Clare and Eli – Set After All Falls Down Part 2
A/N: So this is my first venture into Degrassi Fanfiction. I've read a lot and have been inspired to write this after seeing All Falls Down Part 2. I would love to hear your reviews, and to see how you think I can improve my writing. Any criticisms are GLADLY taken because I want to become a lot better than I am. With that being said here is my one-shot on what happens after Fitz is arrested, and Simpson speaks to Clare, Eli, Holly J and Sav.
Eli POV
The police had just finished loading Fitz into the police car. His head was down, hands cuffed behind his back.
Arrested, once again but not on something silly like it was the first time - when I had tricked him into taking the ID with a criminal's name on it. I had hoped that the whole ID fiasco would scare him, so that everything would be finished, but it started much more than I could handle.
I glanced over at Clare. She was obviously rattled. She had told on herself to Simpson, and he had promised punishment.
Another thing that was my fault.
I was the one who put her in that situation. I was the one who went to Simpson to blame the stink bomb on Fitz. You could hear her nerves in her voice when Simpson asked her if I was telling the truth and she said, "probably."
And now, because of my decision and the chain of events that followed, I had put her and myself in danger.
I thought I was dead, I thought he was going to kill me and that Clare would have to watch.
There was a time that I wished for death – when Julia had died – I wanted nothing more but to be with her forever. No matter what people thought, I was the one responsible. Even if I didn't mean what I said and even if I didn't mean to let her leave Morty to ride off in her bike, it was my fault.
But my Clare. She had wanted to pick up my broken pieces, dust them off, and glue them back together again. She had wanted to help me, to love me.
I was foolish to get angry with her over going with Fitz, for wanting her to mess with his drink. I was foolish for wanting her.
She deserved someone so much better. Someone who wouldn't put her in danger, like I had. Someone who wouldn't put her in crazy predicaments. Someone who wasn't broken. She deserved someone much more than me.
This was why it was my fault. I had pursued Clare knowing that I was "messed."
She could've died today.
No matter if Fitz had only meant to "scare" me. Something could have went wrong with the knife, things always go wrong. Nothing ever goes the way you intend it to.
The knife went into the wall. It could've easily gone into my heart, and I wouldn't even be able to contemplate what had happened.
I was unsure of where I stood with her. She hadn't said a word since Simpson had left and we wandered over to a nearby bench.
I took her hand in mine and squeezed while attempting to look in her eyes. I needed to know what she was thinking. Her head was bent slightly.
"Talk to me," I said, hoping that my voice came out clear. I didn't want my words to betray what I was truly feeling inside, turmoil.
She picked her head up to look at me. "I think I should be angry with you," she started. "But I'm not… I'm just happy you're okay, and I think that makes me crazy and irrational."
I cracked a small smile. "Just like me."
"Just like you," she whispered, and I captured her lips in mine, knowing that tomorrow she might come to her senses. That she would learn that she would be a lot better off without me.
But tonight, right now, in this precise moment, she was mine.
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