Thank you all for your reviews! Okay, I know I dubbed this story to be discontinued since 2012, but I was doing some writing for another story last week and I thought I should finish this since I can wrap it up with one chapter. So I'm sorry that I am updating this after two and a half years, but I just had to finish this. Just to recap: Fiona and Imogen notice that Eli seemed low so they tried to find a way for Eli and Clare to get back together, they do what they can to make this happen (including stealing Clare's diary), Jake gets involved when he discovers that they stole Clare's diary, Fiona starts to feel neglected since Imogen is spending time with Clare to get info, Fiona learns that Eli does not have feelings for Clare while realizing that she is not ready to be in love with Imogen, the truth comes out, Clare and Eli become friends again, Imogen believes that everything is over between her and Fiona, and now Eli has a plan. I think that's pretty much everything.

This is the last chapter, so I hope you guys enjoy it. Read, review, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi or Joan Jett and the Blackhearts.


Chapter Nine

"Imogen, this is just what you need," Clare said over the phone as she stirred a pot as quietly as possible that Friday night.

"I don't know, Clare," Imogen admitted. "I just want to stay home."

"Just for a couple of hours, okay?"

"I've had a horrible week and I really don't feel like going out."

"Locking yourself in your room isn't going to help anything."

Imogen sighed and looked out her window, not wanting to admit that Clare was right although she knew that she was.

"Come on, Eli and I are ordering in and watching a movie; you can come over and hang out with us to get your mind off things if you want to."

Imogen gave it some thought; she wanted to sidetrack herself from her misery and her broken heart, and maybe spending time with her friends would be the perfect distraction.

"Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes."

"Great, see you soon," Clare said, trying not to sound relieved or overexcited.

"Bye."

"Bye," she said before ending the call.

She then left the Goldsworthy's kitchen and stepped into their living room where Eli was also hanging up his phone.

"Imogen is on her way," Clare informed him.

"So is Fiona. How's the food coming?"

"Just waiting on the sauce," she said before looking over the work Eli had been doing. "It looks nice in here."

"Thanks," he said, smoothing out a wrinkle in the tablecloth. He had been working in the living room to set up a romantic atmosphere. So far he had a small square card table draped with a black tablecloth with a vase of roses in the center with silverware and two glasses of water ready for the couple. "Need any help?"

"No," she said. "Besides, you need keep an eye out for them."

"Right," Eli said. "I'll keep a lookout."

Eli positioned himself by the window, waiting to see one of his friends come down the street while simultaneously hoping that they would not reach their destination at the same time, see each other, then walk away. After waiting for a few anxious minutes, Eli saw Imogen walking down the street while Fiona remained out of sight.

"Imogen's coming!" he called to Clare.

"Perfect timing," Clare said as she came into the living room with two plates of spaghetti in her hands.

"Looks good," Eli commended.

"Thanks," she smiled as she put them in front of the respective chairs. They took a quick moment to admire their handiwork before hearing a couple of knocks at the door.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Ready," she replied.

Eli opened the door, a small grin on his face as he saw Imogen.

"Hey," he said as casually as possible.

"Hey," she replied glumly as she stepped inside. "I'm sorry in advance that I'm not so . . . what's this?"

She looked beyond Clare and saw the setup on the table.

"Oh, nothing," she lied. "Just some dinner for the evening."

"Oh," Imogen said, sitting on the couch.

Eli closed the door and went over to stand by Imogen before giving her an encouraging pat on the back.

"Chin up," he encouraged. "It's going to be a good night."

Knock! Knock!

"Who's that?" Imogen inquired.

"No one," Eli said with a grin, this time not trying to be so casual.

"Eli!" Imogen said with alarm, rising from her seat as he went towards the door.

"It's okay, Imogen," Clare reassured.

"Please tell me you didn't invite –."

"What are you doing here?" were the first words out of Fiona's mouth when she entered the Goldsworthy home.

"I invited her," Clare said defensively. Despite what had happened, she had become fairly fond of Imogen over the last couple of weeks and she did not enjoy the way Fiona was snapping at her.

"Eli, what's going on here?" she demanded, crossing her arms.

"Well," Eli began as he closed the door before someone decided to leave through it. "Clare and I thought that you two have been avoiding this situation and each other long enough and we think you two need to sit down and talk about it."

"What?" Fiona said.

"Yeah," Clare said. "We saw that fight you guys had in the cafeteria and we noticed that you two kept your distance all week. It was clear that you two were not going to do anything to fix it, so we thought we would point you in the right direction."

Imogen looked down at her sneakers, embarrassed that two of her friends were doing this after everything that had just occurred. Fiona was on the same wavelength, albeit she was more annoyed than embarrassed.

"If you're doing this to get back at us, we've learned our lesson. The matchmaking days are over."

"We're not getting you back; we just think that you two need this," Clare explained.

"You guys don't know what's going on," Imogen said, still looking at her feet.

"We know enough. Now sit down," Eli instructed. "Clare makes great spaghetti, so don't let it go to waste."

"We'll be outside if you need anything," Clare said. "Enjoy."

"And don't even think either of you are leaving until you sort this out."

Without another word, Eli and Clare backed out of the living room and exited through the front door. Imogen continued looking at her shoes, tempted to lift her head just to see Fiona's face no matter what emotion was painted on it. She swallowed and hesitantly looked up, seeing that Fiona was leaning against the front door.

"Um . . ." Imogen began. "Should we sit down and eat before it gets cold?"

"Then what?" Fiona scoffed. "Eat in silence?"

Imogen let out a breath, seeing that Fiona was simply going to continue to avoid her and that there was not a chance of them resolving their conflict and getting back together. She stood there, wanting to be grateful for Clare and Eli for the effort they put forth but found herself infuriated that nothing would come of their scheme.

"I can't believe that they're trying to get us back together," she muttered to herself.

"Back together?" Fiona echoed.

"Yeah, you pretty much called it off."

"I never called it off!" Fiona retorted, crossing her arms.

"You said that there was no 'we', you've avoided me all week, and you wouldn't return my calls or anything!"

"That's called being angry!"

"Then can we try to sort this out so we can figure out where we stand?" Imogen asked. "Because I am confused there are some things I need to get off my chest!"

"Like what?" Fiona snapped.

"Like how I have been trying to say that I was sorry for going behind your back with Jake, but this isn't worth us breaking up or having this big fight over!"

Fiona sighed and begrudgingly sat down, merely just so she did have to stand anymore and maybe get Imogen to understand that her issues did not involve Jake. Imogen sat down as well, trying to be calm and hope that things would make sense by the end of the night.

"Look, I know that doing things about Clare with Jake without talking to you first wasn't cool, but –."

"That wasn't what I was upset about. I was at first since you guys planned stuff without me, but I'm over it."

"Then what is it? What did I do?"

Fiona sighed and uncrossed her arms, wishing that Imogen would just know why she felt so hurt as opposed to her having to speak it out loud.

"Part of me is . . . jealous that you were spending so much time with Clare."

"But that was all part of the plan," Imogen justified. "It was all just to get her back with Eli."

"I thought that meant having lunch with her and having a few study sessions; not spending every free moment with her."

"I didn't," Imogen defended herself.

"You had been spending a lot of time with her though. How would you feel if it was the other way around?"

Imogen was silent, knowing that she would feel slighted as well if Fiona spent much of her time with another girl

"Fair enough," she accepted. "I never meant to spend most of my free time with her; I was just thinking about Eli."

"And you forgot about me in process," she added.

"Forgot about you?" Imogen echoed, bewildered by the thought. "Fiona, when I was with Clare, I was thinking and talking about you constantly."

"To get on the subject of romance?" Fiona assumed, not appreciating being brought up in conversation because there was a motive behind it.

"Occasionally, yes," Imogen said honestly. "But all the other times it was because of the fact that you are my girlfriend and I want to talk about you every chance I get. And that day we had that fight, Clare could tell how genuinely upset I was because she knew how much you meant to me."

"That's the thing, Imogen," Fiona said. "You're telling Clare all this and I just sit there at the sidelines and wait for you.'

"And I'm really sorry I made you feel like I didn't care," Imogen said. "I never want you to feel that way. You are really, really important to me and I would rather spend time with you than Clare. I want to spend as much time as I can with you and I love every minute I spend with you. In fact . . ."

Imogen took a deep breath and heard a voice inside her head tell her that now would be the perfect to speak what she had been feeling for a while despite their recent fight.

"In fact . . . I would never want you to feel anything besides cared for and thought of because . . . Fiona, I love –."

"Don't," Fiona interrupted, the remaining of her negative feelings from his week coming to the forefront

"Don't what?" Imogen said, her heart plummeting since she had finally found the courage to say it.

"Don't say . . . don't say that you love me."

"But –."

"Please," Fiona said.

Imogen sat there, stunned.

"Is it because we're having a fight?"

"It's not just that."

"Then what else is it?"

Fiona looked down at the plate of spaghetti, everything she was feeling falling on top of her. She recalled how she did not feel joy when Eli told her that Imogen might love her and how she instead felt uncertainty. She then continued to feel how she felt most of the week: she felt confused and conflicted as to how she could possibly tell Imogen the truth without hurting her feelings and risk her being upset. This confliction along with her jealousy and annoyance was enough to make her push Imogen away and now she was answering for it by facing what she had been trying to avoid.

"Because I can't say it back," she confessed. "That's another reason why I was so upset. I didn't know how I could say that without hurting you and I didn't want you to be upset about it. And I couldn't even give you a reason why, and I knew that would make it worse. But now . . . now that everything's coming out, I might as well say it. I can't say that I love you."

She sat there, waiting for Imogen's devastated reaction.

"That's fine," she heard Imogen say. Astonished, she whipped her head up to look at her.

"What?"

"It's fine that you don't feel the same way. I don't expect you to feel it or say it back just because I do. We haven't been together that long; I get that it takes more time for some to say it or feel it. I just wanted you to know."

Fiona sat there, continuously amazed by what Imogen had just spoken.

"Are you serious?"

Imogen shrugged.

"I'll admit, I'm not thrilled that you don't feel the same way and . . . I am the tiniest bit bummed about it, but I get it. I can't be mad at you for being honest and I can't ask you to feel something you don't; so I'll accept it and move on."

Still surprised, Fiona felt a weight lift off her shoulders. Remarkably, that load vanished so quickly that she was instantly relieved of most other pain and annoyance she had previously.

"So . . . you're okay?"

"I am," Imogen said with honestly. "How about you?"

Fiona remained still as she thought about why she had been so upset this past week and how she had Imogen had been sitting here discussing what had been on their minds. Surprised that it had been cleared up by simply talking and seeing her girlfriend, Fiona chuckled while feeling absolutely ridiculous and ashamed.

"Um . . ." she said, finally beginning to answer Imogen's question. "Besides feeling a bit silly for getting so jealous and worked up about all this, I'm okay."

Imogen grinned, her heart lifting with the hope that they were on the edge of the resolution of their first fight.

"So . . . what does this mean?" Imogen asked. "Are we good again?"

Fiona smiled and laid her hand open on the table, inviting Imogen to take it. She did and the two of them felt the warmth of their skin.

"I think we're more than good if we agree to never get jealous or play matchmaker again."

"Deal," Imogen said, seeing how eliminating these two factors could greatly decrease future conflicts. "And if it helps, I won't say the L word it until you feel the same, no matter how long it takes. You know now and that's all that matters to me."

Fiona smiled, feeling warm on the inside for the first time in days.

"Well, I can't promise when I'll say it, but I do know that I'll say it eventually."

Imogen returned Fiona's smile as joy returned to her in abundance. She could not believe that this morning she woke up believing that she and Fiona were history and now she was hearing these words.

"That's all I need."

They smiled at each other affectionately, relieved and overjoyed by the night's events. Even as they separated their hands they did not stop gazing at one another with devotion.

"Shall we enjoy?" Fiona said, gesturing at the food.

"Well, those two made the effort to make the classic date night meal," Imogen said, picking up her fork.

The two of them began eat to it, enjoying it even more than they would have now that they were on good terms again.

"Can you believe that we did all that stuff and went through this and they didn't even back together?" Imogen chuckled.

"Well, we got them to talk again; they're evening cooking up schemes together," Fiona commented.

"So are you saying that it's just a matter of time?"

"No," Fiona said. "I'm saying that they're talking and that's all that matters. Besides, it means Eli won't be lonely anymore."

"True," Imogen said, recalling how this whole mess started just so Eli would not feel like the third wheel. "What would he do without us?"

"Well, I can't speak for Eli, but I can speak for me."

"What do you mean?"

Fiona looked directly into Imogen's eyes, her voice being ready to speak with genuine care.

"I mean that I don't know what I'd do without you."

Imogen put down her fork and rose from her seat, walking over to Fiona and taking her hand. She guided Fiona to stand next to the table with her before cradling her face in her hands and Fiona's arms snaked around Imogen's body.

"And I don't even want to know what I'd do without you, Fiona Coyne."

The girls grinned at each other warmly before their lips met. The power of their kiss ignited a feeling within them that they thought had lost the ability to exist over this past week. As their lips mingled together, however, they felt that this feeling could never fade while they were together like this.

Outside, Eli and Clare peered into the house through into the window. They saw Imogen and Fiona kissing and embracing with a chemistry that anybody could sense. As they watched, the two outside looked at each other and could not help but feel accomplished that they succeeded.

"Good job, partner," Eli said to her.

Clare grinned at him, grateful for their renewed friendship and for what they had done for their two friends.

"You too, partner . . ."


"We are not ashamed

To say that love is pain

And we'll do it again"


Wow! I actually finished a Degrassi fic! Sure, it took me a few years, but better late than never right? Thank you to everyone who read, reviewed, favorited, and followed this story. It was very much appreciated. Thank you all.