So I was on Youtube, and one of my video recommendations was Degrassi The Boiling Point Week 3. I watched it, and there was a certain picture in there, of Clare and Eli by Morty, and it inspired me to write this. Honestly, I'm really kinda worried about the Fitz thing, ha.

"Why are you even messing with him? You're going to get yourself killed!" She exclaimed, exasperated and worried and entirely to upset to be making rational decisions on what to say.

She pulled her beige sweater tighter around her body. Was it colder, or was it just her?

He sighed, and her thoughts were torn from the temperature to the more pressing matter in front of her. He threw down the red rag he'd been using to polish Morty and stared at her, an edge to his eyes. "I know what I'm doing, Clare."

His words stung. She crossed her arms tighter, visibly retreating. "I'm not saying you don't." her voice faltered. "I'm just…"

He raised an eyebrow, his face still steel and anger. "At a loss for words, English partner?" The contrast of the humor of his words and the sharp anger of his face almost made her smile. Almost…

"Eli. I just don't want you hurt. And you will get hurt." She said softly.

He searched her face, seeing the red flush in her cheeks and the glassy glaze on her blue eyes. He almost asked her why she even cared, but he knew the answer, and he had a feeling Clare knew it too. He pushed up his sleeves a little further and took a step towards Clare, his face crumpling, light back in his eyes.

"I know."

Then, without warning, he moved towards her and wrapped her into his arms. He felt her chest shake a little, and something inside of him twanged. You're making a mistake, his internal voice said, but he didn't listen. "But I'm not going to stand here and just take it. Sure, today it's just my car, but what about tomorrow? Adam? Myself?" He paused. "You?... I couldn't live with that."

She pulled away slightly and looked at him, at his face, the darkness beneath his eyes, the weary sadness in his green orbs. She nodded, slowly.

"I couldn't live without you." She murmured, so softly he had to strain to hear it.

He bent down, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

"It's going to be okay, Clare. Don't worry." His words were reassuring, but both knew somewhere, that somehow it wasn't going to be that simple.