Summary: Set after week 5, Clare is worried and confused, Eli helps her and she helps him.

Author's Note: I was tired of Cake, and this is what happens. I know mine is spelled like m'Y'ne. it's on purpose.

Genre/s: Helping/ Angst

Story Type: AU

Rating: K (PG)

Pairing: EClare

Disclaimer: Eclare would trump Cake if I owned Degrassi.

I couldn't feel my toes. There was absolutely no feeling in them. I looked around me, it was icy everywhere, like a blizzard. I tried remembering what was happening, I had fallen asleep after had gotten home, exhausted. Rehearsals were always horrible leading up to the big day, even though we were sort of months away. They're even worse when someone from the newspaper pops in from time to time. Especially when that someone is Clare, whose current boyfriend is working on set and can take breaks to talk to her, while I'm with the cast, pining that she would give me another chance.

Even so, Clare was watching, so I had made sure everyone was doing their best. I had blown up at Imogene though, after school. She was like a pest, just waiting on the sidelines, always there and you couldn't get rid of her. I really thought I wouldn't need my meds, I mean I've been under control of myself for a few weeks now and this was the first time I've really blown up- like, BLOWN UP, at someone. Not counting the 'Little Miss Steak's' incident . . . but I was still cold and couldn't feel my toes.

I was getting mad, the air was swirling and I couldn't help notice the pressure rising with my feelings. I needed something. It was out of my grasp, but I needed it. It was myne, and I wanted it. It. Was. MYNE! I woke up with a jolt. My eyes flew open and I could feel my toes again. My hand went to my nightstand, grabbing for something. When I finally clasped it I brought it in front of me. My sight was clearing and I was able to read the gold watch. 9:48, it was Saturday.

I put it back down, and was about to close my eyes to go back to bed, when something caught my eye. I turned over in my bed looking toward my desk. I had to be dreaming because this couldn't be real. She had her back towards me, messing with something in her hands. As she turned back toward me I quickly closed my eyes, feigning sleep.

"Nice try, Eli. I saw you wake up." She said with her voice scolding with a slight tease in it. I opened them again, and took her in. She was in a purple shirt and a pair of jeans, with a black headband in her hair. She handed me a glass a juice and put a pill in my hand, it was small and white, circular.

"Where did you get this?" I asked her, turning it over and over in my palm. I looked up to stare at her. She was watching my movements, testing the waters. "Why are you even here? Didn't do enough damage?" I asked her, my voice full of sarcasm.

"Eli, don't be so cynical. I wanted to talk to you. You're worrying me." She said, taking a seat at my desk. She clasped her hands in front of her, looking at me, her legs crossed. "It's your medicine, you're mom asked me to give it to you, and she had your refill and called me. Why didn't she call Adam?" She asked, sitting up straight as I pulled myself up in my own bed leaning against the wall and pillows.

"We don't talk much. Why do you even care? You left me, remember? You have moved on. I have to see it about every day. The weekend is my peaceful time, can't you leave me be?" I asked her, as she moved to the end of my bed, curling up at the end of it. I watched her.

"Remember when we were cleaning your room? You said I earned oh-so-many free night at Eli's hotel of B&B, was it casa de la Eli? Oh, I miss that." She reminisced as I watched a sparkle come into her eyes and couldn't help relive that moment with her. She suddenly looked at me, meeting my eyes. "I was the hero." She said, and I went back to Wednesday, after school where she talked to me about the play. I was lost in her eyes, and it felt as if we were back to the way we were, that I could walk over and kiss her if I wanted to.

"You were always the hero, Clare." I told her, smiling at her, as I watched her smile at me, right back. She looked outside my window, light was shining through. I want to reach for her, hold her in my arms, but something was nagging at me. "Why are you here, Edwards?" I asked her and she looked back at me.

"I'm confused. I thought we were done with, but now I have feeling for Jake, and I'm worried all the time, it seems, about you. I worry if Jake is safe when he is working on the set; I worry if you're safe every day. It's confusing." She said, sitting up and looking out my window.

"Come here." I said to her. Know that what I was about to do was going to break me, even if I could talk her into it, and she didn't respond to it. I guess it was a good thing I had my pills back. She just looked at me. I sighed and got up, not realizing that I was in lack of a shirt, but it didn't really matter. I walked to where I was in front of her, and held out my hand, she took it. Standing in front of me, a little shorter she looked into my eyes, and I got caught up in hers.

I leaned down toward her, my hands wrapping around her neck, I felt her breath stall from her pulse under my finger. I felt her hands grabbed onto my arm, I could feel her so close now. Her eyes were shut, but she had to make the final move. To my surprise, she did. She clung to me, feeling her lips again, it was . . . amazing. To have her in my arms, and be like we were, it was an incredible feeling.

All of my emotions slowed down, and my craziness was, like it was wrapping itself up and putting itself in a tight little box in the corner of my mind. I felt sane and rational, normal, for the first time in weeks. I felt like Eli again. Time slowed down, and I saw myself and Clare kissing, like and OBE. It was like that body wasn't myne. I saw us turning the kiss into more, and rendition of my 'French exam' if you will. We were clinging to each other like the air you breathe.

I carefully pulled myself away, and detangled her from me. "Remember who you are Clare; don't do anything you'll regret. It's okay if you're not ready." I said to her as she laid her forehead against my own, nodding. She sighed before she, herself spoke aloud.

"I've already done something I regret." She said, cuddling into me, I rested my head on hers as we fell back onto my bed. "I broke my promises." She whispered, and hugged me tighter.

"Well, if you want to be, you can be stuck with me, again." I said, whispering it in her ear.

"I think I know why your mom called me." She mumbled into my chest. I wordlessly voice a 'hmm?' and she replied to that with: "Because of this." I chuckled. She turned toward me rapidly and grabbed my hands. "So then, I guess I'm stuck with you, just like you said you were stuck with me." She said, a smile christening both our faces.

"What about Jake?" I asked her, nodding to her phone on my desk. She shrugged.

"I'll deal with him tonight." She said. "You've never pressured me." She said and I looked at her with a look that was like 'what are you talking about?' She looked serious though. "Anytime I threw myself at you, you always backed off, know that I wasn't ready even though you had to have been." She said, looking at me.

"Clare, I'll always put you first." I said, as she leaned in to give me another kiss over and over again.