Title: Casting Stones

Rating: R
Chapter: 3. Chapter 2
Fandom: Degrassi: The Next Generation
Summary: "So when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself, and said to them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her." John 8:7 AKJV. A new patient enters the rehab center where Clare volunteers, but her boyfriend thinks he wants a different kind of treatment. Eclare. Flare.
Comments: N/A.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the idea.

Clare tugged her Rolling Stones t-shirt down her torso and froze, staring at her reflection in the mirror. She pursed her lips together, looking back down at her chipped neon green nails. She shook her head, rolling her eyes, to rid any misconception in her head and walked out of the locker room.

She jumped back slightly at the sight if Fitz standing right in front of the door. She frowned, narrowing her eyes suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

Fitz shrugged nonchalantly, "You're supposed to babysit me or whatever. I just thought I'd wait for you."

Clare rolled her eyes, shaking her head, "C'mon, let's go." She started down the hallway.

"Where are we going?" Fitz asked, but did not hesitate in following her.

"You have a session with a psychologist," Clare informed as they continued to travel through the building.

"Are you going to come sit with me?" Fitz asked hopefully.

Clare stopped in front of a room, turning towards him. "I usually don't. It's kind of a private thing." When his face fell at the statement, she felt her heart break. "But I'm sure if you really want me to, I can." She smiled a bit, trying to make him feel better, "For support."

Fitz's face softened and he smiled, his eyes gleaming at her words, "I'd like that."

Clare's lips thinned into a smile as she grasped the handle, turning it open. She nodded towards the room for him to enter and when he did, she followed.

DTNG

Clare sat in the cafeteria of the rehab center, poking her fork at the Caesar salad that sat in front of her. Her heart was aching as she stared into the dressing colored leaves, memories of the session floating in her mind. She understood why volunteers usually did not enter sessions with doctors. She didn't realize it until the fork fell from her hand into the plastic container that she was shaking. She squeezed her eyes shut, running her hands through disheveled red curls. The idea that a person, someone so young, could handle so much abuse all their life killed her.

"Clare…"

Clare gasped in freight, looking up at the person before her. She frowned further, anger filling the pit of her stomach. "You shouldn't be here, Eli." She stood, grabbing what was left of her lunch, and headed towards the nearest trashcan to throw it out.

Eli ignored her words, following her through the room. "You didn't eat much," he noted as she dropped the leftover meal in the trash.

Clare crossed her arms over her chest, guarding herself from him, as she turned to face him. "I have a lot on my mind right now…"

"I'm sorry, Clare," Eli blurted out, cutting her off. "I didn't mean to upset you."

Clare's face coated with disgust, shaking her head, "My life doesn't revolve around you, Eli. There's more than just you."

"Like who? Fitz?" Eli venomous voice tried to guilt her.

"We're not talking about this here," Clare stated, dropping her arms, and moved to walk past him.

Eli gripped her arm violently as she tried to pass him and, turning, he pulled her to face him. "We're talking about it now!" His voice was low, yet somehow seemed to threaten her.

Clare's face filled with fear as she gazed up at her boyfriend, tears filling her eyes. "Eli, you're hurting me." The words barely escaped from her mouth, but once they did, she could not help but cry at the reality.

Eli's face softened into fear, his hand loosening on her arm before sliding up around her side to her shoulders. He pulled her into him, trying to comfort her. "Clare, I'm so sorry," he whispered sweetly into her ear.

Clare shook her head, pulling herself together. She pushed away from Eli, her face flushed with embarrassment. "I'll call you when I'm done here," she assured before cautiously pecking his cheek and quickly rushed away.

DTNG

Clare sat at the desk in Fitz's room, diligently writing out his schedule for the week, as he sprawled out lazily on the bed.

Fitz was slightly worried about her sudden silence. Being a victim himself, he knew a great deal about abuse and realized that the awkwardly shaped bruise growing on her forearm was from a hand. He cleared his throat suddenly to get her attention. When she did not look up from the notebook, he spoke up, "So… are you coming by tomorrow?"

Clare blinked, sighing exhaustedly, "Fitz…" She looked up at him, her eyes were tired and her face worn.

Fitz sat up with a shrug, "Just a question, Edwards."

"I have a lot to do this week," Clare dropped her eyes to the paper.

Fitz frowned, "Everything okay?"

Clare's lips thinned into a small, unassuring smile as she looked back up at him, "Of course." She reached out, taking his hand. "Nothing to worry about."

"Clare, you know I'm abused too," Fitz reminded, giving her hand a squeeze.

Clare frowned at his statement, flashbacks of the session with his violent history replaying in her mind. She felt her stomach churn sickly, her face going pale. "I'm not abused," she stated, her voice cracking.

Fitz fell silent at her denial and shook his head, "One day, you'll realize what he's doing to you…"

"What Eli's doing to me is none of your business," Clare snapped, standing up from the desk chair and stormed out of the room in frustration.

DTNG

Clare knocked aggressively on the Goldsworthy's front door, the rain pounding painfully on her body. She was in the middle of the fist rampage when the door opened to a half-asleep Eli clad in nothing except his boxers.

Eli blinked tiredly, mumbling through a yawn, "Clare…?"

Clare stepped forward, throwing her arms around him, tears pouring from her eyes, "I'm so sorry, Eli. I'm so sorry."

Eli, more awake, slowly wrapped his arms around her. He ran his hand through her matted hair, whispering against the wet skin of her forehead, "Its okay, Edwards. I've got you." He pressed his lips to her soft skin, almost moaning at the feeling of the dewed rain on her skin.

Clare looked up at him, biting her bottom lip, before reminding him, "I love you."

Eli smirked, curving his hand around to cup her cheek, and leaned down, capturing her lips in a breathtaking kiss. Clare kissed him back roughly, pulling herself up to his level. He slipped a hand down under her thigh, lifting one of her legs up. She replied, jumping up, and wrapped her legs around his waist, as he shut the door loudly.

Eli balanced her body with both his hands before slamming her into a wall, causing Clare to moan in pain. She grabbed at Eli's hair.

Eli pulled his head back with a sharp gasp, "Fuck, Clare."

Clare nodded with a smirk, replying with what little breath she had, "Please?"

Eli met her smirk, crushing her between himself and the wall, and tugged off her work shirt. His lips crushed against her shoulder, biting harshly on the perfection of her skin. He wiggled her pants undone, pushing them down enough for him to gain entrance as she pushed down his boxers.

Eli's eyes met hers as he thrust mercilessly inside of her without warning. Clare's mouth dropped to his bare chest, muffling her scream against his warm skin painfully. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter than she ever had before as he continued the irregular pace. She lifted her head, getting used to the uncomfortable aches that burned her every inside. She threw her head back against the wall with a string of moans. His mouth bit down on her collar bone before mumbling, "God, fuck, Clare."

Clare smirked at the choice of words, "God's not… fucking… me…" She tugged at his hair again, withdrawing his head from her body, "You are."

Eli grinned, pulling her back from the wall slightly, before crashing her back against and knocking the wind out of her. Clare regained her breath and moaned, shaking uncontrollably, as he came to a finish.

Eli's head dropped heavily against her heaving chest, holding her close to him. They slid down the wall slowly, landing on the floor with a soft thud. His hands trailed up and down her moistened body. She closed her eyes, swallowing hard, as her hand gently ran through his hair and then down his back.

Eli lifted his head, frowning at the pained look on her face, "Clare…"

Clare's eyes slowly opened, meeting his concerned green ones. She smiled a little, nodding as much as her body would allow, "I'm okay, Eli."

Eli smiled at the response, pecking her on the lips. "I love you."

"I love you too," Clare replied.