A/N: So this just takes place a few hours after they got home from their recent demon hunting. Note that I am not Cassie Clare and therefore am not brilliant with anything, so just let me know if I should continue or not. Thanks ya'll!

-Kenxi

Emma peered through the lightly cracked door to Julian's room. He was sitting at a canvas, drawing something which she could not see. Feeling it safe to go inside, she pushed the wooden door open, no knocking needed for her.

Jules didn't so much as flinch by her sudden presence, but continued with his art, putting some finishing grays into the blue of the ocean.

"Hey, Emma," he said, the majority of his focus upon the painting. She knew he wasn't really here mentally, but she still responded to him anyway.

She sat on the small, unkempt bed near him, watching him work. Water wasn't exactly in her "like" list of things, but Jules loved it. And as most people close to him knew, Julian Blackthorn drew the things he loved.

"It's beautiful," she stared at the different shades and colors that brought the painting to life. For some reason, as she looked at it, this work of art seemed different than the ones Jules had done in the past.

Finally, Jules stopped and sat back to look at his finished work. Emma couldn't shake the strange feeling she had. There was something about this painting. The way the waves hit the rocks in such a calm, yet intense manner. The lighting of the sun against the reflection. It seemed familiar in a way, as if she had seen it before-

Jules broke her train of thought, nudging her elbow with his. "So, Em, what's wrong with the painting, huh?"

Emma started, pushing back her previous thoughts and instead focused on what he had just said. "Hmm? What?"

He laughed at her expression and sat the paintbrush down. "You were staring at the painting like you wanted to dissect it."

"Oh, I guess I zoned out. Not your painting's fault, I promise."

His blue-green eyes sparkled with humor. Leave it to Jules to find the positive in all things. "Good thing, too. If pictures start having magical properties, I don't know what I'll do for sure. I'd probably have to resort to reading Sherlock Holmes with Ty."

Now Emma laughed, knowing that Jules read Sherlock Holmes with his brother, Ty, anyway. Not because he necessarily enjoyed the stories, by the Angel no, but because he loved spending time with Ty.

He then turned around to face her for the first time since she had come in. "I can tell you need to ask me something, so shoot." Emma reached forward to wipe some smeared blue paint from his cheek.

"I just came to tell you that dinner going to be ready soon, and you know how your mother is about you being covered in paint at the table."

Surprise lit his face while he stood up. "Wow," he mused, "time really does fly when you're painting the ocean."

Emma raised an eyebrow at that. "Perhaps after dinner I could help you with your quoting skills."

Julian made a face of innocence. "Who, me?" He then smiled and left the room. Emma stuck her tongue out at him behind his back before following.

A/N: Please remember to review! It would mean most awesomeness to me if you did so. Thank ya much.:D

-Kenxi