Author's Note: So, I wrote this a few days ago when I read on Cassie's Twitter that our beloved Alec and Magnus HAD, in fact, been to South Carolina (I know, I'm really behind in learning it so recently, but still...) Anyway, that thought, for some reason, got me so excited that I just sat down and wrote this! Surprisingly, it's NOT mature material, despite the nature of the inspiration...But whatever.

I'd like to say that when I initially wrote this, I didn't really have any plans for it. I wasn't really sure WHAT I was writing. I just wanted to write a scene from Malec's romantic vacation, which I was so frustrated not to see during COFA. This was originally going to be longer, and it was SUPPOSED to be a one-shot, but then I got stuck at the end and felt that I had to keep going, albeit in flashback. You'll see that part in the next chapter - I already have it finished.

And that got me thinking. I've read so many brilliant retellings of Alec and Magnus's "lost scenes" over the first three books (in particular, Ariviand's "Call Me" - if you haven't read it yet, I urge you to leave now and start on it, because it's AMAZING,) but there weren't any real retellings of their vacation time in COFA. So, since I was so interested in the vacation, maybe I could try my hand at writing it. I won't promise to be a fast updater - I'm in my senior year of high school and I have little spare time - but I promise to try my best to do justice toward the characters. So, without further ado...the first chapter!

There were so many things about Alec that Magnus adored.

He was gorgeous, for one thing, even though he liked to hide that very-obvious trait under a head of unbrushed hair and a constant wardrobe of bland, loose-fitting sweaters. Of course, none of that mattered much when the dark-haired shadowhunter was situated the way he was now–naked, with his sloppy hair splayed across the pillow of their shared bed, no better styled than Magnus's own hair, which was free of product apart from the glitter that seemed to permanently reside in his equally-dark locks. His hair was down, the way Alec liked it best, though under normal circumstances he'd have brushed it, at least. Instead, it was sticking up all over the place, and not in a fashionable way. Anyone with a brain could tell he had a serious case of bed-head–brought on by a night of heavy sleep and equally-heavy loving on his favorite shadowhunter.

He leaned down run his hand along said shadowhunter's jawline, satisfied when Alec sighed, shifting ever-so-slightly at the touch. Alec was still tucked firmly away in dreamland, his fingers clutched loosely to his pillow. Magnus had always found it adorable that Alec slept this way; he was a wild animal in battle (and in bed, Magnus thought with a smirk,) but once asleep, he turned into something significantly more docile. He didn't snore, but rather breathed softly, occasionally murmuring sentiments too groggy to be understood. Sometimes he said Magnus's name. He liked that.

As much as he would have liked to, Magnus couldn't stay in bed all day admiring his beautiful boyfriend. He was technically on vacation from his High Warlock duties while he toured the world with Alec, but that didn't stop impatient clients from calling, anyway.

He climbed out of bed, stark naked and unbothered by the open windows, and stretched, crossing the gigantic hotel room to the wooden desk, not bothering to head for his closet, instead snapping on his favorite kimono, made for him by a Japanese merchant–a pretty little thing barely past her sixteenth birthday–sometime in the 1830's. He smiled at the memory. The girl had been pretty, but it was her older brother that Magnus recalled with vivid clarity. He had stormed up to Magnus, thinking the foreigner was flirting with his only sister. Of course, he couldn't have been more wrong, especially after Magnus caught a glimpse of the physique under the irritatingly-loose-fitting martial arts outfit…

Shaking his head at the memory, he glanced back at Alec, remembering the day they'd first met. The annoying blond (who Magnus still preferred to pretend was nameless) had strolled in like he owned the place, but it was the quiet, dark-haired boy that had caught his attention, made only more so by his clear overprotectiveness of his sister. Magnus, being an only child, had never had a sister to dote on (though he was sure he would have spoiled her rotten,) and those that did had always made him immensely jealous (and admittedly intrigued.) Picturing once again the siblings from Japan, Magnus thought Alec would have done well in that time period, where his baggy clothing would have been commonplace. He laughed, continuing his walk.

Once reached the desk, he picked up his phone, which had been charging side-by-side with Alec's cell. That was why he'd made the effort to get it instead of merely summoning it to him–he loved the sight of his phone next to Alec's. Maybe it was silly, but there were a lot of memories tucked away in those phones, and the thought of them together always gave him a little thrill. Satisfied, he brushed his hair out of his eyes and turned on the phone, leaning back against the desk so Alec was still in his peripheral vision.

As he'd expected, his inbox was practically full. No less than thirty-two people had texted him in the–he checked the clock–twelve-and-a-half hours he'd been asleep. Plus the time he'd been in bed with Alec, when his mind had most certainly not been on his job.

He scrolled quickly through the messages, trying to decide which ones were trivial and which actually deserved looking into. There were three lost pets, six broken or sprained limbs, nine alleged cases of demon pox–a new record–and one request for a love potion to bring back a high school crush. All of these were dumped unceremoniously into his trash bin. The few clients that actually seemed to possess a genuine problem were each sent a neat little message referring them to the nearest warlock in their respective area.

As Magnus finished replying to a middle-aged woman from Long Island who had left a voicemail complaining of a rather nasty infestation of pixies, he heard motion from the bed. Assuming Alec was just shifting in his sleep again–when he wasn't tangled up with Magnus, he liked to sleep curled up in a ball–he looked up briefly, thumb raised to hit send on the message. But what he saw there made him put his phone down, forgetting all about his client. Old Mallory or Minerva or whatever her name was could survive without his help for a little while longer.

"Hey, baby," he said, crossing the room again to stand at the foot of the bed, leaning against the baseboard as Alec, sitting up in bed and baring all his well-toned glory, swept his hair out of his eyes with much less care than Magnus had just a few minutes ago. Delighted green-gold met sleepy blue, and Magnus's heart melted at another of his many, many favorite things about Alec.

Though he'd lived his entire life in the shadows, Alec's face had always been an open book, displaying emotions in ways his battle-hardened siblings couldn't possibly achieve. That wasn't to say Alec wasn't battle-hardened, as well–the scars trailing up and down his body spoke otherwise–but he was more in touch with his feelings than they were. It wasn't something any amount of training could fix; it was just how he was born. That was how Magnus had immediately known the dark-haired shadowhunter in his doorway didn't bat for the same team as his companions–not that any indication of straightness would have stopped him from hitting on the gorgeous boy, anyway. "How long have you been awake?"

"Just a few seconds," Alec replied, rubbing his eyes. Magnus nearly swooned. "When I saw you weren't next to me, I…"

"You what?" Magnus prompted him to go on, trailing the edge of the bed to take a seat beside him. Alec blushed.

"It's nothing." He sank back down into the pillows. Magnus caught his chin, forcing him to meet his eyes.

"Tell me."

Alec sighed, knowing he wouldn't win this fight.

"I just...I got worried, okay? It's a stupid reaction, I know, but I've spent half my life thinking I could die the next day, and I guess that makes me kind of jumpy…" He looked like he wanted very much for this conversation to be over.

"Don't worry, baby," Magnus said, leaning down to plant a kiss on Alec's soft lips. "I'll be sure to be at your side whenever you wake up from now on."

Alec frowned.

"You don't have to–"

But he was promptly cut off by another kiss, which led to another, and soon enough their general lack of clothing brought them to another level entirely, Magnus's phone lying forgotten behind them.

Author's Note: Sorry about the ridiculously long AN above - I wanted to get all that out in one, rather than having to piece it all together later. So I'll keep this short. Please review, and since I know I have at least SOME followers from my previous Malec story, I want...five reviews before I post the next chapter. It's already done!