Author's Note: This is my first Fanfic and it hasn't been Beta-ed so please let me know if you spot any errors.

Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own The Mortal Instruments. If I did, I wouldn't be writing here, would I?

Magnus Bane woke up to the sound of an ambulance. It's piecing sirens infiltrated his apartment, bringing back memories of things he would rather forget. Thankfully, this time, the sirens weren't here for him. Moaning, he rolled over and shoved a pillow to his ears. New York City had allure, yes, but it wasn't the place to live if you ever planned on sleeping. Finally, the noise passed, allowing Magnus to relax. He sank back into his bed and threw the pillow onto the floor where a an irritated meow informed him that he had made contact with the ball of fur he called a cat. He chuckled and rolled over, allowing the tendrils of sleep to pull him back into darkness.

Six months later

"Charmain, this is going to be your best birthday party yet!" Magnus declared, snuggling the tiny creature. He was in an exceptionally good mood today after spending all day decorating his apartment and preparing the most kick-ass outfit this side of the sun.

His living room- the area he had set aside for the party- was filled with flashing lights, alcohol, speakers, and sparkles. In his opinion, a party wasn't a party without those. He eyed the room appreciatively, stopping cold when he saw an empty container sitting on the island. He gasped at Charmain. "This can't be!" he exclaimed. "We're out of glitter!"

Isabelle shoved the outfit at Alec again. "You are coming to this party, Alec if I have to tie you up and have Jace carry you there." The girl angrily glared at her older brother. She had long since realised that her pleading on this subject rarely made a difference, so she had no choice but to resort to threats. "You haven't been to a party in months."

"No, Izzy. Even if I wanted to go, which I don't, I wouldn't wear that."

Isabelle rolled her eyes. She threw the offending article of clothing on the bed and turned to her brother. "Well, I guess that I'll just have to find someone else to spend my evening with, if you know what I mean."

It was Alec's turn to roll his eyes this time. He was in no way swayed by his little sister's attempts, although they were incredibly annoying, but she was right. Since his accident a few months ago, he had hardly left the house. Initially, it had been because his legs constantly pained him, but once the pain faded, Alec had put off re-entering society for an entirely different reason. A reason that he wasn't exactly proud of.

He hadn't wanted people to see him like this. He knew that people often thought badly of those with disabilities, and he hadn't wanted to see his fears confirmed. Recently though, with Izzy's help he had started changing that mindset. After contemplating this for a moment, he finally surrendered. "Fine, Izzy."

At that, she jumped off of the bed, encircling her brother in a hug. "We're going to have so much fun, you don't even have to stay the whole time, and you'll think he's so cute, and-"

"Wait Isabelle." Alec said. "This isn't just an attempt to set me up with someone, right? Cause if it is... "

She said nothing, but shook her head innocently, skipping out of the room. That was when Alec knew she was lying. Isabelle never skipped.

"Get dressed, Alec!" she yelled.

Alec shook his head and moved to his dresser. He dug through it half-heartedly, attempting to find something that both he and Isabelle could agree on. His searching was interrupted when someone strolled into his room. Unconsciously, he felt his breath hitch in his throat.

"Izzy told me you're coming to the party." Jace said. Although his tone was smooth, Alec could see that his normally arrogant face held worry. Although seeing Jace worried about him caused mixed reactions, in his mind, he knew that his adoptive brother really did just want the best for him. "I agree with her, you know. But if she's forcing you in-"

Alec cut him off. His hands were shaking, but his voice was strong as he addressed his brother. "Jace, I've been wallowing in self-pity for months now. I need to do this, no matter how much I hate parties." He rolled his eyes as he finished his sentence, which pulled a laugh out of Jace.

"Great, let's go then." Eyeing Alec's outfit, which currently consisted of a faded sweater and an old pair of black jeans, Jace raised an eyebrow curiously. "Is that what you're wearing?"

Alec looked down at his sweater unhappily. It was certainly comfortable, and one of his favourites, but it was a far cry from the form-fitting blue t-shirt Isabelle had discarded on his bed. Sighing, he picked it up.

This party had better be worth it.

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