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Alec slowly but surely regained consciousness, but couldn’t find the strength to open his eyes. His throat was dry, ears ringing, his skin felt tight and his stomach was cramping up. Judging by the frantic footsteps in the distance, he could tell someone was rushing towards him.
Either to help him, or kill him, he didn’t know. And honestly? He was too tired to care.
Ideally he wanted to get up - lazing around with your back against hard concrete wasn’t his ideal position in a fight. Alec wanted to continue, to get up and fight but his body felt weak and languid. He was sure he was also suffering from a small case of delirium.
The former adrenaline that had been rushing through his system like an ally had faded at some point. His current state left him longing for silk sheets and a very warm and beautiful warlock that he prayed to the Angel was okay.
At this point, Alec was sure he had hit his head pretty hard because the moments leading up to his current condition were all a blur.
He faintly recalls Madzie saving his life from a very angry Valentine who had been wielding the Soul Sword like a baton, nearly costing him his head in the process. Alec could slightly remember a greenish-brown glow emitting from a very unhealthy looking portal and he thought he remembered Magnus yelling 'NO'. He wasn't sure.
Again, it was all a blur and he was kind of a mess right now. He could very well possibly be tripping on crazy fumes at the moment.
Just the thought of Magnus made Alec’s heart beat a little faster. He wanted Magnus - his sweet, beautiful boyfriend with the sexy magic hands and golden eyes. Magnus could surely help ease him out of this annoying debacle.
Magnus was cool like that, Alec thought.
The infuriating footsteps became louder and his tiresome brain could make out the sound of heels.
That couldn’t be right though - Izzy had forced him to leave so she could go drown herself in vampire venom, so she wasn't here - and he was sure, not positive, but was almost certain that Clary never sported the highheel look? Then again, he never paid much attention to her - or her feet for that matter.
Just the thought of the annoying talking carrot actually made him want to groan out his frustrations. It was nothing against her, but if anyone was about to save him, he wanted it to be Magnus. Matter of fact, it'd better be him.
Alec was perfectly content being the wounded warrior, rescued by the all powerful and absolutely gorgeous High Warlock Of Brooklyn. He could live with that. Call him needy all you want, but receiving super awesome warlock cuddles sounded, as the mundanes say, pretty fucking lit right now.
“Oh my god, is he going to be okay? We need to get him to wake up!” he heard a strangely familiar voice say, sounding awfully a lot like his mother. It was weird, and she sounded softer? Death confirmed, Alec wasn’t living real life right now.
“I don’t know” he heard another voice chime in, sounding equally as worried. “But we have to call 911. Hey buddy, stay with me. Help is on the way” he heard, and oh god, it was simon.
Who the hell let this vampire in the middle of a warzone? Wasn’t he supposed to be kidnapped right now? Alec didn’t have the willpower to think much on it, but he definitely would be punching simon at a later date for even suggesting the mundane police getting involved. That was a headache he wanted nothing to do with.
He quickly realized it was probably a good idea to try and move. Being half dead was losing its fun. He needed to force open an eye, twitch his leg, do something. Regaining control of his shock ridden body wasn’t as easy as one would think.
Alec did however, manage to groan out loud, causing whoever had just chosen the time to crouch down at his left, to immediately place his head in their lap. It felt nice, he wouldn’t complain, sure beats concrete.
“Guy’s he’s waking up!” he heard his baby sister shout, and now he was definitely thrown for a loop. How on earth did she get here so fast? She sounded healthier at least.
Another person knelled down at his right. “Matt, buddy, open your eyes man. You’re scaring me” he heard some crazy british man say. Who the fuck was Matt? That was a question he would definitely need answering at a later timing.
He felt foreign hands shaking his bruised shoulder repeatedly, and it gave him enough of a jolt to finally open his sleep crusted eyes. He immediately regretted this decision however. Everything in the room was bright, and his pupils felt like they were on fire.
Alec quickly placed his arm over his head, wincing at the pain and shielding his eyes from the offending lights.
When he felt the pain subside, he took a deep breath, before slowly sitting up facing his concerned audience. Alec lowered his wrist, and took in his surroundings, blinking rapidly.
The sight before him made his mouth agape. Izzy, his mother, Jace, and simon were all crowded around him with worried expressions, and fear in their eyes. Shouldn’t they be off fighting Valentine? And most importantly, where the fuck was Magnus? Was he okay?
Alec needed answers.
With widened eyes, he began to peer around the room searching for any sight of his wonderful boyfriend. “Where’s Magnus? Did Valentine hurt him? I swear by the angel, if any of you let something bad happen to him by focusing on me, i’ll kill you all myself” he hissed through gritted teeth.
Jace quirked a brow, sharing an odd look with Simon, that said he had absolutely no idea what Alec was talking about. Stupid parabatai.
“Matthew we aren’t on set buddy, chill. What happened? You literally just fainted without reason.” said the british voice, that for some reason was coming out of his brothers mouth.
That wasn’t normal, what on earth was going on? Alec furrowed his brows staring incredulously at everyone.
Without much thought, he quickly used his legs to scoot the hell away from the identical freaky brit twin and began searching frantically for his seraph blade that had been tucked tightly away in his holster.
Panic rose throughout his body, as he pulled out a flimsy piece of plastic crap that had once been his second best weapon. The bow was obviously the first. Right! Not important, he reminded himself.
“Who took my weapon?” he asked aloud, sounding more fearful than he had originally intended.
Jace again glanced at simon, they appeared to be having some weird mental conversation, and it was definitely making Alec want to shout ‘what the fuck’ out loud.
“How hard did you hit your head?” he heard his mom ask, as she hesitantly made her way towards him.
She crouched down beside him, pushing a piece of fallen hair out of his eyes, with a worried smile. “You’re going to be okay Matt, the paramedics will be arriving shortly” she soothed, and honestly? Alec would be lying he dared claim he wasn’t suddenly more relaxed now.
He could get used to this change of attitude.
But the real question is, were they all fucking with him? Had he been knocked out for longer than he had originally thought, and everyone just decided to play a prank on him without Magnus’ knowledge?
He was just about to speak, when in walks said warlock, looking extremely tired. He lacked his usual flare, and instead wore a boring grey hoodie, with some jeans. His usual slicked up hair, was laying gently against his forehead, and the dark kohl that never left his rounded eyes was missing.
Concerned, but still relieved, Alec instantly pushed up to his feet and wobbled towards his boyfriend.
“Mags what the hell is going on here? Why is everyone acting strange? Is this another mundane prank holiday? Jace is british!” he shouted, and Magnus raised his brows looking just as confused as everyone else in the room.
He looked down at the neon pink piece of paper in his hands, eyeing it dubiously.
“That wasn’t in today's script?” he replied with a frown, and Alec felt his stomach drop.
He gulped, and allowed himself to finally observe his surroundings with a careful eye, and almost choked on his own spit in the process.
The once dark runes covering his siblings bodies weren’t there.
They were all dressed in lazy clothes, holding scripts and varying cups of coffee in their palms.
Alec felt his jaw drop, and felt the rush of anxiety spark a chill down his spine, that ran his angelic blood cold.
His family were mundanes. Magnus was a mundane.
Alec woke up in the twilight zone.