ALEC

I fumbled with my keys for a moment before opening the door to the loft. It had already been an exhausting day of demon hunting and I was ready to crawl into bed and fall asleep.

When I opened the door I was met with darkness. The light from the hallway I had just walked from cast a small shadow of light into the room.

"Magnus?" I called out. I waited for a reply, but no sound was made. I pulled out my Seraph Blade. I was not about to risk being attacked unprepared... especially if Magnus needed me. "What if he was taken. Or worse–" I sent the thought out of my mind before I could finish it instantly. I needed to be focused.

I left the door open and took a few steps into the loft. I heard a small noise from the bedroom, so I made my way there cautiously.

I wrapped my hand around the cool metal handle of the door and quietly turned it.

I was finally in the bedroom and I was just about to turn on the light when I heard a cough. Fear raced through my mind and I couldn't see anything. "Is it Magnus? Is he hurt?" I thought to myself. I reached for the light again, but this time I heard a small sneeze come from the bed.

A small smile crept onto my lips. It was still incredibly hard to see, but I managed to stumble over to the lamp and turn it on. My smile grew even bigger when I saw Magnus fast asleep buried under what looked like fifteen blankets.

I stared at him with a smile and I tried my best not to laugh. It was definitely not something you saw everyday from the High Warlock of Brooklyn.

A small chuckle escaped my lips by accident and he began to move around slowly waking up. "Alec?" He mumbled quietly. His two cat-like eyes opened and were staring right at me. He coughed once, then twice, and then about three more times after that.

"Are you....?" He cut me off before I could ask. "No!" He half yelled. His voice sounded scratchy like he had been yelling for an hour straight. I leaned against the wall and just stared at him with a smile on my face. I knew he would rack at any moment.

Sure enough he did and he sneeze about three more times. I chuckled again and he glared at me weakly. "What are you laughing at?" He asked me. I laughed again. "You're sick." I replied.

"I am no such thing." He fired back. I knew he was trying to be angry, but it wasn't working. "Ill be right back." I told him. He grimaced, but I left anyway.

I walked to the kitchen and made some soup quickly. When it was finished I walked back into the room. "Here." I said to him while handing the bowl over.

"No." He said while turning his head away from the bowl. "Why not?" I asked. A small smile played at my lips. "Because you are a Lightwood and I do not trust Lightwood cooking. I dont want to get even more sick than I already am." He explained.

"So, you're telling me that you just admitted to being sick?" I asked him not hiding the smile anymore. I pushed the soup closer to him. "Just try it." I said. He groaned in annoyance and unwillingly took a bite. One bite turned into three, and before I could blink it was all gone.

"I take back what I said. I dont trust any Lightwood to cook for me other than you." I chuckled. "Jace technically isn't a Lightwood." I told him. He gave me a serious look.

"Did he spend most of his life with the Lightwood's?" He asked. "Yeah." I said. "Then he is considered a Lightwood to me. Therefore I do not trust him."

I laughed, but before I could say anything else, he had fallen asleep once again. I smiled and crawled on top of the bed. I would have rather been cold, than have fifteen blankets on top of me. I chuckled at the thought and fell sleep.