A/N: I must say that I hate Charlie. I don't think she was ever right for Fiona. The fact that she dumped Fiona because she's an alcoholic was ridiculous. Fiona deserves so much better than that. And because of that episode I have come up with this.

I understand that the characters aren't completely the same as they are in the show, but that's why this is called fan fiction; not fan faction. Anyway, I changed a lot of what's been going on with Fiona, and Eli with the whole Charlie and Imogen (gag) thing(s). I just think the show would be better off this way… a lot better off. So please read, enjoy, and if you liked it leave a review. And don't worry there will be plenty of other chapters. So, please, please no flames. Don't give me any "Oh, Eli loves Clare, and only Clare, boo-frickity-hoo." Don't get me wrong, I love me some eClare. Again, this is fan fiction.

This story is rated: M for language, sensuality, late in the story sexuality, and partial nudity *lawlz*

Italics: third person, but there is hardly anything in this story in third person. I just had to use it for a little part that's all.

Running to the Edge of the World

By: thekiddiegrinder

Tonight was awful. Charlie doesn't want to be with me because of my past. I know I've made mistakes before, and I regret them, but somehow they've made me stronger. I really thought that Charlie and I would be together… wait, make it together. I really had feelings for her, but they were different than any feelings I've had before. It was special… even if it was just for awhile. Everyone makes mistakes, I'm sure she has made plenty in her life. I thought she'd accept me, I thought she would be different than the rest. She told me that I should've told her earlier, but I thought about this, over and over, and I think even if I had told her sooner in the relationship, she would've left me right then and there. I told her that I would accept that fact that she drinks, it's part of her life, she's in college, and everyone in college drinks at least a little, but I'm okay with that. I don't get why I had to drink, too, just because she did.

There was something that Charlie did that didn't make sense to me, not even a little bit. It confused me more than anything has. She was surprised at me being an alcoholic at the age of seventeen. I'm still seventeen, and she offered me a drink. It was kind of ridiculous, actually. Whatever. I shouldn't even be analyzing everything like this. If she can't accept my mistakes, then she doesn't deserve me, my time or my love.

I sat in this house for only a few minutes after Charlie left, and I couldn't stand being there. The entire place had this terrible, negative, and horrid vibe. I needed to get out of there. I didn't have anywhere to go, so I wasn't completely sure of where I was going, who I was going to talk to or if I wanted to speak to a person at all. I ran outside, and down the street, not stopping, just running. I couldn't stop. Tears were trickling down my cheeks. I thought about how much bad luck I had with guys, now girls, too? I'm just a jinx, and nothing more than that.

I finally stopped. I was out of breath, my heart was pounding, and it wasn't until a few minutes when I realized that I was near a bridge. The wind was making the water crash under me, splashing against the rocks. I shivered from the cold. Tears were still streaming down my cheeks. I sniffled, and choked on my tears, as I slowly lifted my right leg over the edge of the bridge. I sniffled again, holding the rail tightly with my hands, I carefully lifted the left leg. I stood there at the very edge of the bridge. Sobbing, wanting life to end, wanting the bad luck to stop. I took a deep breath, cleared the tears away, and closed my eyes.

I tried to concentrate on the moment, but I couldn't. Cars are driving around, honking, making unnecessary noises. It's impossible to concentrate this way. I thought about jumping into the water. I knew it was shallow, and if I jumped as soon as I'd hit the water I would die instantly. I wasn't afraid of dying, and then I didn't care if I did or not… I just didn't want to exist anymore.

It seemed like time just stretched on, and on for her. Even with the noises, the talking from people in the distance, she couldn't think about anything other than just wanting to jump. She slowly, and carefully, put a foot in front of her, letting it dangle off the high edge from the water.

Only just a few hundred feet away was Eli, having a peaceful night stroll on his motorcycle. He was by himself, and he liked it that way. These past few weeks had taken a huge toll on him. His accident, the painful break up with Clare, the therapists, the constant prescriptions, he just needed to drive around in peace. He needed a drama-free zone for once. He turned the corner, which was about a forty yards away, as soon as his bike made such a sharp turn he saw someone standing by the bridge. First, he thought the person was just standing there, looking into the water, but as soon as he realized that whoever it was, was actually on the edge of it, looking like they were going to jump. He got closer, and his eyes widened, his heart beat increasing.

"Fiona!" He yelled, he parked his bike, and ran towards her.

Fiona opened her eyes, seeing Eli running towards her.

"Don't even try to stop me, Eli," she said quietly, looking at the water. She closed her eyes

Eli stood next to her, "This isn't the way, Fiona. Believe me… I would know."

"Eli, I have to, it's better this way."

"No, it isn't. It never is better this way."

"No one cares about a jinx."

"I care about you."

Fiona looked at Eli, her eyes flooded with tears. She just stared at him, looking into his emerald eyes.

"Come on, this isn't the way," he offered his hand to her, "Take my hand."

"Eli…" Fiona whispered, "Have you ever felt like you're never going to find that person that makes you feel worth something, like you have a purpose in life?"

Eli went silent, and instantly thought of Clare. How bad of luck he had with girls, too.

"All the time," he replied.

Fiona felt not so alone anymore, and reached for Eli's hand. He quickly pulled her over the edge, and hugged her close to his chest. She just stood there, in Eli's arms for a few minutes, just crying hard in his chest.

Eli stroked her hair, and held her as long as she needed to be held. Suddenly, Eli felt a drop of water hit the top of his head. The drop trickled down his forehead, and landed on Fiona's nose. Eli smirked a little as she jumped from the surprise of the water. She wiped it on Eli's shirt, and Eli let out a soft chuckle. Fiona forced a giggle.

I felt something inside of me that wanted to burst out. I didn't know what it was or how to express it, but whatever the feeling was, it wanted out, and I knew I hadn't felt that way in awhile. All I knew at this point was that I felt safe around him - wanted, cared for. He said it would be alright. And suddenly I felt right at home. The hug broke away, but we were still very close.

"Do you want me to give you a ride home?" He asked, sliding his hands in his pockets, his shoulders a bit slumped over.

I didn't want to go home at all. I knew if I did then I would stay there all night, crying about how much Charlie left me over something so ridiculous, and stupid.

"No, I don't want to go home," my voice low, and my eyes shifted to the ground.

"Where do you want to go? Wherever it is I'll be more than happy to drive you there."

"Just anywhere, but home."

"I have an idea," he said, the left side of his lips curved into a smirk.

"What idea?"

He just kissed my cheek with a smile, and said, "Let's go." I felt a rush go through me like lightening. I could feel myself blushing, it was either of embarrassment or that I was surprised that I hadn't freaked out by a guy placing his lips on me… wait, it was much more than that.

He walked away from me, and realized that I was still standing there in awe– more like an idiot.

"You coming or what?" He asked, kind of smirking that famous smirk.

I didn't say anything, all I did was nod like a deer caught in the headlights. I heard his footsteps getting closer, and before I knew it he was closer to me than he had been before, even during his comforting hug. He just looked down at me, and smirked flirtatiously. I could feel his eyes on me, more like digging, and searching through my soul, my heart, my pain. I felt his cold fingers interlock with mine, and right at that moment it started to rain lightly. We both heard thunder, and he squeezed my hand tighter.

He chuckled nervously, and practically dragged me over to his motorcycle.

He pulled out an helmet, and said as he smirked as he tossed it to me, and I made a slight oomph sound, "Try this on for size, girlie."

I let out a soft chuckle, and put the helmet on. I imagined myself looking like an idiot, mostly because he kept smirking, and chuckling at me.

"What?" I said, kind of embarrassed.

He shook his head, "Nothing." He got on his bike.

But I knew it was definitely something, "Right," I said in a flat tone.

"Just get on the damn bike," he ordered with a gentle titter.

I stood next to the bike, although it was only just sprinkling, the seat was wet. I stared at the seat, not wanting to really sit there, because as any girl thinks I don't want it to look or feel like I just peed. He looked at me, and noticed what I was staring at. He got off his motorcycle, took off his jacket, and wiped the seat dry.

"There, now you can get on," he smiled as if he were proud of himself.

I smiled back, "That was sweet, thank you."

He nodded. Just nodded, I smiled again. I hurriedly got on the bike, and wrapped my arms lightly around his waist.

He turned his head towards me, and said with a smile, "Better hold on."

I felt this rushing sensation combined with an uneasy feeling. I placed my arms lightly around him.

He turned on the ignition, revving it loudly… it gave me quivers. The only thing I rode close to a motorcycle was a scooter. Suddenly, the thought of Charlie came into my head once again. The feeling I was having with Eli went away as soon as Charlie entered my mind. I needed her out of my head, so I attempted to make a conversation with Eli as we waited for the bike to warm up.

"So, how far is… where ever we are going from here?" He didn't answer me, all he did was rev the engine insanely loud, and I squeezed his waist tighter. He seemed oddly pleased like he meant to do it. And I thought, oh great, this is going to be the scariest ride I've ever been on, but with him here next to me I would be less scared because I know he wouldn't let anything bad happen to me.

Quickly, the bike took off into the street. With every car he swerved passed, I got more scared. This isn't anything like a scooter. Just to scare me, (and I know it was on purpose) he did a wheelie. A frickin' wheelie!

I gasped, clutched tight to his waist, and asked nervously, my voice shaky, "How much further is it?"

He replied, "Don't you worry, you have a ride headed for you."

I could hear the smirk in his retort. And just with that, he revved the engine louder, and went faster.

It started raining harder, and I closed my eyes, resting my head on the back of his shoulder to shield my face from the cold, piercing rain. I tried to move my mind from the whole Charlie mess, but whatever I thought of somehow lead to her. Everything reminded me of her, everything.

The bike slowed down, feeling like we were only going two miles per hour. He placed his hand on mine, and patted it gently - comfortingly. He stopped patting my hand, but left it there upon mine.

He turned his head towards me, and whispered, "Are you still scared?"

I shook my head, but obviously, he couldn't hear that.

"Hmm?" He made a noise.

"No, no, I'm fine," I replied.

He once again intertwined our fingers. I smiled.

He pulled into a driveway, with a wide white garage door. The house made of bricks, and it was rather larger than most homes I've seen around the town. He turned the engine off, and we got off the bike, with our hands still together. We got to the a door, and took keys out of his pocket. Then I figured out instantly that this was his house, when he put the keys in the door.

"Why is the door locked?" I asked.

He said, "Home alone. Cici and Bullfrog are on vacation."

"Without you?" I asked, confused.

"Didn't want to go," he said quickly, unlocking the door.

"Why?" I asked, the door swung open.

He looked into my eyes, and said, "I'd miss you too much, Fi," he walked into the house, and turned on the hallway light.

I just stood there on the porch, blushing, but also confused. What did he mean by that? What the hell?

He looked behind him, at me, and said sarcastically, "You're gonna stand there all night or what?" He laughed.

"Maybe," I said playfully, trying to play it cool.

BOOM!

The thunder struck, and I ran inside like the coward I am. I ran into Eli's arms, and squeezed tightly, burying my face in his chest. All he did was laugh, and seemed pleased yet again. This kid has issues. He wrapped his arms around me, and kissed the top of my head.

"You hungry?"

"Maybe…" I whispered. Still holding onto him for dear life.

"I'll take that as a yes," he said with a slight grin, then walked into the kitchen.

As he walked into the kitchen, I asked from afar, "Well, if I'm forced to be hungry, then could you at least tell me what you're making?" I asked in a playful tone.

He leaned back from the doorway of the kitchen, so I just saw his head, "Food," he replied sarcastically. And leaned forward so that I couldn't see him any longer.

I covered my mouth, and laughed, shaking my head.

He yelled from the kitchen, "Don't do that, your smile is adorable!"

How did he know that I was covering my mouth? Surveillance cameras? No, I don't think so. But maybe, just maybe. I heard a loud crash coming from the kitchen, and ran down the hallway through the swinging door to see what was going on. He was holding his hand, and I saw blood dripping down onto the floor.

"What happened?" I asked in a worried voice

"I guess someone put the plates in the cabinet wrong," making a slight hissing noise from the pain the cuts were causing.

I walked quickly over to him, the cuts were deep, I even knew that from all the way across the kitchen. I attempted to rip off my sleeve to wrap the wound. But I failed, and the entire left side of my shirt ripped with the sleeve.

I wrapped the cloth around his hand, and even though he was in pain, he looked up at me, and chuckled.

"What?" I asked. "Why are you laughing, you're freakin' bleeding!"

"Cute bra," he said, and nibbled on his bottom lip.

"What?" I asked, confused.

His eyes shifted down to my chest. I looked down, and saw the entire left side of my bra. I gasped in horror, and tried, but failed, to cover it up.

Although embarrassed, I kept trying to dress Eli's wound with my now ripped shirt. When I was finished, he took off his shirt, and handed it to me.

"Here, take this," he smirked.

I took the shirt, "Can you turn around, please?"

"Sure, sure…" He said in a low tone, nodding as he turned around.

I took off my ripped shirt, and tossed it in the garbage. From the corner of my eye I could see Eli's eye shift at me. He bit his lip harder than before, and my entire body warmed up. He was staring at me. I was embarrassed? Maybe not, but I wasn't about to say anything anyway. If I had, he might've kicked me out of his house or it would've been awkward all night with me being there. I didn't want awkwardness with him. I didn't know what I wanted, but in a way, I knew I wanted him to like me. He was staring, yeah, but it wasn't in a "you're a piece of meat, and I want to screw you" kind of way. It was like a… I don't know what exactly it was, but it wasn't anything like that. Eli isn't like that, I knew he wasn't.

"Okay, done," I sighed. His shirt was warm, and comfortable. Plus, it had the best smell I've ever smelt in my entire life. I took a deep breath, smelling it. I felt creepy.

He turned around, and looked at me, still biting his lip. I didn't say anything. I just acted as if I didn't notice it.

He let go of his lip, "Still hungry?"

I laughed, "Not after that horror show, I'm not."

BOOM!

The thunder struck again. I jumped. He laughed. Again.

"Aren't you cold?"

"Not really."

I think he was just looking for a reason to stay shirtless. He was showing off. I thought it was kind of cute. Honestly, I kind of thought the way he looked topless was just as cute as him showing off… wait, did I just say a guy was cute? Hold on, stop the fucking train. What?

We stood in the kitchen in silence, aside from the pitter-patter of the rain outside, as I stared at his shirtless body.

"You look good in my shirts," he smirked.

"What?" I snapped back, distracted by his chest. "Oh, yeah, I guess… How's your, um, your," I couldn't think of the word. My mind was just foggy with the thought of his half-naked body.

"Hand?" He asked, talking to me like I was two years old.

"Yeah, that thing…" I mentally kicked myself.

"It's much better thanks to you."

"Well, you're welcome. Glad I could be of assistance," I curtsied.

He laughed again, I blushed dark red.

"Glad I could amuse you, Elijah," I said, still incredibly embarrassed.

His eyes traveled down my body, (I'm sure he thought I didn't notice him checking me out) and saw my soaking wet skinny jeans.

"Aren't those a little tight?" He asked.

"A little, since they're wet."

He raised an eyebrow, "Really?"

"No, no!" I yelled, "Not like that!"

He smirked, "Are you sure?"

"Shut up," I demanded playfully.

The house keys were hanging out of Eli's pocket, and they suddenly fell onto the ground. The sound was amplified because we were completely silent. I walked over to pick them up, and as I did, he bent down, too, and our hands collided.

I grabbed them from his hand, and teasingly said, "Ha, I win."

He grabbed my wrist gently, and tried to pry them from my fingers, but my grip got tighter.

"Don't make me tickle you," he raised his voice.

I just stuck my tongue at him, and before I knew it, his hand was on my waist tickling me. I giggled, and finally dropped the keys on the floor.

"Loser," he was smug about it, as he scooped them up off the floor.

"You cheated. I still win," I folded my arms, pretending to pout while looking down at him. He stood up.

Thunder struck again, I screamed, and I jumped up, landing in Eli's arms.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt you. Are you that terrified of thunder?"

"You have no idea," I said, his body was hot. Usually it's lightly warm, but this time, it was different. His warmth traveled from his body to mine. I felt safe again. I hugged him back, and whispered, "Thanks."

"For?" He asked.

"For saving my life tonight."

"Don't thank me for it. I should be thanking you for being here with me."

"Why?"

"I missed you."

He said those words again, and I didn't know what they meant. My mind was racing, and there were so many different meanings of saying I missed you to someone. I didn't want to look into more than it was.

"But we saw each other at school today."

"I know, but that doesn't mean I can't miss you."

"What about Imogen?"

He let me go, "We aren't together."

"She claims you as if you are."

"Well, we're not. If you haven't noticed, she's completely crazy."

"I've noticed, I won't lie. But…" I sighed, "If you want to be with her, it's fine with me. If she doesn't want me around you, I completely understand." I took one step away from him.

He pulled me back, looked into my eyes, and said, "I promise you that I'm not with her. I don't think I'll ever be with her. Have you heard the shit she pulled on me? I told you, remember? She's off her rocker, Fiona. I don't want her."

I forced a smile, trying to please him.

"I know what your fake smile looks like, don't try to fake it with me."

"I'm sorry," I frowned, looking down at the ground awkwardly.

He put his hand on my chin, and lifted it up a bit making me look at him, "Smile. For real this time."

I couldn't do it, I couldn't smile, not right now. I just figured I would fake it again, but this time I would have to be more believable. So, I did.

He let go of me, and I walked into the living room completely forgetting about the mess of glass… he followed.

We sat on the couch, he was still topless, and we were trying to watch TV, but it kept losing signal because of the storm. We just turned off the TV, tired of it resetting every five minutes.

For about fifteen minutes there was an awkward silence until I yawned.

"Tired?" He asked.

"Kind of," I said softly, putting my arm on the couch, and resting my head in my hand.

"You can sleep in my parent's bed," he said as he stood up.

"Oh, okay, thanks."

He took my hand in his, interlocking our fingers, and guided me up the stairs.

"Would you like to borrow a pair of pants?" He asked with a fake English accent, stopping outside of the bedroom door.

I giggled at the way he said it. It was cute. "That would be nice, thank you."

"Well, go inside, take off those things, and I'll be back with something warm…" he cleared his throat quietly, bit his lip and continued, "and dry." As he said this he was looking up, and down my body slowly.

I went inside, and closed the door behind me. I started to take off my skinny jeans, attempting to balance on one leg to pry the wet jeans off my legs. He knocked, and before I could say anything at all, he walked in, and saw me standing on one leg. I got nervous, and fell right in front of him. Feeling my face get hot, I quickly got up, and realized I was standing in just my panties. I reached over, and quickly grabbed the blanket from the bed, and wrapped it around me like a skirt. He started bursting out laughing. I was kind of outraged.

He came in gave me the pajama pants, and teasingly said, "Good luck with putting these on."

I snatched them from his hand, and mockingly said, "Ha, ha, ha, very funny."

He smirked, and left the room, but didn't close the door behind him. I wondered why. I walked over to the door, and closed it.

I walked back to the bed, and I dropped the blanket on the floor to put on the pants. As I hunched over to put the pants on, he walked back into the room before I could get them on.

"I forgot to say g–" He didn't finished his sentence. I jumped on the bed, and covered myself up with the sheet.

"Good night?" He said, confused, as if he didn't know what happened. Which is kind of fishy because from the time he walked in to the time he left, he was smiling as if he did it on purpose.

"Night!" I said quickly, and unintentionally loud.

He shut the door, and I flopped down on my back, and groaned loudly. "Ugh" Why must I always embarrass myself in front of this guy? Why does he make every situation awkward, but somehow in a good way?

I said, (loud enough for him to hear) "That Eli, incorrigible!"

I heard a loud ha coming from Eli, as if he were saying, she knows I did it on purpose.

I looked up at the ceiling, and heard feet shuffling through the hallway. I could see Eli's shadow through the bottom crack of the door. I didn't hear his bedroom door open or close. I wondered what he was doing, and if he even went to bed.

I stayed up for the next half hour thinking about what had just happened, and what happened earlier that night, counting how many times I embarrassed myself. I started counting on my fingers.

1... 2... 3... 4... No, stop counting. It isn't making anything easier. I took a deep breath, unable to sleep. Out of nowhere, while I was in deep thought, I heard an extremely loud BOOM. It was thunder. I screamed, and the door flew open (surprisingly fast, as if he were right by my door).

"Are you okay!" He asked in panic.

"Fine… I think. Just scared, sorry for waking you…" I said softly.

"I wasn't asleep, don't worry."

"Uh…" I didn't have a thing to say to that.

He was standing at the foot of the bed, shirtless, and in his boxers. I blushed, and giggled, looking down at them. I was flabbergasted at the thought that they were white, and had duckies on them.

"Nice boxers," I said with a giggle.

"Aren't they! They're just soooo cute." He said in a valley-girl tone.

"Stop, okay. J–just stop. Don't ever do that again."

"Why?" He kept talking like that, teasing me.

"It isn't normal for you."

"It isn't normal for Fiona Coyne to be in my house half-naked, sleeping in my parents bed, but I let that one slide, now, didn't I?"

"What if I said it was normal?"

He raised on eyebrow, then winked at me. I blushed yet again.

"So, are you okay?" He asked again.

"Yeah, fine, just kind of jumpy. I'll be okay," I exhaled.

"Do you want some company until you fall asleep?"

I didn't reply, I just stared down at the covers. Before I knew it, he was getting under the covers with me, and lying down.

I slid over to give him more room.

"Don't worry, I don't have cooties… today."

I laughed softly, "No, it's not that."

"What is it then?"

"I'm just giving you more room, that's all."

"What if I don't want more room?" He moved his eyebrow up and down, flirting with me, I could tell.

"What does that mean?" I asked, my voice squeaking.

"Uh… come closer, duh," he faced me, as I was sitting up, turning over on his side; "Just lie down, get comfortable, and go to sleep. You need it. It's been a long night for the both of us."

I slid down, getting on my back.

"I'll just stay here till you fall asleep, that's all."

"Night, Eli," I said sleepily, and before I knew it I was in deep slumber.

And there you have it. A perfect beginning to the perfect Feli story. But don't fret, it's not over yet. I just rhymed! (I just thought of Imogen just now, and I temporarily scared myself.)