A/N: This is a little one-shot I wrote, and it's a very, very late Christmas present for the wish list thing on Livejournal. So, Merry Christmas, Katarin MoonStar. You wanted Sean/Craig slash, and here is your Sean/Craig slash.
You hate how innocent he is. You hate that no matter what he does or what you do, he's still so perfect.
He's got enough in his life to be fucked up about, but he couldn't even do that much for you. He had to take it graciously, take the beatings like he deserved them. He wouldn't even let you comfort him, almost as though he thought it was his fault. Everyone found out about it, and everyone pitied him. Poor Craig, he was beaten, and all he can manage to do is push you away. Pay no attention to the fact that you'd die just to save him from it all.
And when he started laughing at the funeral, no one hit him or hissed at him, like they would have with you. No. They stared at each other with sympathy, and patted each others' arms to console anyone but him. He looked so close to crying that you wanted to scream, and you knew you couldn't. Poor Craig, lost his daddy, and there's nothing he'd let you do to help him. Not even if you knew what to do.
And when he slept with Manny, he still came out as the hero. Everyone seemed to forget that he cheated on his girlfriend and got a girl pregnant, because he sang that song for her. Poor Craig, his girlfriend was mad at him, and he can't help ignoring you. It just happens that way, and everyone has to forgive him because he's just got such a pretty voice.
And when he nearly killed himself and everybody else, you felt sorry for him, even though you didn't want to. You had to email everyone back in Degrassi from Wasaga Beach saying how sad it all was. Poor Crazy fucking Craig, he's bipolar, and it's okay that he didn't bother to tell you directly.
And he's been so busy losing his mind that he couldn't call you once in the time you've been gone, and it's perfectly alright that when you asked your girlfriend if he'd asked where the hell you'd gone, she said no. It was perfectly alright, because he's always the beaten-fatherless-pathetic-crazy picture of all the innocence you'll never have. It's okay, because you don't really care. You're not thinking about how much you wanted to save him, and how much you wanted to help him, and how much you wanted to protect him, and how much you wanted to comfort him. You're not thinking about how much you wanted him, and you're not thinking about how much you still do.