A/N: I'm doing fanfic100 on livejournal which is a huge project/community dedicated to making 100 stories about a certain couple or character or fandom. Since I think having 100 links under my profile would be beyond overkill, I figure I'll put them all as chapters of one story. Nothing will remain the same from story to story except that they will all feature Sean and Emma. Check out my profile for my link to my writing journal as things will most likely be updated their first and here as the inspiration strikes me.

I don't own Degrassi and if I did you probably wouldn't watch it.

Prompt: Ends
Title: The Ends Justify the Means
Summary: A friendly argument over homework leads to something more. What lengths will Emma go to prove a point to Sean?

"So you're telling me you believe the end justifies the means?" Emma pulled angrily out of Sean's arm and glared back at him with the 'you've got to be kidding me' look he was convinced she had perfected.

"Em, come on!" Sean just sighed exasperated, sitting up and straightening the book she had jostled in her speed to get away from him. "I'm just saying maybe this Prince guy had the right idea – I mean, his little city-thing was pretty well run, right? I mean, maybe today's Toronto could do with a little less poverty."

"First of all, his name is Machiavelli. The Prince is just his most famous work, not like the 80's performing artist. Second, it wasn't a city thing it was a glorified dictatorship. Third," Emma seemed to run out of steam as she stared at Sean's bemused expression. She looked beyond cute when she was passionate about something or other and he half wondered if he started arguments just to watch the way her eyes lit up mid argument and the blush that crept up on her cheeks. "Third, you're wrong!" she finished, no less vehemently, sitting on the edge of the couch.

"I'm wrong?" he laughed. "What's so bad about the good of the many outweighing the needs of a few? Collateral damage and all that."

"Collateral damage?" Emma snorted, crossing her arms against her chest. "That's the last time I let you trick me into watching a Schwarzenegger movie!"

"What? I said I wanted to see that movie with that U.S. politician and you agreed!" Sean held up his hands in the universal gesture of innocence. "It's not my fault you thought I meant it was that global warming snore fest."

"Let me guess? The ends justified the means?" Emma asked raising one eyebrow at him.

"Exactly. See, I knew an example would present itself," Sean stretched his legs out onto the coffee table, placing his hands behind his head as if proud of himself.

Emma looked at him long and hard as if considering something, before she lowered her crossed arms and leaned in close. "Maybe, you're on to something."

Sean sat up quickly. Emma never gave up that easily. "What are you talking about?"

Emma slowly moved towards Sean on the couch, each move deliberate, until she had practically crawled into his lap. "Just . . . maybe you're right," she said pushing a lock of his long wavy hair behind his ear, before capturing his lips in a quick kiss.

She didn't stop there, kissing and sucking and occasionally even nipping her way down his neck until she reached the boundary of his shirt. Her fingers tiptoed down to the bottom of the material and started pulling it over his head, which he was more than happy to help her with, until it lay forgotten on the floor.

"I mean," she whispered between kisses, her warm breath tickling his cool skin. "After all . . . I could . . . get you . . . to agree . . . to . . . just . . . about . . . anything . . . right now."

Sean knew she was speaking but couldn't focus on the words, too caught up in the sensations. Emma was usually reserved, but tonight, she seemed to have no problems taking the initiative and it was literally taking his breath away.

She started to slip her fingers under the waistband of his jeans, dangerously close to some very sensitive parts of his body when she abruptly stood, dusted herself off and walked towards the kitchen.

"Emma!" Sean's breathing was ragged, but the disappointment and anger was still more than evident in that one word.

"Hmmm?" she asked innocently, turning in the doorway as if she hadn't just mauled him during a homework session in her parents' living room.

"What are you doing?" he asked, trying to calm his nerves and other parts.

"I was going to something to drink before finishing history – you want something?" She was so calm and composed, while he was half dressed and gaping.

"I want you to come here and finish what you started," he practically growled.

"And what would you do for me, if I come over and do that for you? Would you agree to watch the 'global warming snorefest'? Would you take me to the dance this Friday at school? Would you sign up for some summer courses to try and make University?"

Sean crossed the room in two bounds and pushing her against the door jam gave her a long, searing kiss, making sure she felt just how much he wanted to continue their activities on the couch. "Do you have to ask? I'll do anything you want."

To her credit, Emma blushed slightly and looked more than a little flustered. "Too bad I don't believe that the ends justify the means, eh?" She pushed him away and walked into the kitchen, throwing a last parting shot over her shoulder. "Consider it . . . collateral damage."

Sean went over to the couch and retrieved his shirt angrily pulling it over his head and flopping onto the couch. His mood was not improved by the sound of the key turning in the door behind him and Manny's giggles following the open door.

"What's your problem?" Manny asked, taking in his disheveled appearance and discarded history books.

"Machivelli," Sean grumbled, silently vowing not to argue with Emma over homework again. Winning just wasn't worth it.