"No!"

Her breath caught in her throat. Her mind went blank.

"Clare!" Eli grabbed her from behind, as she found herself suddenly unable to stand up. He slowly lowered her to the ground, Fitz following, with his hand still glued to the knife.

Clare finally gasped in shaking breaths from the shaking hands of Fitz, as it jostled the weapon now lodged in her stomach.

Eli quickly reached across and grabbed his wrist in a bruising grip, forcibly steadying his hand. Fitz quickly let go, scrambling backwards and out of Eli's grasp.

"I…I didn't mean for…" Fitz whispered, horror stricken at what he had just done, staring at Clare's rapidly paling face, "Is there…anything I can do?" as he crawled closer to her and Eli.

Eli's head snapped up, "Get away from her," he hissed drawing her form closer to his chest protectively.

"I'm sorry," Fitz choked out, before scrambling up and running down the hallway.

"Clare, can you hear me," Eli asked looking down at her.

"Eli, it hurts," she sobbed out, tears cascading down her cheeks.

"I know," he said, "I can't take it out. I might hurt you more."

"Please…Eli," Clare reached to fist her hands into his shirt, "ma…make it stop."

"I can't," Eli blinked his eyes against the oncoming tears; try in vain to stop the wet tear tracks making their way down his face. He wrapped a hand around the back of her head bringing her close to kiss her forehead, "This is all my fault."

"It's not your fault."

Eli pulled away to look in her pain filled eyes, "How can you say that?" he asked in disbelief.

"I'm the one that jumped in front," she whispered, "I don't regret that."

"You shouldn't have!" Eli cried, "This was my fault, caused by my mistakes…if I would have listened to you…"

"Eli, please don't blame yourse…" she was cut off by a sharp coughing fit that left her breathless and with small spots of blood on her lips.

Eli brushed his fingers against her mouth, "Don't talk, it'll just make it worse."

Clare brought a hand up to hold his hand, "Eli…I," she fought to get air into her lungs, "I…lo," she never finished as another coughing fit racked her chest. Her body, no longer having enough strength to support herself, grew lax. Her eyelids closed, and her breathing became less and far between, until it stopped altogether.

"Clare? Clare!" Eli yelled shaking her, even as her head lolled to the side.

Eli look up and screamed, "Help! Help! Please anyone?" before he gave into the sobs that took over his body.

He didn't know how long he lay there with Clare clutched close to his chest while the tears continued to come. Minutes, hours, days…did it matter anymore? When he felt her body being pulled from his arms, and screamed and trashed, and held on tighter. He would not let her go, he would not let anyone hurt her again. It was his fault, and he would never let anyone take her from him.

The police force ended up having to use three men and Mr. Simpson to restrict his violent ravings. As they rushed Clare off on a stretcher to the waiting ambulance. Eli continued to scream and fight, until he could do no more and broke down to a sobbing quivering mess.

"Clare, please! I'm Sorry."

Ok so I saw the season finale and I totally called it being about Clare and Eli! But I thought someone was gonna get shot…or knifed! But NOOOOO it had to end "Peacefully", so I decided it needed a bit of violent DRAMA! Mwahahahaha…cough ok I'm done…