It was after he had taken the drug. His magic wasn't the same. He had just enough to cast a glamor, but everything else was near impossible. He thought it would come back to him eventually, but weeks later, it was still the same. Magnus is laying in bed lost in thought. He would lose everything if his magic was gone for good. He'd lose his job. His respect.

His Alexander? No. Alec would still love him. So why wasn't he telling him? Maybe there was still a part in him that wasn't so sure. A horrible part that he wished he could cut off. Magnus wanted to sleep. He wished that he could. But it wasn't just the magic loss that affected him. He was having these dreams of Drew killing Alec.

Bloodied and dead. His Alexander. Magnus didn't know what to do. He made himself a strong cocktail and walked into the guest room. Alec was sleeping soundly, snuggled up in his bed like a bunny. Magnus smiled and sipped his drink, watching his adorable boyfriend.

*Morning*

Alec woke up and immediately freaked out. Then he slowly remembered that he was in the guest room, safe in Magnus's loft. He stood up and yawned. He looked to the side and saw a cup of hot coffee kept for him. He smiled. Magnus never forgot. Even when he was angry at him.

He sipped his coffee and walked into the living room. Magnus was in the kitchen, wearing that goddamn red robe that always led to sex. He knew Alec loved it too much. But Alec also noticed the number of whiskey bottles in the garbage. He sighed. "Magnus?" Alec called out. Magnus turns around quickly.