A/N: This fanfic was written before Lady Midnight came out and is based on the snippet at the end of the Tales from Shadowhunter Academy (where Emma heals Julian with the new parabatai magic rune stuff). It picks up right where the snippet ended. Hope you enjoy :)

Unbroken

A Blackstairs fanfic, by OTP-addict

Julian stared at Emma. The rune was healing him faster than anything he had ever experienced. As he looked in her eyes, he felt something shift – his ability to restrain himself, he realized. He saw it in Emma's eyes, as well. Someone leaned forwards, someone reached for the other, and their lips met.

The urgency of the kiss was overwhelming. Years of pent up passion, longing, and wanting but not being able to have, breaking free and soaring around in the crammed space of the car as the two revelled in the feel of the other's mouth and skin and warmth. Emma's hands roamed through Julian's hair, his arms wound around her waist, pressing her against him. Their lips were pressed bruisingly hard together. Tongues danced and teeth clashed.

Julian felt like he was falling freely through the air, his body entwined with Emma's. They were rapidly getting closer and closer to the ground, and as they struck, realization hit them both and they split suddenly.

Emma looked like she could cry. Julian understood how she felt.

She removed herself clumsily from his lap and rummaged through the floor of the car for something, he didn't know what.

"Emma," Julian said.

She kept feeling around for whatever it was she was looking for, and as her hands emerged, he saw a cleansing wipe in them. She began wiping blood off of her hands and arms.

"Emma, look at me," Julian tried again.

"What do you want me to say?!" Emma shouted, unshed tears in her eyes, as she hurled the wipe aside with enough power that it smacked hard against the dashboard of the car.

Julian was baffled at her sudden outburst, but she continued.

"You want me to say that it's all gonna be fine, and that we'll work it out and we can be together? Because we can't! And you know that, and I know that, and the whole goddamn Shadowhunter WORLD knows that! So what do you want me to say? You want me to tell you just how long I've been in love with you? Or how I've been dying to tell you and kiss you and leave it all behind and do what I want? Or do you want me to tell you how I've been praying to God and all the angels that, if nothing else, you wouldn't feel the same way?"

Now he had to stop her. "Why would you pray–"

"Because otherwise I would have no excuse," Emma interrupted, much more quietly than her previous speech, but at the same time infinite amounts more passionately. She leaned into Julian and continued where they had left off. And he was in the air again. But instead of falling, now he was flying.

"You don't… make… any sense," he whispered between kisses, smoothing his hand over her hair, continuing down her neck to her spine, all the way down to the small of her back, tracing the shape of a heart there. She shivered. He loved it.

"Mmh," Emma replied. Julian knew it meant, "I don't care, shut up."

And she landed right back in his lap, her hands running up his bare chest, her hair tickling his face and neck, her smell enveloping him, submerging him in a world of Emma.

The real world fell away to nothing, and they soon realized that giving in was what would save them, not what would condemn them. Holding back left them both broken. Giving in was what mended them, what made them whole, what made them unbroken.