I just finished the Mortal Instruments series and I'm already a hardcore Blackstairs (JulianXEmma) shipper. It's sad really. But, now, of course I have to make at least a one-shot for them. Anywho, while it may be summer here with no school, that doesn't mean I'll start updating more frequently. Although, I have started the next chapter for one of my stories.

And another thing, I may not rewrite some of my other stories. I'll probably just start writing one- and two-shots or something like that.

This story will be part of a series of one-shots called the Where One Story Ends, Another Begins series. Or WOSEAB series. How's that for an acronym?

-Thomas Edison was a ladies' man-

Beginnings

As Emma entered the Institute, she wondered how Jules faired without her. She had just got back from a date with her boyfriend, John. He doesn't know about her life as a shadowhunter, but hopefully if their relationship goes well, he would try to become one.

But, then we come back to Jules. Emma had been in love with her parabatai for as long as she could remember and hadn't had the guts to tell him. All her excuses were that he wouldn't feel the same way and that anything more between them was forbidden. Then she remembers what happened right before she left for her date….

*Flashback*

Emma was almost in hysterics. John would come by soon to pick her up to go on their date. And she couldn't find her purse anywhere. She had searched everywhere it could possibly be, except the living room on the second floor. As she entered the room, she noticed the only other person in it. Julian was sitting cross-legged on the sofa reading a book. Church the Cat, who had been brought to L.A. by Brother Zachariah and actually seemed to like Julian, was sprawled out in his lap.

"Hey, Jules, have you seen my purse with the big black bow?" She asked while taking a quick look around the room.

"No," was the short and clipped reply she got from him. She just assumed he was irritated because she was interrupting his reading.

Emma then spotted the purse behind a plant in the corner and remembered that she stuck it there when she wanted to hide her money from Ty. "Never mind, I found it," she announced.

"Mhmmm," was his mumbled response. She looked over at him only to meet the gaze of Church. Emma could have sworn that the cat was glaring at her with even more hate than usual.

Emma stuck her tongue out at the cat and made her way back downstairs. She got outside the church that the Institute was hidden in. In about 10 minutes John showed up in his sliver Porsche.

*End Flashback*

She hung here coat up on the rack near the door that led from the church to the actual Institute. Lost in thought, Emma didn't notice someone else enter the building behind her.

"Oh, you're back."

Emma whipped around to come face-to-face with her parabatai. Julian was wearing her gear, which seemed to be a shade darker. Which was pretty much impossible because it was black. She understood why when she saw the sticky black goo in his dark brown hair.

"You went hunting without me?" she blurted out.

Jules just shrugged. "Why not? You weren't here, I was bored, and the only other living creatures here was Church and Oscar. But, Church decided to go off somewhere to take a nap or something so he couldn't entertain me and Oscar is avoiding me."

In response, Emma just huffed. "Whatever, just don't do it again."

"This is the fourth time though."

"Excuse me?"

"This the fourth time I've went hunting without you," Jules clarified with an absent look.

She just couldn't believe it. Had Emma been so busy that she never noticed how distant Julian was becoming? They never went hunting without each other! Or, she never went hunting without him. But, when was the last time she went hunting?

Stealing herself, she demanded, "We need to talk."

Julian only blinked at her once, and then answered," Fine, come by my room once you've calmed yourself. In the meantime I'll take a shower. This stuff in my hair is staring to sting."

As he brushed past her, Emma considered his words. 'Calm down' kept reverberating in her head. Then, she realized her hands were clenched into fists so tight her knuckles were white. Emma quickly unclenched them and brushed some invisible dirt off her light yellow shirt.

She soon went the way that Julian had taken before her. Emma didn't bother going to her room to change. She would just wait in Jules's room until he was done with his shower. Her eyes widened when she saw just how messy the room was as she entered it.

The white of his rooms walls were splattered with multicolored paint. The floor had crumpled up pieces of paper all over and in two corners, there were stacks of canvases. As she picked her way to the bed, the only neat place in the room, Emma picked up one of the papers on the floor and uncrumpled it. The picture was of all the residents of the Los Angeles Institute. It was really good so Emma didn't understand why Julian had abandoned it.

Emma was so absorbed in the beautiful drawing that she didn't her the shower in the connecting bathroom turn off. Or the door opening five minutes later.

"I couldn't get any of the eyes right."

Emma slowly turned around, not taking her eyes of the picture. "They look fine to me."

Julian sighed and took the picture out of her hands. That was when she noticed he was shirtless.

"The reason I couldn't get the eyes right is because I couldn't draw the life in them."

"Don't all artists have that problem?"

He breathed out a laugh, which made Emma feel a bit better. "I suppose so."

He turned around and headed to his closet. "So, what was it you had to talk to me about?"

She opened her mouth, but couldn't find any words because she was just noticing the marks on Jules's upper body. Not Marks that shadowhunters usually have on their bodies. But, regular mortal tattoos. Emma saw three on his back, one on the top of his shoulder, and one on each wrist.

"When did you get those?!" Emma practically screeched.

Julian whipped around, but relaxed when he saw nothing had happened to her.

"These?" he raised his wrists.

"And the one on your shoulder and the ones on your back," Emma said slowly.

"Well, I got all of the ones on my back on the 31st of October. The one on my shoulder was on my first night hunting without you. I think I got the ones on my wrists on one of the nights hunting without you, but I don't really remember all the details. I was in a pretty bad adrenaline induced haze."

The 31st? Emma remembered that it was Halloween and she took the younger kids trick-or-treating. But- what was she forgetting? It hit her like a brick. The 31st was Julian's birthday. Emma felt shame make her face red in a matter if seconds.

"By the Angel, Julian, I am so sorry I forgot your birthday!"

"You were busy," Julian said in a tired manner.

"That is no excuse! I'm your parabatai, I should have remembered."

"Well, you didn't. It's in the past Emma."

Emma could feel her eyes filling with tears. When did she pull away from him so much, she forgot his birthday?

"Emma, why are you crying?" Julian sounded puzzled.

"Because I must be the worst parabatai ever! How did this happen? How did I start distancing myself from you?"

She rushed him and wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest. Her tears soaked his shirt, her hands clutched the fabric of the back of it.

"Ah, ah, Emma- what are you-"

Julian was cut off by Emma's lips crashing onto his. He froze, then relaxed and molded his lips to hers. She let out a sigh of relief. Julian tipped his head to the side to make the kiss deeper and Emma let a sound of approval. Emma moved her arms from around his waist to his neck. One of his hands curled into her long blonde hair while the other settled itself onto the small of her back, pushing her closer to him and completely whipping any space between them out of existence.

Jules slide his tongue against Emma's lower lip, making her gasp. He took the chance to slide his tongue all the way into her mouth. Emma let out a sort of growl at being surprised like that and battled for dominance.

After a few more seconds of passionate kissing, the two finally broke apart for oxygen. Emma meets Julian's gaze and he whispers, "What have we done?"

She lets out a small laugh, "Jules, I think we both know that it's 'What have I done.'"

"Emma, I'm at fault just as much as you because I have wanted to that for so long," Julian admitted, brushing her cheek with his hand. He leaned his forehead against hers and let out a long and heavy sigh.

"We are totally screwed aren't we?"

-In my world Harry Styles is still hot but like six or five years younger and not part of 1D-

I just realized today that Harry Styles is actually hot. Too bad he's six years older than me and part of One Direction. I only like two of their songs. One just barely.