The Day Things Get That Bad
Apparently after writing all of that fluff I needed to write some hurt/comfort Malec based on their conversation in 2x09 where Alec promises to let Magnus know if things ever get that bad. Â
ADDITIONAL NOTE: Part of my NaNoWriMo project this year is going through my Drafts and finishing up fics I have sitting here, and this is the first of those!Â
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The loft was dark when Alec finally managed to stumble home, his whole body aching, the barely healed cuts on his legs and side still burning with every step. But it was better thanâŚÂ
Alec shook his head, clenching his eyes shut, forcing himself to breathe. He could still hear the screams in the back of his mind and he shook his head harder, limping towards the shower. His body and mind were burning with the urge to push, to train, to make sure this would never happen again. Â
They were shadowhunters. Death was an inevitability for them, for their life. He knew that. They all knew that. So he signed the cremation orders. The order to ship the ashes to the City of Bones. Heâd written the letters to their families, their closest relatives, signed them, and had tried to hold it together. Â
Alec focused on the loft in front of him and forced himself to breathe, heading for the shower, stripping off his clothing that reeked of blood and ichor. Heâd have to destroy them. The squeal of the shower coming to life was enough to remind him of the dark sewers again, the screams, the seraph blades that had gone dark under the onslaught they hadnât been prepared for. Â
Alec punched the wall of the shower in front of him, the ceramic cracking under the force as he clenched his eyes shut and tried to keep breathing, letting the scalding hot water rinse away the blood still clinging to him. Â
It wasnât his fault. Â
Izzy had said that, the gash above her eye still bleeding sluggishly. Â
Jace had said it too, even as he settled into the infirmary bed, with broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and four broken fingers.