What's up everyone? Well here I am with my first fanfic, I'm still new so please try to be easy on me! This idea just popped into my head and ended up making me start writing fanfiction! I'm sorry for any grammar issues, but I truly hope you guys enjoy the first installment of; 'You Slipped Through My Fingers Once."
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Degrassi or anything else.
"Clare, I'll come back for you, no matter what. We'll meet here, at this gate, a year from now, then we can live the rest of our lives together."
"How do I know that Eli? Godamnit, we've only been married for seven months and you're already leaving me."
"You knew we would go through this the day you became the wife of a soldier Clare, I have to do this, it's what I am." I raised my hands, holding his face, drenching in this last moment before his gate opened.
"I know that, and I will accept you, for whatever and whoever you are, but come back to me, or I swear to go-"
"Right here, a year from now blue eyes," he interrupted me.
"Right here, a year from now," I repeated, smiling as the tears cascaded down my cheeks.
"All uniformed military personnel, please board the aircraft at this time."
He stared down at me, sadness and longing in his emerald eyes. He leaned down for one last kiss, I savored the moment, this would be our last kiss for a long time. With one small last peck, he descended towards the gate. Before finally entering, he cast one final glance at me, his smirk and emerald eyes the last thing I saw.
Clare's Perspective
6 years later
"Why can't I play outside?" I heard E.J whine from the living room.
"It's raining outside, E.J, we wouldn't want you to get a cold." I heard Adam chuckle afterwords.
"Daddy's right, E.J, maybe tomorrow," I said sighing from the kitchen, in many ways, he was just like Eli, always being stubborn. Tears pricked my eyes as I thought back to the day my life was indescribably altered.
I was just doing the laundry, like any other day, while Adam was skimming through channels on the television. After Eli being gone, Adam became my support system, not like he wasn't already. I was glad to have a best friend to take care of me while Eli was gone. The door bell suddenly rang while I was still drying the clothes.
"Adam! Could you get that please?" I yelled frustrated.
"Yeah yeah sure!" He yelled back.
After the clothes being finally folded, I walked back upstairs to find Adam in the kitchen, his back turned towards me. "Who was at the door?" I asked. He turned towards me, a letter in his hand, a solemn look sketched across his face. I knew that look. "No, NO, Adam NO! That's just a letter saying he's coming back soon!" I screamed, I put my hands over my face, the tears already streaming down my face. I crouched down, this wasn't it, it couldn't be. Adam slowly approached me, and bent down to my level, he slowly engulfed me in the one thing I needed most, a hug.
It had turn out, Eli was hit during combat, but they never found his body. For the next year, I wasn't Clare Goldsw-Edwards anymore. I was nothing. Losing the one person, who promised to never leave me, left. I resorted to questioning God and everything I had ever believed in for taking him away. Adam tried countless times to bring me out of this dark and dreary slump, he kept repeating things like, "Eli wouldn't want this Clare, he would want you to be happy." Bullshit.
I would sit in my bedroom, in the pitch black dark, alone with my thoughts. What would Eli and I would be doing at this moment? If he were still here; having a child.
That very thought, was the very thought that brought me to live life again. If Eli couldn't be here, then his legacy would. Over the next few months, I decided I was going to have a child, in memory of Eli, so I could have that one last piece of him with me. I searched for a good sperm donor, and within a few weeks, I was pregnant.
Knowing I couldn't take care of this baby alone, Adam volunteered to be the baby's father. Words could not express how grateful I was for Adam to father a child that wasn't his. My mother, who was also surprisingly distraught about Eli's death, went along with the idea knowing this was a good thing for me.
Nine months of planning, preparing and nurturing came to a close on a breezy November day. When Adam and I laid eyes on the newborn baby boy, it was magical to say the least. He had ocean blue eyes and a patch of auburn curly locks just like me. It didn't matter anymore that this wasn't Adam's biological son, he had already cast a protective hand over the baby. This was the start, of something entirely new.
Here I am, washing dishes, reminiscing about how my three year old came to be. After putting away everything I settled into a chair in the dining room, Adam soon joining me.
"Tough day?" Adam asked smiling at me.
"Oh god you have no idea, I had to finish all the articles that I should've finished last night but couldn't because E.J had a cold." I laughed, my poor baby had a cold and wouldn't go to sleep.
"Whoah, how come I didn't hear him? He's usually quite loud when he's sick," Adam said surprised.
"You were sleeping like a log!" I laughed shaking my head. Suddenly E.J whipped by me heading straight for the front door. "Oh no you don't! You're not going outside!" I yelled smiling, "Elijah Junior, you better get back here!" I hollered hearing Adam laugh hysterically.
Eli's Perspective
It had been six years since I'd seen this house, and man, did I miss it. I couldn't wait to see Clare. After being rescued by one of the villages in Iraq, then having been in a coma for a year, then being held for questioning repeatedly by the U.S government for another fours years, I thought I'd never see my family and most importantly my love, Clare. The government wouldn't notify Clare I was alive until they were rock solid sure I wasn't a spy.
Something I didn't miss, was the heavy rain that usually poured over our town. With my leather jacket dripping with water, the anticipation was too much to bear. Heading up to the door, I noticed the doorbell was broken, and judging from the loud music, knocking would seem trivial. I peeked through the living room window and was met with a scene of shock. There sat a little boy, that looked exactly like Clare. Pain shot through my chest as it dawned on me that Clare had moved on with another man. Though I couldn't blame her, I promised I'd never leave her when in the end, I did. But It didn't hurt much less.
I must've gasped pretty loud since the little boy perked his head towards my direction and instantly saw me. Before, running away fast enough, I couldn't help but be captivated at how his now peculiar eyes were the same ocean blue eyes I fell in love and am still in love with, long ago. Snapping out of it, I realized the little boy was getting up running towards the front door to question me. Standing up quickly, I ran trying to find a spot to hide when suddenly, I heard the most angelic voice I could never ever forget.
"Elijah Junior, you better get back here!"
Don't hurt me! Haha well I hope you guys liked the fic so far. I know the explanation of Eli's whereabouts when he "died" seem very rushed and not well put together, but you'll get a clear explanation throughout the story.
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Regards,
RP xx