made his heart break. He gave a small wave and wrapped Magnus's tattered blue scarf around his neck as he walked out into the brisk New York street.

If only what Alec had said had been true. Neither of them, warlock or Shadowhunter, knew that Alexander wouldn't remember any of the words said. Not that night, not the last, and not even the man he loved.