Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi or any of its character... unfortunately.

Title: Bad Case of Lovin' You

Summary: Eli is feeling a bit under the weather, so Clare decides to take care of him.

A/N: I was originally going to post this Friday, but as you can guess, the finale sent me into squealing and flailing mode so I was unable :)

Also, I know this is a little short. My creative juices just aren't flowing as freely these days.


Eli Goldsworthy picked up a thin, white tee-shirt from his bedroom floor and pulled it on. He was supposed to be at Clare's by five so they could make it to the restaurant by 5:30. As he started to put on his light blue button-up, he glanced at the clock on his bed-side table and it read 4:42.

It had been four days since he recovered from his nasty flu that came out of absolutely nowhere. He was true to his word when he promised Clare an amazing date. He wanted to do something to thank her for being so great and taking care of him for those miserable couple days.

He got a reservation at a nice restaurant that Clare said she'd always wanted to try. He hadn't told her where they were going for their date yet because he wanted to surprise her.

After he put on his black tie and buttoned his black jeans, he grabbed his wallet, phone, and the keys to his new car. Bullfrog surprised him with it a couple weeks ago.

He walked to the front door and pulled on his Chucks (he knew it wasn't exactly formal footwear, but whatever).

The summer air rolled over him like a caress. It reminded him of the first night when Clare stayed over while he was sick. He thought of her pressing warm kisses along his jaw and kitten-licking her way down his neck. He smiled at the beautiful memory. He couldn't wait to finally press his lips against hers after many days of being deprived. Eli had refused to let her kiss him and risk getting her sick too.

He sighed like a lovesick fool and got in his car, heading for Clare's.


Eli pulled up to Clare's house at 4:55. He turned off the car and got out, straightening his tie and tucking in his shirt. He walked up to the front door and rapped his knuckles against the wood three times.

He waited for a minute before knocking again after he'd gotten no answer. Another minute went by and still no one came to the door. He then pulled out his phone and started dialing Clare's number. But before he could press the call button, the door opened.

Clare stood in front of him looking… well, like shit. She wore a tee-shirt four sizes too large and baggy sleep boxers. Her light brown curls were a tangled mess, her nose was a light shade of red, and her eyes were bloodshot and puffy.

She sniffled once and looked down at her feet.

"I think I might have caught something," Clare said, the proceeded to have a coughing fit.

Eli stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind him.

"Guess this means we're taking a rain check, then?" Eli said as he reached out to stroke her back.

"Sorry," she sniffled. He kissed the top of her head and breathed in the scent of her tangled mass of hair.

"Don't be. This was my fault," he said, muffled into her hair.

"You told me not to come over, but I did anyway," she reminded him. Eli had to admit, Clare sounded adorable with her congested nose.

Clare backed away from Eli and he looked at her questioningly.

"You should go," she said, "I don't want you to get sick again."

"I don't want to leave you like this," Eli told her.

"And the cycle is just going to keep going," she pointed out. Eli laughed.

"I doubt I'll get sick again this soon," he said. She scowled, but he thought she looked so cute with her scrunched, red nose.

"But…" Clare started.

"But, nothing," he interjected, "How about I return the favor." He stepped towards her and braided his fingers with hers.

Clare stepped forward and rested her head against Eli's shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Where is everybody?" he asked, noticing the silence of the house.

"Mom and step-dad are at work," she explained, "And Jake is out with Katie."

Eli pressed his lips in a line.

"Come on," he said, as he led her over to the couch.


The smell of green tea wafted through the house. Eli carried the two steaming mugs into the living room where Clare was sitting. She was in the middle of the couch, legs pulled against her chest. She had placed an ice pack against the back of her neck to help bring down her slight fever.

"To soothe your throat," he said as he handed Clare the mug. She took it and attempted to breathe in the scent through her nose.

Clare sipped her green tea and set the mug on the coffee table in front of her. She leaned back and curled up against Eli as he picked up the remote and turned on the television. He flipped through the channels and settled on The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, a movie he hadn't seen in years.

He would occasionally rub his cheek against the top of her head and smell her vanilla shampoo. She threaded her arm with his, lightly grasping his left forearm. Clare would sniffle and Eli would hand her a tissue and run his fingers along her warm forehead. He noticed her smile to herself when she thought he wasn't looking.

Clare giggled at some parts of the film, which made Eli grin. She also continued to drink the tea Eli had made her, but his was left untouched. He was too invested in Clare to notice.

"Sorry about our date," Clare said as the credits started rolling.

"You don't need to apologize. And hey, this could still could be considered a date," Eli pointed out.

"Some date," she said, solemnly.

"I still got to spend time with you, so I'm satisfied," Eli smiled.

Clare blushed and Eli leaned down to kiss her reddened nose. She chuckled and slid down so her head rested on top of his left thigh. She looked up at Eli with her innocent, doe eyes that he adores so much, and then closed them. Her head lulled to the side and she fell asleep before the credits are over.

Eli began playing with a tendril of her hair and ran his fingers along the pale skin of her arm.

He turned the volume down on the TV and continued watching the next movie that was playing, which was The Dark Knight.


Helen walked into her home after a stressful day at work. She stuffed her keys into the purse that dangled from her arm and took off her heels. She let out a big sigh and was about to call out to ask who was home, when her eyes landed on the living room couch.

Her daughter was sleeping with her head in the lap of her on-again boyfriend. He is also deeply asleep; his head leaning back against the couch with his mouth parted slightly. His hand rested on Clare's arm. And the credits of some movie were rolling on the TV screen.

She was almost going to go over there to wake them up so Eli could go home, since it was late, but she stopped herself.

She knew the two of them went through a lot of drama in the past, which was why Helen wanted Clare to steer clear of Eli. But Clare was constantly trying to convince her mother that it was all in the past and they were better now. Clare kept telling her that she loved Eli and he loved her bad and Helen always scoffed.

They are just teenagers, Helen always thought. But seeing them like this, so at peace and connected, made Helen think she might change her mind about them. She always knew that Eli loved her daughter by the way he looked at her, like she was the sun, the moon, and the stars. And Clare deserved to be with someone who looked at her like that.

So Helen smiled to herself, turned on her heel, and headed up the stairs to her room, where she closed to the door to her bedroom quietly, as to not wake the sleeping teens downstairs.

This is the last part in this little series I wrote. I'll try to write more stories, but I have papers to write for school, so I'm limited on time.