PAIRING: ElixFitz aka Elitz, because they are obviously meant to be

WARNING: Swearing, drug use, and guy on guy sex is totally in this fic's future.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Degrassi. But trust me, if I did, it would just be Slash Kingdom.

A/N: This was gonna be a oneshot, but my brain saw so much potential ;)

CHAPTER 1

"Fuck!" huffed out Elijah Goldsworthy as he chucked his phone across the room. The boiling head from within consumed his entire body. The anger overwhelming him, he got up from his bed and clenched his fists. Feeling his frustration increasing even more, he had a sudden urge to hit something. He absolutely hated when this happened, when he got so overcome with this rage. Remembering some of the exercises Clare had tried to teach him, he shut his eyes and took in a deep breath. Holding it for a brief moment, he breathed out and unclenched his fists.

He hated when Clare did this, he was her boyfriend and he deserved to know everything that was going on in her life. She was keeping so many stuff from him and he knew it. His job, like he had stated many times, was to protect her and he needed to keep tabs on her life in order to do so, especially after Fitz, his sworn enemy, had been released from juvie. He had been talking to Clare recently and it was driving Eli crazy, knowing that the guy that almost stabbed him was trying to get closer to Clare. Even though she swore, she wouldn't let anything come between them, she had started distancing herself from Eli, which in turn, brought out the anger inside of him.

Remembering the reason why he had gotten angry in the first place, Eli went to his phone, first to check if it wasn't broken, and second to see if Clare had sent him another text. Nope, nothing. Letting out a huff, Eli read the last text that she had sent him once more. "Eli, you don't need to be around me all the time. Can you just give me a day alone... please?"

Shaking his head, attempting to rid his mind of the anger that was starting to build inside hm once again, Eli decided to check the locks on all the doors and windows of the house. He didn't like the feeling of not being secure in his own home, and all these scenarios would play in his head, effectively giving him the jitters. His parents, Cece and Bullfrog, were out for the night, at some rock concert. They had invited Eli along, but he had chose to stay home, just in case Clare needed him. He couldn't be too far away from her, in case something came up. Even though she didn't want to be with him tonight, he still had to be there as her lifeline. Going through each room, Eli triple checked to make sure every single window and door was locked.

Successfully securing the house, Eli went and got a glass of water, helping sooth the remaining fury that was boiling beneath the surface of his skin. Still feeling a bit riled up, he decided to watch some TV, anything that could get his mind of Clare. Plopping down on the coach, he grabbed the remote and began flipping through the channels. It seemed that in his time of need, there was nothing amusing for him to watch. Mentally cursing, he rolled his eyes, laid down and decided on a low budget horror film...

Knocking at the door was the first thing Eli heard as he jolted up. Looking at the TV screen, he quickly realized that he had fell asleep. Rubbing his eyes, he checked the time to see that it was past midnight. Ugh, who the hell could be at the door at this time? Confused and still sleepy, he got up from the couch and made his way to the door. His parents said that they wouldn't be home until morning, but maybe they came back early or something. But didn't they have the spare key with them? They wouldn't need to knock on the door... unless they lost it. The knocking on the front door commenced, snapping Eli out of his thoughts and making him lose his train of thought. Reaching for the doorknob, he twisted it and slowly opened the door. His jaw nearly dropped when he opened the door, and Eli had to blink to make sure what he was seeing was real. The person standing on his doorstep was the last person that he thought would ever be here, Mark Fitzgerald, better known as Fitz.

Eli felt his body shut down all around him and he was frozen in place, his sworn enemy standing right in front of him. His body going numb all around him, Eli was hit with a wave of thoughts. What is he doing here? What did he want? Is he going to kill me? Is it about Clare? Where's Clare? The sudden explosions of questions frightened Eli even more as he tried to find a reason to why his worst enemy was here at his house. He thought about it hard but he just couldn't put any of the pieces together. What the hell is he doing here?

The trembling in his body began in his fingers and radiated to the rest of his body. Trying not to lose his composure, Eli continued to think about why Fitz was standing her right in front of him. Eli was in no way up for a fight, and he suddenly felt a wave of fear at the thought. But yet he didn't close the door, he just stood there. Nearly fainting, Eli stood there waiting for Fitz to speak, move, to do anything.

"I need to talk to you." were the first words that came out of Fitz's mouth and Eli remained still, not phased by the words, but yet attempting to analyze them. "Is it okay if I come in?" he continued as Eli, continuing to tremble, afraid that if he tried to move his legs would give out from under him.

"It's really important, and I promise you, I'm not here to fight or anything. I just want to talk." pleaded Fitz, before breathing out his final plea, "Please?"

Starting to regain control and sensation of his body, Eli took a few steps back, fully opened the door and gestured for Fitz to come in. Keeping a close eye on the bully as he let him in, Eli closed the door behind them. Locking it Eli put his head against the door, and tried to process what he had just done. He had just willingly let the guy who pulled a knife on him, into his house. What the fuck was wrong with him? Why did he just do this? Why? Closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath, Eli stepped into the living room. Seeing Fitz on his sofa, sent a quick chill up Eli's spine, and even though he had promised he just wanted to talk, Eli remained extremely cautious as he took a seat on the edge of the sofa, farthest from Fitz.

An ice cold silence filled the air all around them, as they did nothing but look in the opposite directions of each other. They stayed like this for a few minutes, not speaking or looking at each other, not even breathing to loudly. The tension, or whatever this was called could be cut with a knife. Fumbling with his fingers, Eli gave a quick look over at Fitz, who had his head down, sulking and... was that a tear? Quickly turning his head back, Eli nervously tapped his fingers, still being able to feel his own body trembling. A few more minutes passed and Eli let out a long sigh. Mentally cursing himself, Eli hoped that Fitz hadn't heard him.

"I'm. I'm just so sorry," let out Fitz, trying his hardest not to let out a sob. Taking in a deep breath, he looked up at Eli and continued. "I don't know how many times I can say it. I'm just so sorry for everything."

Turning his head to face Fitz, Eli felt his heart drop. He had never seen someone show so much emotion with just a simple apology. Looking into his former bully's eyes, Eli could see it all. He could see the sincerity, the honesty, the true sorrow and pain that was seeping out of the blue orbs. The tears that were practically streaming down his face, made Eli feel even more guilty. At that moment he wished that their stupid feud had never started in the first place.

Feeling so overcome with emotion, Eli felt his eyes start water, and he fought hard to make sure that they didn't slide down his cheeks. Wiping his face, Eli gave another look at the "big bully" in front of him that was practically convulsing from crying so hard. They had been going up against each other since last year, and at the end of the day, it was for nothing. They had tried to hurt the other and here, they both were, crying in front of each other as one begged the other for forgiveness. For the first time, Eli actually felt for Fitz. He just wanted to hold and console him.

Scooting down the sofa, Eli did the only thing that he could think of. Carefully putting his arms around Fitz's neck, he hugged Fitz with all the strength that he had left. Returning the embrace, Fitz grabbed on to Eli's body and squeezed onto him even harder. Burying his face into Eli's chest, Fitz let out all the cries that he had been holding in.

"I'm so sorry, Eli... I'm just so sorry... Please forgive me." cried out Fitz in between his sobs. Fitz squeezed on for dear life, as Eli held on to him with all his might. Stroking Fitz's hair to attempt to calm him down, Eli closed his eyes and finally let out what he had been wanting to say for so long.

"It's okay Fitz... I forgive you."