I don't own Degrassi. Everything that you don't recognize from Degrassi is mine.
This story takes place six years after the events of "Not Myself"-Craig is 22 and so on and so forth.
Precious Things
Chapter One
Craig Manning sighed as he looked at Troy. Troy Hall was the editor of the Canadian tabloid "Sights and Sounds," and he was also Craig's boss. He was asking Craig to leave Toronto for an assignment.
"So, we need you to go to PEI and take photos of a house."
"Who's house?"
"We heard it belongs to AK Bannister." AK Bannister was a popular and mysterious writer. IN the last five years Bannister's books had become horribly popular, but all that was known about the author was that she was a woman.
"The writer? How did you find that out?"
"I can't tell you that..you've heard of her work?"
"My roommate loves it." Emma did love AK Bannister, as did most young women in the country. Bannister wrote books about everything. She'd done a ghost story set at a boarding school, a comic romance set between the Canadian Prime Minster's daughter and the son of the US president, and a novel about life in a psychiatric ward that Craig refused to read, despite Emma's whining that it would do him good. No, that was a place he'd rather forget about-it had been six years after all.
"I see...so, you leave in two days. We've got you a room in a hotel." Troy handed him some information. "These are flight numbers, hotel into, a map to the house...I'll be calling you every day." Craig nodded. He didn't want to do it, but it was his job and he was headed to Prince Edward Island in two days.
Craig headed back to the apartment he shared with his friend Emma Nelson. Emma was sitting on the couch with her boyfriend Adam who practically lived with the two of them.
"How was the trash heap?" Adam asked, referring to the tabloid news game.
"I'm going to PEI in two days to take photos of a house that might belong to AK Bannister."
"How'd they find out where AK lives? I mean, she's so mysterious. IF you meet her I want an autograph."
Craig rolled his eyes at Emma as he read through his information. "According to my info-and you didn't hear it from me-AK's real identify is probably Melody Matthews, and Ms. Matthew's is in Europe traveling, her house is being watched by her niece, no name given." Emma and Adam both looked at Craig. "So I have to take photos of this house, while someone else is following Melody Matthews and hoping she gives away her identity. I'm getting real job, someday."
"You're a great photographer, you deserve better than this Craig." Emma told him. "And don't forget your meds when you pack."
"I won't forget them, Emma. I'm not stupid."
The next night Craig had dinner with his Stepfather, Joey, his wife Caitlin, and the kids-Angie and year old Evan. "So, I'll call you every day or every other day, ok?"
"Craig, I could get you a job at the station..."
"I don't want to use your coattails, Caitlin." Craig and her had had this argument a million times before. "But..I may have to. I'm thinking about quitting after this job, I'm so sick of being at the bottom of the totem pole at the bottom of a slimy lake."
"I'll miss you Craig." His sister told him, with a hug.
"I'll miss you too, Ange. I won't be gone for long though."
The next day Craig got on a plane and headed to PEI for his assignment.
This story takes place six years after the events of "Not Myself"-Craig is 22 and so on and so forth.
Precious Things
Chapter One
Craig Manning sighed as he looked at Troy. Troy Hall was the editor of the Canadian tabloid "Sights and Sounds," and he was also Craig's boss. He was asking Craig to leave Toronto for an assignment.
"So, we need you to go to PEI and take photos of a house."
"Who's house?"
"We heard it belongs to AK Bannister." AK Bannister was a popular and mysterious writer. IN the last five years Bannister's books had become horribly popular, but all that was known about the author was that she was a woman.
"The writer? How did you find that out?"
"I can't tell you that..you've heard of her work?"
"My roommate loves it." Emma did love AK Bannister, as did most young women in the country. Bannister wrote books about everything. She'd done a ghost story set at a boarding school, a comic romance set between the Canadian Prime Minster's daughter and the son of the US president, and a novel about life in a psychiatric ward that Craig refused to read, despite Emma's whining that it would do him good. No, that was a place he'd rather forget about-it had been six years after all.
"I see...so, you leave in two days. We've got you a room in a hotel." Troy handed him some information. "These are flight numbers, hotel into, a map to the house...I'll be calling you every day." Craig nodded. He didn't want to do it, but it was his job and he was headed to Prince Edward Island in two days.
Craig headed back to the apartment he shared with his friend Emma Nelson. Emma was sitting on the couch with her boyfriend Adam who practically lived with the two of them.
"How was the trash heap?" Adam asked, referring to the tabloid news game.
"I'm going to PEI in two days to take photos of a house that might belong to AK Bannister."
"How'd they find out where AK lives? I mean, she's so mysterious. IF you meet her I want an autograph."
Craig rolled his eyes at Emma as he read through his information. "According to my info-and you didn't hear it from me-AK's real identify is probably Melody Matthews, and Ms. Matthew's is in Europe traveling, her house is being watched by her niece, no name given." Emma and Adam both looked at Craig. "So I have to take photos of this house, while someone else is following Melody Matthews and hoping she gives away her identity. I'm getting real job, someday."
"You're a great photographer, you deserve better than this Craig." Emma told him. "And don't forget your meds when you pack."
"I won't forget them, Emma. I'm not stupid."
The next night Craig had dinner with his Stepfather, Joey, his wife Caitlin, and the kids-Angie and year old Evan. "So, I'll call you every day or every other day, ok?"
"Craig, I could get you a job at the station..."
"I don't want to use your coattails, Caitlin." Craig and her had had this argument a million times before. "But..I may have to. I'm thinking about quitting after this job, I'm so sick of being at the bottom of the totem pole at the bottom of a slimy lake."
"I'll miss you Craig." His sister told him, with a hug.
"I'll miss you too, Ange. I won't be gone for long though."
The next day Craig got on a plane and headed to PEI for his assignment.