I DON'T OWN DEGRASSI. IF I DID I WULD RULE THE WORLD.

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"Please, don't do this." Eli says shakily trying to reason with Fitz, his knife glinting in the only light streaming in from the glass doors.

"Someone's gotta shut you up." Fitz deadpans contempt in his voice. Clare whimpers as the bully draws his hand back getting ready to plunge the blade into her snarky, black loving, hearse driving english partner/boyfriend. This cannot be happening. Clare thinks as she watches the horrific scene unfold in what seems like slow motion. There was so much that had yet to happen between her and Eli. There were so many things she had yet to say. She wanted to thank him for being one of the only people there for her when her family was falling apart, she wanted to tell him how much she loved the fact that he was always a smart ass, that he looked adorable in black, that she thought the fact that he loved Morty so much was endearing, that he had the be one of the biggest idiots to ever live. If he had just listened to her none of this would be happening... But it was. And now she had to watch one of the most important people in her life die and there was nothing she could do.

And just like that Fitz's arm is flying towards Eli's gut. A sickening thump fills the silently hallway mingled with the sounds of Eli's final pleas for mercy. Clare cry's out as she watches him slide down the wall pure terror in his eyes. Fitz's face lights up with a genuine smile and as he pulls his hand away Clare sees the knife protruding from the wall, realizing she is the last one in the corridor to discover that Eli is still fully intact. As soon as this fact registers Clare is on the floor next to him checking in vain for the wound relief washing over her beautiful features.

"Don't worry. You can bleach out urine stains." The cruel boy laughs at his own twisted joke. Only one word is running through Clare's mind as she looks up at the older boy. DICK.

"Hands up," the officer exclaims rounding the corner. "Nobody move!" But Clare doesn't listen one bit. the only thing she can focus on is the fact that Eli, her Eli, Elijah Goldsworthy is alive. As the officer approaches and starts to cuff Fitz, Clare wraps her arms around Eli burying her face in his neck.

"Clare I am so sorry." he whispers sliding his hands around her waist.

"Don't get me wrong," she mumble's into his neck "I am still majorly pissed at you, and if you do ANYTHING like what happened tonight again we are done." Clare sighs and pulls her head back far enough to look into his eyes. "But I almost lost you, and all I could think about were all the things we haven't done and all the things we haven't said." Eli nods staring at her intently. "And the only the most idiotic boy in the world could keep us from doing those things." Clare sighs as she leans forward until their foreheads two stare into one another's a slow smirk forming on Eli's face.

"So you consider me the most idiotic boy in the world?" he says a mischevious glint in his eyes.

"Seriously? Eli that is important to you right now?"

"Of course. That conclusion had to take a lot of thought, meaning you think about me more than anyone else." Eli sniffs haughtily. Clare rolls her eyes not being able to deny his conclusion.

"Could you be anymore smug?" She questions giggling.

"Oh, absolutely." Eli whispers as he leans in for a kiss.