#/lh it’s fine i’m just shy and worry too much for no reason

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[thomaslightwood]

In Henry's laboratory || One shot

This one shot is inspired by THIS beautiful art by @lariablog 💖

This fic is @jb-lh's idea. Thank you for it 😄

Words: 994

This is the scene in ChoG where Thomas and Alastair make the antidote in Henry's lab that we deserved but weren't given. So here it is my version ☺️ From Alastair's POV

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“Do you really think this antidote will work?” Alastair asked.

“I know it will.”

Alastair held Thomas’s gaze for a long moment. He was in awe how much faith Thomas had in his cousin. To be so sure about someone to be ready to put lives in their hands. Alastair couldn't imagine what this feeling was. In all his life he was the protector, not the one who needed protection. “And how long will it take to make it?”

“Twenty minutes, if everything goes right.” Thomas said.

Alastair exhaled. “All right,” he said. “Twenty minutes it is. After that, I’m going to find Cordelia.”

At Thomas’s puzzled look, he gestured impatiently toward the steps that went down to the laboratory. “I’ll help you,” he said. “Let’s get to work.”

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“What do you need?” Alastair asked as they entered Henry's laboratory.

“Don't worry,” Thomas said, already taking some test tubes from the shelf. “I know where is everything.”

He doesn't really need my help, Alastair thought. And by the way Thomas carefully put all ingredients on the table it was clear there was no real danger to burn the house.

Alastair sat on the chair anyway, watching him.

It was fascinating. Thomas was very focused on making the antidote. There was a little frown on his forehead. His hazel eyes were looking only at the phial in front of him. A little covered by his shirt was calm anger rune on his right arm. On his left one he could see only nourishment rune. But when Thomas reached out to take some purple liquid Alastair saw his rose compass tattoo.

Alastair remembered the look on his face when he said he is sorry for his sister. Alastair couldn't imagine what would be like to lose Cordelia. It was unthinkable. Alastair really hoped the runes was helping Thomas.

While he measured the exact proportions to add something in the mixture, Alastair quietly asked “Are you sure you remember everything? It can't be something easy.”

“Well,” Thomas answered, without taking his eyes off the bottle in front of him. “I have a good memory. And I was with Kit all the time while he was working out the formula for the antidote.”

Alastair didn't reply. He was actually sure Thomas could do it right but for an inexplicable reason he wanted Thomas to talk more. He liked his voice.

Alastair looked at some papers at the table because he had stop to stare at Thomas all the time. They were probably Henry's because they were notes about the wheels of his cart.

“So,” Alastair said casually. “Do you have understanding with same lady?”

Thomas eyed him surprised.

“I… No, I do not.”

“Are you sure?” Alastair couldn't understand why he insisted. It was stupid. And still, he had trouble shutting up his mouth. “Because I heard you're very popular around here. I'm sure many girls have shown interest in you.”

“I…”

“So there is no need to hide if there is actually someone,” Alastair was staring at the design of the wheel stubbornly. ”No one would be surprised.”

He heard how Thomas moved, probably to take more ingredients. After a while he replied “There is probably ladies that have interest in me but I have no such intention towards them. I have no interest in any woman.”

Alastair's heart skipped a bit.

“So far, I suppose,” Thomas added unsure. “Why do you ask though?”

Alastair couldn't answer this. He didn't know himself.

“I'm just curious.” He said neutral after all.

Thomas eyed him.

“Oh, really?” He asked with a little smile. “If you have such an interest in my love life you could just…”

“I do not have an interest, Lightwood,” Alastair interrupted sharply. “I'm just trying to make a conversation.”

Thomas went quite.

Damn, Alastair thought and squeezed the list in his hand.

“I'm sorry,” he said. “This was unfair to ask about your private business and then to act like this. I'm sorry.”

Alastair looked at him and Thomas smiled at him softly.

“It's fine. We all are a little tense lately. You're forgiven.”

But you're the one who lost his sister and still manage to behave, Alastair thought. Thomas was too kind.

Thomas poured some liquid into the mixture. There was a quite hiss. “Now we have to wait a few minutes to dissolve. It's almost done.”

Alastair nodded. Thomas carefully started to put everything back in its place.

Alastair remembered Thomas in the Academy. Small, little boy who admired him and followed Alastair like a puppy. Now he was taller and bigger but he was shy as always. His smile was the same too.

Thomas checked his work minutely and time to time added some plant to the mixture. He so attentively did all this. Alastair remembered that after all his sister Barbara was dead because of the infection. Christopher was also affected. Thomas probably desperately wanted no one to become victim of it again. When he reached to move away hair from his eyes Alastair saw the rose compass again.

“You know,” Alastair said suddenly. “I wondered if you really did make the tattoo.”

“Oh,” Thomas eyed him. “I was uncertain. But was thinking about it for a long time and… I really wanted it. It was important to me.”

Alastair didn't ask what was the meaning behind it. He really wanted to. But in the last moment he stopped himself. It was clear this was something very personal to Thomas. He even didn't show it to his friends until Alastair asked to see it too. Thomas wouldn't tell what it means, especially to Alastair.

“It's beautiful,” he said quietly.

Thomas smiled. Alastair heart jumped. “Thank you.”

Thomas kept adding to the mixture from the plant until the colour was darker. He attentively stirred it.

“That's it,” he said after a while.

“Really?” Alastair raised an eyebrow.

“Yes,” Thomas said with a sigh.

Alastair rose. “Let's go then.”

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