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Summary: Craig is blowing the world away with his music. Ellie is conquering the world with her pen in hand. Could these two end up together after all? Future AU. CraigxEllie

A/N: Okay... I am leaving my comfort zone in fanfiction. I have never wrote anything for Degrassi before... ever. Matter of fact, I have only written for The Office, a smart, hysterically funny sitcom on NBC... check it out. But back to Degrassi, it is a guilty pleasure, one I'm have been feeling a little disappointed in recently. I'm not here to bash the show, I'm simply here to write a fiction about the best couple in my opinion... Craig and Ellie. If you're not interested, please stop reading now. You have been warned.

The feedback from the speakers rang through the stadium, sending an unpronounced alarm to the attendees, alerting them that the time had arrived, that the moment was here, that Craig Manning would be gracing them with his presence, that life would begin from stage left and end on stage right.

Craig watched from the left wing, giving his guitar one final tune up before he walked out. He smiled down on the fiberglass, watching the light from above hit the panel and shine to the heavens. He only felt home with it in his hands, knowing that every question could be answered there. It held only the truth and shined like justice, and it made every dark shadows become a faint memory. In the moments before he approached the stage, he had this clarity that couldn't be matched. It was in those times that he saw his life in perspective, when he looked at his decisions and his choices and realized his place in the world. But only than did he hear the roar of the crowd, the hum of the speakers and the rhythm of his heartbeat and knew that his life was like his music, infinite.

He looked to his left and saw his roadie, Ted, standing with a clipboard in his hand, signaling to the other stage hands that he was going to march on stage and he took on final breath, This is your life, Craig Manning. Weird, right? And as he took the stage and played the first chord to the opening song, the deafening volume took hold of the moment, taking him along for the ride.

The wind awakened the trees, breathing life into the quiet village in the obscure outback of Zimbabwe. The sound of the distant conversations of wise visionaries could be heard from the very spot that a red-haired woman sat, watching the world from her notepad, describing it with her wit and knowledge and adjusting to the optimistic presence with her long-obstructed cynicism. She smirked at her surrounding, taking it all in, wondering how the hell Ellie Nash ended up here.

She watched as a mother and child gathered firewood from the nearby forest, collecting for their family, smiling and waving at the visitor from the West, and knowing that she wouldn't cause them any harm. Ellie smiled back, feeling welcomed by them and knowing that they felt the same. She closed her eyes again, breathing in the smells and the sir of these people, knowing that it would end tonight. She sighed, remembering her flight in the morning, having to leave these people that welcomed her for the past two weeks. She had come to know their rituals and patterns and in her short time there, she had felt a sense of home. She looked down at her notepad, touching her words with her fingertips and almost reliving each experience. She had only ever felt close to a home with her pen in her hand, knowing that her voice could describe her thoughts the way the written word could. There was a sense of a harmony, and rhythm and unity that made every sentences and phrase meaningful, not only to herself but to the world.

As she noticed one of the village's leaders leave his home and beckon Ellie to come in, she smiled and nodded, taking in each step she made closer to him. She hitched up her worn-out messenger bag and let a smirk rest on her lips. Moments like this, when she felt so far removed from her normal made her stop and think, Ellis Nash, you are a world-renowned journalist. This is your life. As she approached the door, she noticed the smiling faces at her arrival, taking it all in at once.

That's it for now. I don't want to give too much away without seeing if it's worth it. I hope you like this little sneak peek and I hope I haven't made a huge mistake on this... only one way to prove me wrong.

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