A/N: random bit of randomness that popped into my head. Enjoy! (be-te-dubs, this is very short)

"What are you doing?"

Eli looked up from his tools and wiped grease from his hands as he stood up.

"Taking precautions," he replied casually. Clare raised an eyebrow, obviously confused. Her eyes dropped to the pile of scraped metal laid out behind her boyfriend.

"Is that… was that a bike?" she asked. Clare attempted to look around Eli, but he leaned in to block her view. They continued this dance for a few moments until Clare gave up. She let out a frustrated sigh. "Why am I not allowed to know what you're doing?"

"I'm…taking precautions," he answered. There was a nervous hitch to his voice now. Clare pouted. She was getting nowhere and Eli was looking rather uncomfortable. And then she smiled.

"You are so cute when you're working and getting all greasy," she said as she wiped her thumb over Eli's cheek removing a smudge of dirt. Eli smirked and leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. Just as he began to pull away, Clare spun around him and finally got a clear look at Eli's work.

"It was a bike!" She shouted, happy to have guessed right. She turned back at Eli, but he was in the middle of walking slowly backwards, away from her. Confused, Clare turned back to the pile of bike pieces. Realization dawned on her.

She spun around in time to see Eli running to Morty. "ELI GOLDSWORTHY! COME BACK HERE AND PUT MY BIKE BACK TOGETHER!"

A/N: I combat sad things with humor, woot!