Malec one shots

Migrane

Slight Sad and suicidal trigger warning

I-I-I I've got a migraine

"Alexander, can you please calm down I'm trying concentrate on my work!"
His piercing blue eyes stared into my cat-like eyes.

And my pain will range from up, down, and sideways

I sighed and continued to work on the paperwork in front of me. Alec came over to me and set his head on my lap, his tussled raven hair going all over my lap

Thank God it's Friday cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays
'Cause Sundays are my suicide days

I smile softy and pet his head. I pull the sleeve of my sweater farther down to hide the scars on my wrist. He doesn't need to know what I do when I'm alone.

I don't know why they always seem so dismal
Thunderstorms, clouds, snow and a slight drizzle

A loud thunder crash awoken the young boy from his drifting off. He immediately ran to the window to watch the thunderstorm.

Whether it's the weather or the ledges by my bed
Sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head

"Papa, Dad came to talk to us again." Alec exclaimed. I miss him. On stormy days like this we would watch the storm and say that Alexander's trying to send us a message.

Let it be said what the headache represents

Alec was never afraid of thunderstorms after that. In fact, he loves them.

It's me defending in suspense
It's me suspended in a defenseless test
Being tested by a ruthless examiner

We adopted Alexander Jonathan Lightwood-Bane about two years before Alexander's death. Alec was a warlock child found abandoned and alone so we took him in. We named him after Alexander because of their resemblance, except for the gills on Alec's neck.

That's represented best by my depressing thoughts

The night Alexander died was the hardest for me. Especially since I had to tell our 5 year old child that his father was gone. But I told him he was only taking a long nap.

I do not have writer's block my writer just hates the clock

The paperwork sprawled over my desk doesn't seem that important anymore. I stand up and make my way over to the giant glass window to join my son.

It will not let me sleep I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead
And sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head

Lighting crashes down on the streets of Brooklyn. The only noise heard was the clapping of thunder from the sky. "What's he saying Papa?"

Am I the only one I know
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat
Shadows will scream that I'm alone

I stand quiet for a while. I close my eyes and the sound of the thunder makes me forget that he's really gone. I look out the window and crack a smile.

But I know, we've made it this far, kid

"What is it?" He questions with anticipation. I kneel down to him. I sweep his long black hair out of his eyes and kiss his forehead. "He said that he'll forever love and miss you."

Not doing the whole song I was but I like this stopping point instead. More song fics on the way