It had been six weeks. Six weeks since Alec moved back into the Institute. Six weeks since he'd smiled or laughed. Six weeks since he watched the love of his life walk away.

Six weeks since he'd lost Magnus.

Even thinking his name hurt. Alec had barely left his room since it happened. He didn't even go to get his things. He'd made Izzy do it, without an explanation or so much as a word about it other than 'I need you to go get my stuff.' It just hurt too much to go back there.

Of course, Izzy and Jace both blamed Magnus for walking away, not giving him a chance to explain, blah, blah, blah. But the reality of the situation was, it was his fault. He was the one who went to Camille, he was the one who agreed to taking away Magnus' immortality- even if he had changed his mind about it- and he was the one who had ruined them. None of it was Magnus' fault.

And he had tried to tell them that but they weren't having any of it. They still said it wasn't his fault. They were seriously worse than golden retrievers sometimes, Jace especially.

Alec thought it was because he looked so much like one.

Alec had done his best not to call him, but he'd failed on quite a few occasions. There had been times that when he had called, Magnus answered. But he would hang up immediately, unable to bear the thought of Magnus yelling at him, telling him that he didn't want anything more to do with him.

Alec rubbed his hands over his face and sighed, looking out the window. His already baggy clothes were even baggier now, he had very dark black circles under his eyes and he was paler than normal. He'd heard Izzy telling Jace that he looked like a ghost. Not that any of that really mattered to him. Who did he have to impress or look nice for now? No one, that's who.

"Alec! Open this door right now or I'm going to break it down!" Jace yelled from the other side of the door. He was banging so hard on the dark wood that Alec had no doubt that he could break it down.

"Go away Jace!" Alec yelled back, his voice cracking. He just wanted to be alone to wallow in his misery. Was that too much to ask?

"No! You've been in there for six weeks! It's time this stopped!" Alec sighed as he rested his head against the window and closed his eyes. Jace would go away eventually. He always did.

Not five minutes later the pounding stopped and Alec sighed again. Finally, he was gone. He opened his eyes and glanced over at the door, chewing his lip.

Why did he not have a good feeling about this?

"I told you this door was coming down!" Jace screamed before the most deafening noise Alec had ever heard started. Oh by the Angel, what was he doing?

Before Alec could say anything, tell Jace to stop, he saw something break through the left side of his door and start moving across it. It took him a second to realize what was happening.

"Jace, have you lost your mind?! You can't chainsaw through my door!" He yelled as loudly as he could manage, jumping to his feet. He didn't know what he planned to do, it's not like he could actually stop a chainsaw, but he couldn't just sit there and watch Jace cut his door apart.

"The hell I can't!" Alec headr him call over the roar of the chainsaw. By now the entire bottom half of the door was gone, and Jace was working on carving an oval in the top so that he can walk through. Alec was  seriously tempted to grab something and throw it at him as soon as the remainder of the wood separating them was gone. There were loose daggers in his bedside table drawer....

But, sadly, before he could grab anything, the wood fell to the floor and Jace walked through, a triumphant look on that stupid face of his. "I gave you a chance to open it," he said, shrugging.

"I'm going to strangle you," Alec said through clenched teeth, hands balled into fists at his sides.

This was probably the most emotion he'd shown in over a month, but if emotion was what Jace had wanted this was definitely the wrong way to try and get it.

"Oh yeah, come and get me, Gideon." Oh that was it, Jace knew that Alec hated his middle name.

Jace dropped the chainsaw, smirked and then turned around, taking off down the hallway. He was a dead man walking. Well, running, but that didn't matter much. Alec quickly made chase. It wasn't hard to follow Jace, considering his hair made streaks of gold as he ran.

"You're so dead Jace!" Alec yelled, his voice a little more than breathless. How long had it been since he had trained? Or done any form of exercise really?

They made their way past a completely shocked Isabelle, and Alec forced his feet to carry him faster as he heard Jace laughing. Jace was laughing; at him! He didn't think Alec could catch him. Well screw that, Jace was going down.

Once Alec was close enough, he launched himself at Jace, wrapping his arms around Jace's neck and his legs around Jace's waist. They crashed down onto the floor and Alec tighten his hold on Jace, putting his face in between his Parabatai's shoulder blades.

"Son of a-" The rest of Jace's sentence was cut off by Alec putting his hand over his mouth and squeezing his nose between his thumb and pointer finger.

Maybe Alec wasn't technically strangling him, but suffocation was close enough. Jace rolled them over and moved his hands up to grip Alec's wrist, trying to pull his hand away, but Alec was having none of that. He tightened his legs around Jace's waist.

"Alec! Get off of him!" Isabelle yelled, coming over and tugging him off of Jace. Alec stumbled back and watched as Jace sat up, his face was red and he was gasping for air. Alec couldn't help but feel partly smug and partly awful. He had warned Jace; but they were parabatai. Alec shook his head and turned around, stalking off to his room.

"Great, now I'm gonna need a new door. And no way in hell am I staying in that room without one." Alec grumbled to myself as he walked. Lucky for him there were tons of unused rooms in the Institute that he could use until he could get a new door. This one was going chainsaw proof, that's for damn sure.

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