My Love

"We Don't Have To Fight"

Alec POV

Twelve hours. It has been twelve hours since Catarina started operating in Magnus. It has been twelve hours and I am losing my patience. All I wanted to hold Magnus, know that he was okay. But that wasn't going to happen until Catarina said that I could see him.

I stood up and walked over to Isabelle. She was holding her girlfriend's son, who was babbling happily in Indonesian. He clapped his hands in glee and pointed at different things, then continued to jabber. I smiled happily at the small child, I took out a pen and napkin out of my pocket and started drawing. I wasn't focused on one thing and just let my hand move on it's own accord.

"Whoa" a voice said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I looked up to see Clary staring down at my napkin. Just being around her made me upset. I looked down and saw I had drawn the little boy that was currently on Izzy's lap, Nightshade and Isabelle on either side of him.

"That's gorgeous" she told me. I shrugged and handed her the napkin. Her fingers traced over it and she mumbled things to herself about it.

"Thanks" I said awkwardly. It felt weird talking to her without being spiteful to one another.

"You're welcome" she said, sounding stunned. Clary took off her book bag and pulled out some supplies. "Here, to take you mind off of Magnus"

I hummed in appreciation and took the notebook in my hands. I started drawing, not really paying much attention. Isabelle and Clary talked and I listened a bit but let my mind wonder, not thinking about much.

"Alec, can we talk?" Clary asked. I nodded slowly, hoping that this wasn't a bad idea.

"Alec, I'm sorry. I was mean to you, I threatened you and endangered you and your family. I brought my problems to you and didn't listen when you told me not to do something because it dangerous, or because I didn't think it completely through. I completely disregarded everything you said, trampled on what was yours, probably broke all of the Clave rules, and left you my mess to clean up, while you were dealing with your own life and problems.
Originally I was just upset because everyone was doing everything to help me and you were putting me in my place. I was brat and I downright did you wrong. So I am deeply sorry" Clary apologized.

I repeated her words in my head. She apologized and I probably should too. I might have been a jerk to her too. But she earned it.

"I was wrong too. I honestly didn't like you because Isabelle and Jace did which always means problems. You never listened to protocol or when I was trying to save your's, and everyone else's ass. I could've told you in a nicer way and not have been so quick to judge you. Except for the fact that everytime I thought about giving you a second chance you fucked it up in some drastic way. And technically you are a Shadowhunter, even though you were raised as a mundane, so it wasn't the right thing to call you. So I am also sorry and I know this is awful but I'm terrible with words" I replied.

"It's okay. I accept your apology. We don't have to fight Alec. We would get along pretty well if we could get over ourselves. I mean we both like to draw, we both want to keep your family happy and off the Clave's radar" Clary reasoned.

"We don't have to fight" I repeated.

"So, truce?" Clary asked, sticking out her hand. I shook it and nodded.

"Truce" I replied.

Having finished my conversation with Clary, I finished up my drawing. Not that I knew what I was drawing, I rarely did. Unless I had something specific in mind, I just let my hand draw what it wanted and it usually turned out well. I felt that my picture was close to being finished so I looked down at it. The picture was beautiful but surprising and a bit strange. Like something that is wonderful but never knew I wanted, or needed.