Welcome to this short story, the idea just didn't leave my head so I had to get it all down.

Legal: I do not own and am not associated with DeGrassi.

Important things to know before reading; well there are none, everything you need to know is covered in the story.

WARNING this story gets intense and may contain trigger warnings.

Okay I hope you enjoy!

Ch. 1 Just a Night but it Won't Be Fake

(CLARE)

I hear the interior garage door open and boots scraping on the carpet of the entry. A moment later a chin rests on my shoulder, inhaling deeply the aroma wafting from the pan I'm stirring on the stove.

"Smells good Roomie, I didn't know you could cook," Sav remarks.

"I only know how to do a few dishes well, but I thought I'd treat you guys tonight, save Peter the trouble since he left so early," I reply.

"Speak of the devil," Sav remarks as the interior garage door opens again. Expensive shoes scraped on the rug to get off the rain and dirt. Peter comes around the corner a moment later and breathes in the aroma of the chicken and spices I have in the pan.

"You're cooking for us Clare? What's the occasion?" Peter asks, taking off his tailored suit jacket and laying it over the back of the dining room chair. "I thought you had work tonight," Peter comments, taking in my outfit.

Next to his nice and expensive suit I must look terrible, wearing a light blue tank top with a built-in bra that's tucked into my frayed denim shorts. I'm not even wearing shoes, but I only left to go to the store today to get the ingredients for dinner. Even Sav looked far nicer than I did, still in his EMT uniform, both my roommates cut quite the striking figure.

"Sam traded shifts with me, he was given tickets to a concert Friday night. Go change and wash up, dinner will be ready soon," I tell them.

"You hate working the weekend shift," Sav remarks.

"It's just one shift, it won't be that bad," I shrug, turning my attention back to the pan on the stove. By doing so I was turning my back on them to end this conversation. I hated lying to them, I'd withheld truths before but outright lying no. I'd traded with Sam, but at my insistence, there was no concert. Well, there probably was a concert somewhere Friday night, but not one he had tickets to.

That knot of guilt in my gut tightened, knowing that this may be the last time I see both of them together, and that Saturday morning when I was off work, I would be gone. Never returning to Vancouver, possibly to Canada at all. This was my goodbye dinner, I wanted tonight to be special, to be a memory we could all share and hold onto. Maybe ease my guilt a little for feeling like I was abandoning them.

I never thought I'd end up living in Vancouver in a house with Peter and Sav. When I left Toronto and fled west, Vancouver was the logical place, large enough to get lost in. When I answered the ad looking for a roommate for a three bedroom, I was shocked to see Peter and Sav when I came to see the place. I'd lost touch with both of them so very long ago. I hadn't seen or heard from Peter since he left at the beginning of my grade ten year. As for Sav, whatever news I heard always filtered through Alli, which was usually that he was enjoying school.

Which is why I was surprised to find out he'd become an EMT, until he explained it was because of Alli. She had gone to MIT and was enjoying school until the winter of her freshman year when she was hit by a drunk driver late at night. She nearly lost her life; she lost all her short-term memory, much of her long term memory and had some brain damage after spending nearly three months in a coma and months of rehab and physio following her release. She was still learning to walk and do many of her daily tasks again by herself.

I went out to see her right after the accident, but she was still in a coma. I went out to see her again with Sav a few months ago, while Peter went to see his mom. Alli was not the same, she was like a toddler in so many ways, didn't remember me and barely remembered Sav, but she was alive. If not for the EMT that had pulled her from the car she'd be dead. Sav told me after seeing his sister alive and knowing that a moment or two made all the difference he wanted to save lives.

So, he quit his current job, which he wasn't that happy with anyway, and went into an EMT training program. His parents were happy for him, proud of him. His Dad even said it would serve him better to be an EMT. His parents had moved to Boston to be close to Alli, which was good because then they were there when the accident happened. She was now living in Boston with them as she recovered, but she probably would never live a normal life again, the accident had caused a lot of damage. If the Bhandari parents had still been living in Toronto, and brought Alli home to Toronto when they could, I wouldn't have gone back with Sav to see Alli. I couldn't have, not sure I can ever go back.

"Let's go wash up," Peter remarks after a silent moment. He was probably waiting to see if I'd break, he had his interrogation techniques, was trained to spot lies. Which made lying to him hard, but I'd done it so long for so well they flowed naturally from my tongue, even if I hated to do so. I hear Sav's heavy boots on the stairs first, followed a few seconds later by Peter's soft shoes.

Peter, I found out after moving in, had dropped out of school and moved to Vancouver to work for his father but he hated it. So, when a friend talked about starting a personal security firm Peter jumped at the chance. He went through months of training while still working for his father. He and his friend started the personal security firm and he was vice-president of the firm. While only a couple years old they had begun to get a good reputation and were securing more and more high-profile clients. Peter preferred field work to his office and since he was co-owner, he could set his own assignments.

Both Peter and Sav still played music though, in fact they and a couple of friends had a casual band that sometimes played at the bar I worked at. Which is how I got the job as a bartender at the bar. I trained under Sam and he was patient with me, and I told them I preferred the weeknight shifts over the weekend shifts. So, that's what I was given, and I learned to find things I liked about the job. I spent most of my days cleaning, the guys were messy. We didn't do a whole lot of cooking though; we were on such different schedules. When we were all home it was usually Peter that cooked.

"This is incredible Clare, you should cook more often," Peter remarks when we're all sitting at the table.

"Yeah, really delicious. Where'd you learn to make this?" Sav asks with a mouth full of food.

"One of the few dishes my grandma taught me, I told you I only know a few."

"You really should cook more, I'll even do the grocery shopping if you cook," Sav says.

"You already do the grocery shopping," I giggle.

The guys talk about work over dinner, Sav just came off of a 48-hour shift. He has the next three days off but is still on call if there's any major accidents or anything. He tends to sleep a lot on his days off, recovering from the lack of it when he's on shift. He runs errands too, but mostly tries to relax and decompress after 48-hours of adrenaline and some pretty horrible sights. He never talks about the really gruesome stuff, usually he just talks about the small things, the things that didn't necessarily need an EMT. He tells us about all the funny calls too.

Peter tells us about installing a security system to an actor's house, a project he's spent the last couple of weeks on. It was finally done, and Peter was glad, because the actor was an ass. Other than paperwork, which he hated, his next project was setting up security for a Russian businessman at a local hotel. The Russian had his own security, but the hotel didn't want to work with them, so he'd hired Peter and the firm to work between the hotel and the Russian's security. I was pretty sure Russian businessman was code for the mafia, but I didn't bring it up.

"I think we should clean up since Clare made us such a wonderful dinner," Peter says to Sav when we're done eating.

"I think the three of us should go up to my room," I state.

I'm taking a huge risk, hoping that they want this too or that being male they'll just start thinking with their dicks. Tonight, would change everything, but everything would change soon enough anyway. I wanted more than just a dinner to remember them by, more than a dinner to hold onto as I ran. The sexual tension had been building for pretty much the entire time I'd been living here. Even though we were rarely home together at any given time when we were home the heat in the air was always palpable.

The guys are just looking at me, blinking with their mouths hung open. I bite my lower lip, rolling it between my teeth. I'm worried they're going to tell me I'm nuts, that all of our light flirting over the last several months was just flirting. That they don't actually want anything to come of it and they think of me as a little sister. After all, one dated my older sister for several months and the other is the older brother of my best girlfriend from high school.

"Did you just ask the three of us to go to your bedroom?" Sav questions.

"Actually, I propositioned it, there was no question there. Are you two coming?" I question getting up from the table. I start going upstairs and hear nothing, but after a moment I hear chairs scraping the wood floor as they jump up and follow me to my room.

I really have no idea how to start this or what to do. So, I figure I'll just dive right in, and start by taking off my shorts. I'm not wearing panties underneath and the guy's eyes pop a bit.

"You weren't wearing panties? That is so hot," Sav exhales.

Both boys are hard, I see the tents in their pants, they both changed from work clothes to sweats and t-shirts. I smile and run my hands over the bulges in their pants. Which seems to be all it takes for Sav to take the lead; he picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. I have to admit I always wondered what kissing with Sav would be like. All the sleepovers at Alli's, seeing Sav in nothing but pajama pants and boxers before bed, how could I not. I never really had a crush on him growing up, but I always wondered what kissing him would be like. I've got my answer now, it's passionate, strong and sensual.

Sav lies me on the bed, breaking the kiss to take off his shirt and I lick my lips at the chiseled chest before me. He's in far better shape than he was in high school. Peter is still hovering near the door, but I crook my finger at him and he comes over. While Sav gets on his knees and goes between my legs I grip Peter's shirt to take it off and he does. He's also nicely chiseled, lean and muscular. I grip his waist pulling him down to me for a kiss, he sits on the bed combing his fingers into my hair as our lips collide.

Peter's kiss is softer, sweeter, and salacious. His tongue gently licks my opening parting my lips so he can explore my mouth. Sav's tongue is doing the same between my legs, evoking a moan from me as it gently explores my depths. When Sav rubs the bundle of nerves hidden in the hood of my labial folds my body bucks. Sav continues to lick and taste of my pussy while he rubs my clit, that fire in my belly that need to release is growing.

Peter lifts my shirt and strokes my abdomen, his fingers drift over the skin but I feel when he gets to one of the scars. He starts to pull out of the kiss, I don't want him to see, to ask about it, to break the mood. So, I hold the back of his neck and take his hand placing it on my breast instead. It helps that Sav hits the right spot and I moan at the same time. I deepen the kiss with Peter as he begins to toy with my breasts. Since there's no bra to get in his way he has plenty of access.

When Sav has me moaning so much I can hardly kiss Peter he begins kissing my breasts. Swirling the hard buds of my nipples with his tongue, sucking lightly, worshiping the soft mounds of flesh with his mouth. Sav meanwhile is expertly darting his tongue around inside me, kissing my outer lips and massaging my clit. Then Peter's hand goes down, feeling the tender bundle of nerves and I lose it, sent over the edge by the two of them into a rolling, quaking orgasm. They continue to use their mouths to worship my body as my orgasm dissipates. I have no intentions of slowing down though, as soon as I catch my breath enough to speak I look at them both.

"Do you have condoms? I want you both to make love to me, together," I tell them.

(SAV)

"Are you sure Clare?" I question while darting my eyes up at Peter. He's questioning it too, he's not sure he heard her right.

"Yes, I want this, I want both of you," she says in a strong voice while holding us both.

"I have condoms and lube, hang on," Peter says rushing out of the room. I lean down and kiss her, my tongue sliding into her mouth so she can taste it. I start to run my fingers up her belly but she grabs my hand, putting it on her clit instead. "So, how should we…" Peter starts to ask when he returns to the room and Clare breaks the kiss to speak.

This isn't the first time Peter and I have shared a girl. Shortly after we started rooming together we got really drunk at Black Clover, the bar a few blocks down where Clare works and we sometimes play, and the blonde next to us also got really drunk. We all walked back to our place and well things just happened, but we didn't both fuck her at the same time. She gave me a blow job and Peter fucked her from behind, and she was gone before we were up the next morning. We have seen her again around the bar, she smiles at us but neither of us have spoken to her. That was a drunken night to get off, nothing more than hormones and release. Tonight, tonight is different, Clare means something to both of us and we've been flirting and building sexual tension for months. I'm just wondering if this is when it all explodes?

"I think you should both get undressed and I should mount Sav while you go in the backdoor Peter. I want to be filled by both your cocks as you stretch me and push my body to its limits," Clare replies and my dick jerks. I've never heard Clare talk dirty like this, I didn't even know she was capable of it, but hearing her do so has me so hard it hurts.

"Whatever you want Sweetheart," Peter comments, giving her a soft kiss before getting off the bed to strip down.

I stand as well and start undressing; Clare licks her lips when both of our erections spring free. She's naked from the waist down, but her top is still on, she doesn't seem to be wearing a bra but her top is still on. This seems unfair as we're totally naked and she's hiding her beautiful breasts under clothing.

"What about you?" I question as we return to the bed.

"What about me?" She asks while Peter begins kissing her neck.

"You still have a shirt on," I remark and try to take it off but she grabs it and tugs it down.

"We just want access to those luscious breasts," Peter tells her, nipping her earlobe gently.

Clare twists her mouth, and instead of taking her top off she tugs it down until her breasts are exposed from the top. Peter's eyes darken a little, with lust and with worry. I have to wonder myself as to why she won't take her top off. Clare quickly distracts us by grabbing both our cocks and stroking gently.

"Lean against my pillows Sav," she whispers in my ear in a husky voice.

All too eager to obey I scoot up a little leaning against her pillows propped on the headboard, quickly unwrapping the condom to get it on. Clare straddles over me, taking my cock in her hands and my hands automatically go to her hips. She takes my cock guiding it into her pussy and damn it's a gorgeous sight. Pre-cum drips from the tip as my cock is eager to be inside of her and feel her around me. I moan and my eyes flutter as she slowly begins lowering herself down my length.

Clare's eyes flutter too, her eyes go half-lidded and her head crane backs as her body adjusts. Peter catches her head when it's back and steals her lips for a kiss. She goes all the way down, rocking a little to adjust and she begins to find a rhythm. I moan her name, gripping her waist and helping her ride me. After a moment she turns her head to look at Peter.

"Come play Peter, I want you to take me too," Clare coos in this salacious purr. She reaches behind her spreading her ass cheeks for him, and he licks his lips. I have to admit I'm a little jealous of the sight he's seeing right now.

That's all the encouragement he needs as he rapidly gets a condom on and then squirts some lube into his fingers. When his fingers are lubed up he uses two of them to open her hole, and we all moan at once. I feel his fingers inside of her, opening her up, that's a new feeling. It's almost like he's stroking us both at once, and both Clare and I quiver at the same time.

Worried that Peter might hurt her, and unsure of how much anal sex experience or even anal play experience she's had I reach between us and start rubbing her clit. Clare moans, her body beginning to turn to jelly as I rub the pleasure button. I know when Peter has entered her as she gasps, then whimpers, her body tenses and then she lets out a breath. She seems to be okay with him slowly entering into her, but I continue to rub her clit and play with her breasts until he's all the way in.

It takes a few minutes of pushing and pulling between Peter and I to find a rhythm. Clare can't exactly move much impaled on both of us. Once we find a rhythm and we're going, rocking our bodies and Clare with us she quickly builds to orgasm. Both our names fall in lovely licentious moans from her lips, her body shaking, her arms gripping us desperately, but we're not done.

Peter and I keep going, our own orgasms building, the need to climax getting stronger as our paces increase and our thrusts become deeper. Peter orgasms first, moaning her name as he releases, then his head falls forward kissing her neck. His release sends her over the edge, and she orgasms again, her vaginal walls clamping down around my cock and that is all it takes for me to lose it.

I moan Clare's name with a guttural grunt, pulling her closer to me as I release. I thrust a few more times riding out the orgasm and pull out. Peter is already out and taking off the condom, I do the same and we wrap them in tissue disposing of them in Clare's waste basket. She's smiling and huffing and looks tired. Peter and I both bend down to kiss her, he kisses her thigh and I kiss her shoulder. She grabs us both, pulling us down on the bed with her. We indulge her and hold her, she's asleep within a few minutes.

I look at her tank top wondering why she wouldn't let us take it off, but I fix it by pulling it over her breasts again. She's against Peter's back, and he rolls back a little lifting the bottom of her shirt, that's when I see them, scars all over her abdomen, most of them are sort of a crescent moon shape and there's at least a dozen of them. They're jagged and oddly shaped, and deep, I can tell by the size and amount of scar tissue.

"What the fuck?" I whisper quietly.

"I don't know, but I intend to find out tomorrow," Peter says, reaching down to get the throw blanket at the end of the bed. "Let's get some sleep," he says.

I close my eyes to sleep, but now all I can think about is the scars on Clare's stomach. It wasn't ever anything I heard about, so it had to have happened after Alli went to MIT, probably after Alli's accident. I fall into an uneasy sleep but begin to wake when I feel Clare sliding out of the bed between us. She goes to her washroom and closes the door, so I assume she's going to pee and come back to bed. Only she doesn't, I don't hear the toilet, I hear the shower. I get up and so does Peter, we open the washroom door and see her in the shower, blurred by the textured glass shower door, but visible through it.

"Shall we join you in the shower?" Peter questions and she jumps.

"No, just go to bed," she replies without looking at us.

"You can't be shy after what we just did," Peter comments teasing, but also hurt and confused.

I had a feeling his feelings for her were deeper than friendship and the way he's looking at her now just proves it. If she feels the same way, I'll step aside. I have no idea what my feelings for Clare are now, especially after tonight. I don't think of her as a little sister, certainly a friend, more than that though. I just don't know if my feelings for her are as deep as Peter's. I won't stand in the way of them being happy together, they both deserve it.

"I'm not just go to bed," she replies curtly.

"C'mon Clare if you're upset let us help you feel better, you weren't complaining when my tongue was in you," I comment as we both approach the shower and she turns away from us.

"I'm not being shy, and what we did was my idea but it shouldn't have happened now please leave," she insists again in a stronger voice.

"Clare y…" Peter starts and begins and starts opening the shower door.

"NO," Clare shrieks while holding the door, "just get out."

"Let's go to bed Peter," I say, grabbing his arm and pulling him back to her room.

"She didn't mean it did she? That it was a mistake? I mean she wanted it, she initiated," Peter says when we're back in Clare's room.

"I don't know," I comment while handing his clothes to him. "Maybe she did want it and then regretted it. Maybe she decided to finally break the sexual tension that's been hanging around. Let her sleep on it, we'll talk to her tomorrow, we need to get to sleep too," I assert pulling my boxers on.

Peter sighs but has his boxers on and we leave Clare's room. I told Peter to sleep, but it takes me hours to get to sleep, my mind churning over everything and I keep seeing the scars. The scars that littered Clare's abdomen, I wonder where they're from and why I didn't know about them before. Mostly, who I have to kill for giving them to her.

(PETER)

I hardly slept and when I did I had a dream about Clare. I can't say when exactly my feelings for her changed in the time she has lived with us. I stopped thinking of her like a little sister and began thinking of her as a woman, one that I wanted. I just didn't know if she felt the same way, and I wasn't sure about Sav and his feelings for her, so I didn't act on them.

Last night though, last night was amazing. Even sharing her with Sav, something about it felt so right, so perfect. So, when she rejected us, screamed at us to get out like we had attacked her my heart fell.

"You been up all night?" Sav asks joining me in the kitchen. After a couple of hours of sleep, I got up and showered then came out to the kitchen to start the coffee.

"Most of it, couldn't exactly sleep," I reply with a yawn. He doesn't look like he slept either, there's deep bags under his eyes, it's a good thing he's off for the next few days. "Don't exactly look like you got much rest yourself" I remark as he pours himself a cup of coffee.

"Didn't, I couldn't close my eyes without seeing her scars, wondering what happened."

"Yeah, I've been debating whether to try and find out or let her tell us."

"She didn't even want us to see them, what makes you think she's going to tell us? You ever known Clare to talk and just offer up information?" Sav questions.

"Yeah, all the time, when something makes her angry or she thinks something isn't fair or is an injustice, sexist, stupid or just rubs her the wrong way," I reply.

"True," Sav chuckles, "when it's not about her she won't shut up. When it's about her though, especially when it's something potentially very bad for her, those lips lock tighter than Fort Knox. You know I didn't even know she let Fitz blackmail her into Vegas Night until the next day when talking to Alli about the night."

"You don't think Fitz…the scars?" I stumble over my words. I don't know Fitz all that well, I know Spin hired him at The Dot after he got released from juvie. I know before juvie he'd been a pretty bad bully, I also heard rumors that he was obsessed with Clare.

"I doubt it, he had it pretty hard for her, but he found God after juvie and was working hard. If Fitz had done that to her while Alli was still there I'm sure I would have heard about it."

"I didn't even know Fitz blackmailed her into Vegas night," I remark thinking about the fact that Fitz blackmailed Clare into a date. That I should have been there to stop it from happening, but I'm here now and I'm going to find out what happened and protect her. "I like her," I confess to Sav, "more than a roommate, more than a friend, and not like a little sister."

"I know, I saw it, and if she feels the same way I'll step aside. You both deserve to be happy," Sav tells me.

"Do you feel the same way about her?" I question and then wonder if she has feelings like that for Sav and just included me last night for whatever reason.

"Honestly, I don't know, I have no idea what my feelings are for Clare especially after last night. Like I said, I won't stand in the way if she feels the same way about you."

I nod and sip my coffee slowly; we both eat a little breakfast but when it's getting close to eight and I have to be in the office I decide to wake Clare. I make her coffee the way she likes it and take it up to her room. I knock on the door and get no answer, so I open it and find her gone.

"She's not here," I tell Sav, returning to the kitchen.

"What the hell do you mean she's not here? Where the hell did she go? When did she go? We've been up for hours?" Sav inquires rapidly as he gets his phone out. All I can do is shrug, but he's already calling her. "Where the hell are you Clare? Where did you go? Call us," Sav demands.

"Voicemail?" I question and he nods.

"Can you track her phone?"

"I'll get dressed and head to the office. It will be easier from there."

"I'll drive around and look for her," Sav tells me.

I nod and go upstairs getting ready quickly and heading into the office early. I start my computer and immediately try to track Clare's phone. It's not good news, at least it doesn't feel like it is, but I call Sav with it anyway.

"Her phone is turned off, and without breaking into the cell service servers I can't get a last location. It's been off for at least three hours."

"I've gone everywhere I can think of, she's nowhere. I'll go back to the house, maybe she returned while we were both out," Sav says.

"Okay, call me if you find her."

Sav says he will, and we hang up. I can't do much else to track her and I try to get some work done. It's not easy though, especially when Sav calls to say she's not at home. He's looked everywhere and she's nowhere to be seen, but her phone is gone. I keep the tracking program open so that if it does turn on again I'll be able to see her or at least her phone. I also do a search on her, trying to find out why she has the scars, but come up with nothing. Although I can't break into the hospital records of every hospital in the country, I just looked in Toronto and it's surrounding areas figuring it had to happen there.

After a couple of hours I give up, I want to know where she is and that she's safe. I tell my secretary I'm working from home for the afternoon and I'll be available if needed. When I get home Sav is perched at the front door waiting for Clare.

"She doesn't even have a car; how far could she have gone?" He asks.

"She could have gotten a cab or something," I point out.

"I'm going back out to look, stay here in case she comes back and keep trying to track her phone," Sav insists.

"Yeah, I will."

I pace the room, keep checking the tracking program but nothing, when I hear the door I expect it to be Sav. When Clare comes in I breathe a sigh of relief.

"Where the hell have you been?"