All right you guys! I just came up with this story idea…I'm pretty eager for winter. (Holidays, snow, church) So I came up with this. (: I really like what I have here..And I hope you do too.

-Bumblebee93

Disclaimer: Don't own Degrassi or any quotes used in this story.

I'm not crazy. I'm a long way from crazy. Doing one crazy thing does not make a person crazy.

~Trudie; Holiday in Handcuffs

Clare-

As she closed up shop for the night, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It had been a long hard day. Between her boss's angry demands, the stupid elf costume she had to wear, and the last minute shoppers, she couldn't wait to go home to her little apartment. Nothing sounded better than dumplings from Mr. Wang's and a chick flick with Ali, her roommate.

Flipping the open sign over, she shut the door. Where had she parked this morning? She tried her best to remember as she shuffled down the side walk. It was mid- December and Toronto had already had 3 feet of snow. Her feet were freezing, and her fingers were beginning to go numb. Despite how awful she felt, she couldn't help but smile as she climbed into her car. The holidays were here, and even she, the cranky elf in Old and New Toys could feel the magic that was in the air.

Climbing into her rusty little station wagon, she shoved the key in the ignition and waited for it to warm up. The snow was beginning to fall heavier, the roads would be a mess tomorrow. Turning on the radio, the car filled with the sound of Christmas carols.

As she began the drive home, she barely noticed the warm glow coming from the shop windows. She was much too focused on not hitting the shoppers that scurried around the street. Being an employee at the mall, she had been done with the holidays before they'd even started.

She pulled up to a red light, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel impatiently. As it turned green, she double checked to make sure there were no last minute shoppers making their way across the street. The last thing she needed was a dent on the hood of her car.

She made a left. The wrong left. And it led her to a nearly deserted street. The street lamps lit up the dark with a dull orange glow and cars were parked on the street. But other than that it was dead. She drove farther down, hoping for a way out.

Eli-

He pulled his jacket on tighter as he hurried out the door of the store.

"I'll be there in a few minutes Immy. " He practically yelled into the phone, Imogen had been incredibly clingy lately, calling him as often as she could, bringing him lunch at work, it seemed everywhere he went she was there. They were supposed to be meeting at her favorite restaurant for dinner tonight.. He had to make a stop for an "Early Christmas Present" for her.

He had come across it a week or so ago, and even though it was way out of his price range, and the shop wasn't in the best of neighbor hoods, he had decided the look on her face would be worth it.

Without looking both ways, he hurried across the street to where his car was parked. A honking horn and a blindingly bright light. And then everything went black.

Clare-

Her phone began to ring, it was probably Ali calling to remind her to pick up dinner on her way back to the apartment. Reaching down, she began to dig in her purse for her phone.

"C'mon. Where are ya.." she mumbled to herself, finally wrapping her hands around the slick plastic case. Sitting back up in her seat, she realized that she wasn't the only one out tonight. There was somebody hurrying across the street, and they were dangerously close to being run down.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Clare slammed on the breaks, hit the horn as hard as she could, and prayed that she would stop in time. The flash of black and the thud made it known that she hadn't.

When the car stopped, she climbed out of it as carefully as she could. Hands covering her eyes, she poked her head out towards the ground. Almost afraid to look, she glanced down to the packed down snow to see a dark haired man. His eyes were shut, and he wasn't moving.

Eli-

Had he died? Was he in heaven? He couldn't be sure. But if this was heaven he'd hate to be in hell. Whatever he was lying on, it was hard and cold. There was something warm trickling down his face, and if he didn't know any better. He'd say its blood. That wouldn't make sense though. If he was dead, he wouldn't be bleeding. The only thing that made sense was the voice he was hearing. It must have belonged to an angel.

"Oh shit. Oh shit shit shit! Clare! How could you do this? Killed a guy right before Christmas! Great. What do I do? I can't leave. But I can't stay…shit!"

His head was pounding. That wasn't right either, if he was in heaven shouldn't all of the pain be gone by now? He let out a groan, slowly opening his eyes. There was a very blurry angel in front of him. It had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. The only problem there was that the angel seemed to be crying.

Clare-

She stood there over the poor man's body trying to figure out what she should do. Turning herself in would be the right thing, but she didn't really want to spend the holidays in jail. She lowered herself onto the ground, trying to figure out what to do. Glancing at the body next to her, she took in the damage. It didn't look too bad a couple of cuts and bruises, how could it have killed him? She bent down to get a closer look, only to find that the body began to groan, opening its eyes. She jumped back, stifling a scream.

"Sir? Are you okay? " she questioned, cautiously leaning over him once more.

"Such a pretty Angel. Why are you crying?" the man had a smile on his face, but his eyebrows were pushed together in deep concern.

Shit. He thinks I'm an angel. She tucked her hair behind her ear, biting her lip. She couldn't think way to respond to the poor man. She glanced away for a second, trying to avoid his concerned gaze. When she looked back, he was passed out again.

This wasn't good. It wasn't as bad as when she thought she'd killed the guy, but now that he was alive, she couldn't very well leave him here alone.

"Looks like you're coming with me," she muttered to herself. Draping the man's arm over her body, she managed to get him off the ground. It took more than 10 minutes, but slowly but surely, she managed to get him into her car.

Picking up her phone, she made a call to the apartment.

"Hey Ali? Meet me out front in 20. We have a guest."

Question of the Chapter: What would you do in Clare's situation?

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