Stand In the Rain

A/N: These are my thoughts on the...very interesting 2011 promo that showed on teennick. The one scene in particular where Clare opens the door to see Fitz standing there in the rain. This will probably have about five or six chapters. Maybe more.

Summary: She couldn't just turn him away. Not when he looked the way that he did. A Flare fic.


When he came to her door, in the pouring rain, she just couldn't ignore him. She couldn't turn him away. Clare Edwards wasn't that type of girl. So she let him in, despite the fact that her mom wasn't too big on teenage boys being in the house when she wasn't there. She didn't know what happened to Mark Fitzgerald, and she didn't want to drag it out of him. She just knew that she had to help him. That seemed more important than her date at The Dot with Eli. She could always reschedule that, so she led him to the house and up to her room where she grabbed him some clothes that she'd stolen from KC when she'd dated him a year ago and then pointed Fitz to her bathroom.

She went back downstairs to sit on the couch and wait for him to return. Many scenarios of what had happened to him ran through her mind. She'd seen a look on his face that she'd never seen before. Atleast not on Fitz and it scared her. What had happened to him to cause the haunted look in his eyes?

There was one suspicion that wouldn't leave her mind, but she didn't want to believe it. Of course, she knew that things like abuse happened. She'd been proven that last year, when KC had told her about what his father had done to him. It didn't mean that she understood it, though. She could never understand how a parent could harm their child. Clare furrowed her brow and looked torwards the steps when she noticed that he'd been gone a long time. Standing up, she walked torwards the steps and began to walk up them, stopping at the bathroom door. The shower was still running, but it wasn't the only sound she heard. Biting her lip, she knocked gently on the door and asked in a soft voice, "Fitz? Are you okay in there?"

She waited for a reply, but he didn't answer, so she nervously pushed the door open. Gasping, she stumbled back as her eyes landed on the boy in question. He was sitting with his back against the wall, near the shower. a fluffy, white and pink towel was wrapped around his waist and he had his knees up under his chest as he stared blankly at the wall before him.

Her horrified blue eyes landed on his arms which were wrapped protectively around his knees. Bruises and what looked like cigarette burns stood out against his skin, and she was sure that they would look worse in the morning. Squeezing her eyes shut, she took a breath and stepped farther into the room and knelt infront of him. Her small hand reached out to touch his arm but he flinched away from her lifting his gaze to lock with her own.

Clare felt tears sting her own eyes when she saw the pain that shone in his.

Next Chapter: Fitz confides in Clare about what happened. Secrets and fights