Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi. Haven't we been through this before?

Emma walked into the apartment. It felt like the cold of the rain was soaking into her bones. Sean shuffled his feet a bit. "So, um, I'm just gonna go take a shower," he said finally. "That's fine. I'm sleeping on the couch tonight, okay?" He shook his head. "No, it's okay, I can sleep on the couch. You can take the bed." "No, really. I insist." Emma hated talking to Sean like this, as if he was a stranger, as if she had to be polite. It sounded so awkward. She wanted to yell at him and tear his hair out and cry and let him hold her and feel loved again. She wanted to be told everything would be alright, especially now, when she was so afraid it wouldn't be. Emma sighed, and brushed her hair back. She changed into some dry pajamas and settled into the couch, trying to fall asleep. But, naturally, she had a horrible case of insomnia. She reached out for Sean, and then she remembered that he wasn't there.

xXx

It was two o'clock in the morning when Sean woke up. Not by choice, but by the familiar scent of her. He turned, and there she was, right next to him. She rested her hand on his back, lightly tracing over his shoulder blades with her finger.

"Do you remember that fight you had in Jimmy in Grade Seven? And you ended up pushing me into leaves?" She didn't wait for an answer. "I was so mad at you that day. I ran home and told my mom everything. She said that she could understand why I was angry, but maybe I should really think about it before I dumped you. She said that no one is perfect. I mentally dismissed it as a standard mother lecture, and you know the rest of the story. But maybe there is a part of people that is perfect. Even if most of the world thinks you're a screw-up, but there's still that one person out there who needs you more than anything. We're perfect in our imperfections." She paused for a long time. "Does that make any sense?" Sean ran his fingers through her hair. "Em, I'm so sorry." "Look, let's just stop this. It's over. We fought, and it was bad, and it's over now. I just, I want to be us again." Sean wrapped his arms around her waist. "Let's just go to sleep," Emma said quietly. But she didn't go to sleep. She waited for Sean to go to sleep first, and listened to him until she had memorized the patterns of his breathing. She let herself fall back into safety, and into a dream.

xXx

I'm walking next to you, and we're just talking and laughing about nothing general. It's just one of those lazy days when everything seems right. I look down and see that my fist is clamped tightly around something. I open my hand and there it is: a white-hot flash; the promise of a miracle.

xXx

Emma woke up and saw that she had been holding Sean's hand in her sleep.

We are perfect in our imperfections.

A/N: Did you like this chapter? I don't really know about it. I'll read it and think it's good, then I'll read it again and be like, "Nah, bad-bad." I've been working on this damn thing for three hours! Ugh! R&R...hope you liked it...don't be brutal.