História Fight For You (Malec Shortfic) - Alec

I gave Magnus some coffee, and filled him in on what I knew about what had happened. From what I could tell, the place was bombed. The wall had exploded, so it made sense. Based on the wreckage I had seen while running between our rooms, the explosion had occurred somewhere between the kitchen and our rooms, around Asmodeus Bane’s room. Someone from the inside had to have done it, because no outsider would have known where to plant the bomb to kill the leader.

“So, you’re saying that I’ve been betrayed. Who would-”

Suddenly, he stops. A look of pure shock traveled across his face, and it slowly turned to rage.

I have to admit, the change was a little frightening. Magnus was the sort of person who was able to hide everything they felt behind makeup and humour. Seeing how he was feeling stamped across his face was surprising.

He turned to me, standing up. I had only put boxers on him, knowing my heart wouldn’t have been able to take it. I’ve been pining for him since I was thirteen. He was three years older, sixteen at the time. I had been hiding from my father, who had gotten angry and slapped me. He had walked into the library, and sat on the windowsill. I watched as he talked to his mother, who was dead, and realized that he was also human. I had always pictured him as this high-and-mighty stuck-up brat. And something in my heart just… shifted.

I come back to the present in time to witness a hand cracking across my face. I look down at him in shocked silence. He begins to yell, about what, I have no idea.

“You were in on this! How dare you? Is this some sort of sick joke to you? ‘Yeah, let’s save Magnus, so then we can rub it in his face that we killed his father!’ You are a sorry excuse for a human being. The only thing you are good for is to stand there and look pretty.”

The words sting, echoing something my father had said to me years ago, when I came out as gay. I was 18. I push my feelings down, as I’ve been doing for years, and hide it with anger and sarcasm. It’s become so normal for me that I don’t notice I’m doing it. “What are you talking about? I didn’t kill anyone!”

“Oh, no! You just stood by and watched your family do it!”

“In case you haven’t realized, my family is also gone! I don’t know who you think you are, coming into my house and accusing me of doing things we both know I didn’t do, and thinking that you’re entitled to get whatever you want when you want it! I saved your sorry ass, and I didn’t do it for you, or because it’s my job. I did it for Izzy and Jace and Max. I did it because that’s what they would’ve wanted me to do, and because I have a sense of honor, unlike some dickbags! If that’s not enough proof, then you are the sorry one.”

I realize that I’m yelling, and about to lose my cool. Abruptly, I turn and slam out of the apartment.