Hello my lovelies! How many of you are excited for tomorrow? I know I am! Anyways, I've never really introduced K.C.'s sorry butt in any of my fics, but I decided to do so for this one. I hope you like it!
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi. If I did, I'd probably kidnap the actors and make them do all sorts of stuff. ;)
Eli was driving Clare home after their late night study session, when suddenly she gasped.
"Oh my gosh." Clare whispered. "Stop the car!" She exclaimed. Eli slammed down on the breaks and stared at her.
"Why? What's wrong?" He asked frantically as she unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of his hearse. Eli copied her actions and followed her into an alley. It was then that Eli saw what had freaked her out. A body.
Clare knelt down beside it and turned the person over, before Eli could object. She gasped.
"K.C.?" She called. Eli knelt down beside her and, reaching over, checked his pulse.
"He's breathing." He announced, examining the damage. Bruises and dried blood covered his face. It was ironic how peaceful he looked in his unconscious state. Clare looked back at Eli, concerning evident on her face. He sighed, knowing where this was headed. Picking up the comatose boy, he slung him over his shoulder and carried him over to the back of his car. Popping open the back door, Eli eased the boy off his shoulder.
"Be careful." Clare instructed just as Eli all but dumped his body in the area where the coffin would usually go. Once safely seated, Eli revved up the engine.
"Where to?" Eli questioned. Clare bit her lip and looked back at K.C.
"The hospital." Clare decided when she turned back.
"No." The sudden voice made Clare squeak from surprise. Clare whirled around and gaped. From the rearview mirror, Eli could see K.C. struggling to sit up. K.C.'s eyes locked with Clare's.
"No hospital." He said sternly. Clare looked conflicted, so Eli decided to intervene.
"I don't think you'll be the one calling the shots." Eli called. Suddenly aware that he and Clare weren't alone, K.C. turned to Eli and scowled. A snarky remark was making its way past his lips, but K.C. restrained himself.
"Then, where do you suggest we go?" Clare asked heatedly. K.C. rolled his eyes.
"I don't care where you go. Just drop me off at the nearest corner." K.C. wobbled slightly when Eli accidently swerved slightly.
"You're hurt. You need medical attention." She instructed sternly. She turned back to Eli. "Can you take us to my place?" She asked softly. Eli nodded and made a sharp left. A smirk appeared on Eli's face when he heard a thump from the back of the hearse, followed by a small 'ow.'
When they finally arrived, Clare rushed over to help K.C., who seemed to be having difficulty moving. But when she reached him, he shrugged off her help. She ignored him and grabbed his arm, throwing it over her shoulder.
Once safely inside, Clare gently settled K.C. on the couch. She dashed up stairs, murmuring something about medical supplies.
Eli tried his hardest not to glare at the boy currently occupying Clare's couch. Several tense seconds later, Clare came down with a small kit. She sat beside K.C. and started digging through her kit.
"Eli, could you do me a favor and get me a wet paper towel." She questioned. Pushing himself off the wall, Eli obliged. She smiled up at him sadly.
K.C. flinched when the cool towel brushed up against his forehead. His eyes remained downcast while Clare cleaned way dirt and blood. He hissed in pain when she wiped a little too harshly on his open cut.
"Sorry." She murmured. She frowned deeply. "What happened?" She asked, wiping off a small gash on his cheek.
"None of your business." He snapped, turning away from her.
"Watch your tone." Eli warned, involuntarily stepping closer, earning a small glare from K.C.
"Whatever." K.C. murmured. Clare sighed deeply, deciding to ignore the tension.
"Other than a couple of cuts and bruises, you're fine. However, you have one pretty deep gash on your forehead. I can take care of it, but it will hurt a lot. That or you can go to a hospital, which is probably better." Clare explained. K.C. avoided her gaze.
"I'd rather not go to a hospital." He murmured, indirectly asking for her help. She nodded.
"You're lucky that it isn't so deep that it needs stitching. Or else I'd really have to take you to the hospital." She mumbled, grabbing a cotton ball and drenching it in alcohol.
When she gently dabbed it on his open wound, K.C.'s hand snapped up and gripped her wrist tightly, making Clare jump. Eli immediately jumped into action and broke K.C.'s contact on Clare's arm.
Clare rubbed her wrist and glared. Since when did he become so agitated? She thought.
"Watch yourself, Guthrie. Or else I'll be the one increasing the number of cuts and bruises you have." Eli threatened with a glare. If there was one thing Eli didn't like, it was someone touching his girl. To make matters worse, it was her ex who just so happened to be beaten up.
"I'm really scared. Such tough talk coming from some weird Goth boy." K.C. mocked, his voice dripping with sarcasm while his lips were pulled into a sneer. Eli stepped forward, challenging the underclassmen.
"Stop it." Clare growled, making both males simmer down. There was no way a fight was going to break out, especially not in her house between her ex-boyfriend and Eli. Clare finished as quickly as she could and pressed a bandage to his head.
"Done." She announced, packing up the unused supplies. K.C. stood awkwardly, unsure of what to do next. When Clare stood, she directed him to the door.
"Why did you help me?" He questioned, turning to her. Clare frowned.
"Isn't it obvious? I would never abandon someone who's hurt, especially someone who goes to my school." Clare explained slowly. Eli stood from the doorway in the hall, watching K.C.'s face scrunch up.
"But I hurt you." He stated obviously. Clare knew he didn't mean what had happened back in the living room. He had meant the Jenna incident. She rolled her eyes.
"So? Haven't you known me long enough to figure out that I'm not the type of person to ignore someone who needs help, even if they did hurt me? Turn the other cheek, you know?" She answered, opening the door. K.C. stepped out and turned to her.
"Thanks, I guess." He mumbled, scratching the back of his head. He turned to look over Clare's shoulder, at Eli.
"What about him?" K.C. dropped his voice and raised an eyebrow at her. She frowned deeply.
"Now that's none of your business." She explained, starting to shut the door on him. His foot caught the door and he held it open with a hand. Clare looked up at him, surprised. She knew that he knew better then to do that.
"Wait, he's staying the night?" K.C. sounded outraged. Clare felt indignation flare through her. How dare he accuse her of that! And why would it matter to him anyway? Clare thought crossly.
"So what if he is?" She hissed angrily. She knew she shouldn't have said that, but it truly had nothing to do with him. K.C.'s eyes widened slightly.
"C-Clare! You don't even know him. He doesn't know you." K.C. retorted heatedly. Clare snorted.
"At least he knows me better than you did. And apparently, I know him better than I knew you. Goodnight, K.C." With that said, she closed the door on his face. She sighed and rubbed her forehead, a headache forming. That's what K.C. caused her. Headaches and heartaches.
Eli came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him. She leaned against him and relaxed, feeling content. Eli always made her feel better.
"I don't like him." Eli mumbled. Clare smiled softly and rubbed his arm softly. "He has the nerve to treat you like dirt after you help him and then he questions me?" Eli scoffed, outraged.
"You heard him?" Clare mumbled shamefacedly. Eli rolled his eyes.
"Let's just say his tiny mind hasn't really grasped what whispering is." Clare felt a smile tugging at her lips. He had been quiet all evening. It was nice to hear him, even if he was being his usual sarcastic self.
"I know, deep down, he just worries. I have no idea why, but he does. But it's none of his business." Clare responded. She pulled away and reached for his hand, pulling him into the living room.
"You're too nice." He sighed as he flopped onto the couch. Clare sat beside him and pulled her knees up to her chest. She nodded.
"But it's one of the things I love about you." He smirked and reached over to press his lips to hers. She smiled into the kiss. True, somewhere in her heart she cared for K.C., but he was no where near where Eli was. Eli would always be number one in her heart.
Aww, a sweet ending. I promise more Eli x Clare in the next chapter. I've been focusing on Clare a lot, haven't I? Perhaps I should write another Eli centered fic next.
Anyways, review?
~S.S.