Two updates in two days! Oh how I love spring break. Welp, I'm already in love with the ship that is Jemma, so here ya go! Reviews would be amazing!

Disclaimer: Cassandra Clare's, not mine.

Julian's skin was cold, as if he'd been leaning out the window into the night air. She turned his hand and drew with her finger on his bare forearm. It was something they'd done since they were small children and didn't want to get caught talking during lessons. Over the years they'd gotten so good at it that they could map out detailed messages on each other's hands, arms, even their shoulders through their T-shirts.

D-I-D Y-O-U E-A-T? she spelled out.

Julian shook his head, still staring at Livvy and Ty. His curls were sticking up in tufts as if he'd been raking his hands through his hair. She felt his fingers, light on her upper arm. N-O-T H-U-N-G-R-Y.

Emma glared at him. He shrugged. Suddenly, a loud cry startled them from their conversation. They both turned from the third story window to see an extremely unhappy Octavian, tears streaming down his baby cheeks. All of the other children bolted upright in surprise – except Ty, who could sleep through anything.

Julian hurried over to Octavian, scooping up the baby.

"Shhhh," he whispered. "You have to be quiet. We're hiding." He gently rocked baby Tavvy, and after what seemed like forever he was quiet.

Emma, still frozen at her spot by the window, let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. She personally was not okay with being shoved in a deserted room– she wanted to fight, she always would – but she and Julian were responsible for all of the little ones. One mistake and Sebastian and his minions would find them. And then they'd be in real trouble.

"Go back to sleep," Julian commanded quietly to everyone in the room. He returned to his place next to Emma. They both stared out the window. The city was dark and quiet – for now, at least. Nearly everyone in the city was preparing for the battle which could begin at any moment. The Blackthorn children and Emma had been hidden away and left alone hours ago.

Worry gnawed at Emma. Her parents were out there fighting, and she couldn't do anything but stand here and stay quiet.

H-E-Y . C-A-N I A-S-K Y-O-U S-O-M-E-T-H-I-N-G? spelled Julian from Emma's shoulder down to her wrist.

D-U-H.

W-O-U-L-D Y-O-U L-I-K-E T-O B-E P-A-R-A-B-A-T-A-I?

Emma's head snapped towards Julian, stunned. They'd only just gotten their fist runes a few months ago! But if she was honest with herself, she knew what she wanted. She turned back towards the window. Was that a flame she saw in the distance?

Without looking, her fingers flew over Jules' arm.

O-F C-O-U-R-S-E.