So this is my attempt at an Eclare fanfiction. I know there is probably tons like it, but I have my own ideas and things I want to happen so I hope you guys like it. This will be a long fic! Here we go.

He banged away angrily at his keyboard. He hadn't written so much as a sentence in the past month. He couldn't focus. He had no muse. He had no drive. If this kept up E. J. Gold would never sell another book. He stood up angrily, the confines of his room suddenly suffocating. He decided he wanted to go for a walk.

Pulling on a black hoodie, grey skinny jeans, and dark aviators. With his hood up he took the city streets. The walk did him little good. The city didn't feel like home, it felt empty, lonely. He had been here for around six months and although he was happy with the move, right now the city felt overbearing and depressing.

His feet continued to pound the sidewalk, harder, faster.

"Hey sugar, you looking for something?" The dark skinned girl crept out of the corner, a gold bikini top, black mini skirt, and white knee high boots left no question in his mind about what she thought he was looking for.

"No, but thank you," he responded politely. His legs walked on. He was on autopilot. His body had carried him to where he wanted to go, before he even realized he wanted to go there. His finger pressed lightly on the buzzer and heard the buzz respond back. He climbed the stairs too impatient to wait for the elevator. He was pleased to find the door unlocked waiting for him. He walked into the apartment.

"Adam," He said, and as he said it he felt some of the tension drop from his shoulders. He sat down after grabbing a beer from the fridge. Adam grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down too.

"Eli, what can I do for you?" Adam responded. He looked at his friend and saw as he removed his aviators, the bags under his eyes. He looked like hell. "Having a rough time with the new book?"

"It's moving slower than molasses. I just can't find any inspiration." Eli admitted bitterly. He took a long swig of his beer.

"Maybe you need a new muse, dude. When was the last time you were out on a date?" Adam was teasing now, but the prospect of getting his friend back into the dating scene was making him excited.

"Oh you know, since well, since Julia." Eli said, slightly embarrassed.

"Three years man? That's pathetic. Get it together! You could have any girl you wanted Mr. E.J. Gold," Adam was teasing now, but the light playful banter was actually helping Eli.

"Well any girl who reads my books," Eli responded, pointing out a fact.

"Even better! You know they have good taste in literature! And that they're smart!" Adam was smiling now. Eli gave him a smirk.

"I guess, but I don't know. I don't want someone to want me just because I'm EJ Gold. I want some to want me because of Eli Goldsworthy." He sighed. He finished the first beer and stood up to take another.

"You'll find someone man, I promise. Keep your chin up and get writing. After Stalker Angel and Night Wing you've got to top yourself with something big." Eli glared at him, "But you know, no pressure."

"Thanks Adam, I guess I just needed to see a familiar face as well." Familiar face… Eli's mind started working thoughtfully. Maybe all he needed was someone he knew, someone who he had known before…

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She walked down to the park, eyeing her favorite bench, her book in hand. It was worn and falling apart from being read so many times. It was her favorite book and she knew she needed a new copy but she couldn't bring herself to part from this book that had brought her through so many memories.

I beg for her forgiveness, I need her love, I am dying without her love. And oh what is this love that I feel if it is not returned, for I am nothing. I am a street urchin, I am the lowest of the low. And yet… and yet I beg for her! For her love, her body, her life! I beg for all that she has to give and to give her all that I am. I beg for her, and yet she knows not even my name.

Her heart swooned as the words flew off the page coming to life around her. Bringing her into the world of Megan and John, into their fluid beauty. Away from the hell that spiraled around her, threatening to overcome her.

It was dark when she finally forced herself to walk home. It was empty, what a surprise. She did not eat dinner, ignoring that stabbing feeling in her stomach as she skipped the meal. She trudged her feet up the stairs and opened up her best friend, her laptop. Seeking refuge in the internet was not surprising, but it was not as satisfying as everyone made it seem. It was just as lonely, only this time, there was a white screen in front of you. She logged onto her IM account unsurprised to see that no one was online. It was a Friday night after all, why would anyone be logged on anyway.

She attempted to do my homework, typing away furiously at the big report she had due later in the week. It was better to get it done now, rather than later and it gave her something to do. She became so absorbed in her work that she didn't even realize that she had received an IM.

BackwoodsBhandari: Hey girlie, how you doin?

Clare-Bear22: Ehh same old same old you?

BackwoodsBhandari: Had a good night last night. Dave and I hung out as friends hbu?

Clare-Bear22: Read my book at the park. Nothing new. Miss you Alli

BackwoodsBhandari: I miss you too Clare, we'll hang out soon. I'm taking a trip to go look at some colleges out West this weekend, so maybe next weekend? You and me?

Clare sighed, so she was going to be completely alone all weekend, well she should be used to it by now.

Clare-Bear22: Sounds good have a good weekend!

BackwoodsBhandari: You too baby girl. Love ya! Xoxoxo

BackwoodsBhandari has exited the chat.

"Shoot!" Clare yelled quickly clicking back on Alli's name trying to get her before she logged off.

Clare-Bear22: WAIT ALLI!

Clare impatiently waited at the keyboard waiting for Alli to respond. She didn't, already gone to be absorbed back into her own life. Clare sighed sadly. Alone again.

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The truth was, finding a familiar face was a lot easier said than done. It was after realizing he was 500 miles away from home with the only familiar face being the one he had just seen. With hesitation and almost resolve to try to talk to at least one other person from back home he signed into his old screen name.

Stupidity hits hard, like a ton of bricks.

There was no one on line. He looked at the time. Nine o'clock on a Friday night. He had been stupid to think that someone would be sitting around on a Friday just staring at their computer screen. He had been a freak even in high school so of course he did that, but he had always been writing then anyway. Then, one of the icons of his contacts lit up.

Clare-Bear22 has signed on

He tried to remember a Clare from his high school days, but only one little girl came to mind. A kind of chubby girl with long hair and glasses. Eli was about to sign off when he looked at the blank manuscript in front of him. He was desperate.

BlackEG33: Hey

Hey? That was the best the famous author could do. HEY! Eli looked at the screen almost praying she wouldn't respond and then hoping she did.

Clare-Bear22: Uhm, Hi?

His heart leapt when she responded. He could talk to her.

BlackEG33: What's up?

Wow. He sounded so cool. He quickly clicked on her profile picture. She was the same girl, but she looked entirely different. She had short curly hair now, no glasses that drew the attention away from her pretty blue eyes, and now he wondered why he had ever thought her chubby. She was very pretty.

Clare-Bear22: Uhm, nothing much? Hbu?

BlackEG33: Nothing just doing some work.

Well that wasn't very helpful Eli thought angrily, how was she going to respond to that.

Clare-Bear22: Same I have a big English report due on Monday that I need to get done. It's on Authors of the 21st century.

So she was into English… interesting.

BlackEG33: That sounds like a better report than the one have to do. Who are you doing your report on?

He was cocky to think it would be him. Had he really gotten so big headed that he would automatically assume she was writing about him?

The answer was yes.

Clare-Bear22: It's about Stephenie Meyer.

His heart thudded to the floor. This girl was like every other girl out there. Just jumping on a bandwagon. She clearly didn't know true literature.

BlackEG33: What about her?

Clare-Bear22: It's about how she had such a major impact in such a short time on so many people. How she was able to generate so much wealth and accumulate so much fame but how that changed on the drop of a dime and moved to hate and disregard. It's not an appreciation piece but more about the effect the media can have on young girls. I don't really mind her writing, but she's not a "classic author" by any means. She's more angled towards younger kids anyway. She's nothing compare to my favorite author though.

Eli smacked himself in the head. He was an asshole. He automatically had judged this girl based on one person she chose to write about. He felt the dunce now, but his curiosity was peaked again.

BlackEG33: Who is your favorite author?

His heart thudded slightly with anticipation as he awaited to hear what she said.

Clare-Bear22: EJ Gold.

He punched the air happily.

BlackEG33: Why is he your favorite?

Now he was just fishing for the compliments.

Clare-Bear22: Just the way he writes, I can relate to it so much. I'm sad he hasn't come out with a new book in a while. I have read his other 2 to death. I'm patient though.

BlackEG33: He is a pretty good writer, that's really good insight. Thanks Clare :) I've got to go.

Clare-Bear22: Wait before you leave! What's your name, I have had this screen name for forever and I can't remember who you are.

Eli hesitated for a minute before decided.

BlackEG33: Eli. Bye, good luck on your assignment.

BlackEG33 has signed off.

He moved quickly to his notebook next to his bed. His mind moving too quickly for his fingers.

Who was she? Who was this girl he had never seen before. Who was she and what was she doing here? Where had she come from? She looked like something straight out of his nightmare. Yet he wanted to know her. He wanted to know what she wanted and her name. For the face he had seen could not match what he had dream. She was a mystery. An unanswered question that he longed to know about. If only he could find her again. See her again. But she had disappeared as quickly as she had come and he knew not one shred about her. He was helpless. He pulled the hair from his scalp angrily. She was a puzzle and he needed to solve her.