Angels Watching Over Me

Summary: When Clare Edwards gets a newspaper assignment to write a story on JT Yorke, three years after his untimely death, she gets so much more than she ever expected.

Part One: I'll See You in My Dreams

Katie Matilin waltzed into the office, her arms full of papers. Clare Edwards sat up straight and looked torwards where she stood, wondering what this week's assignment would be.

"So, I've got some new assignments for all of you." She announced coolly, eyes glancing over everyone in the room. "Shelly, you'll be writing about the upcoming basketball tryouts. Kaylie, your going to be answering all of the Dear Jane letters. Alex, you'll be interviewing Mr. Simpson on being principal of the year and the course of action he takes to keep the school dance in a few months, safe. And...Clare, you'll be writing an article on JT Yorke."

Clare stared at her with a wide, blue gaze. "JT Yorke?" She repeated the name with a stunned expression on her face. "The boy who was murdered at a party, three years ago?"

Katie smiled and took a few steps torwards Clare's desk. She nodded. "I figured it would be an...interesting story, considering the anniversary of his death is coming up. You're the perfect writer for the job."

The girl in question chewed on her bottom lip as Katie turned away. She really had no idea as to how she was going to write this article.

After school, Clare, Jake, Adam, Eli, and Fiona all met up at The Dot for a quick dinner. It was a weird group, but ever since the shooting at the end of the last school year, they'd all grown rather close.

"So, Clare, Jake mentioned that you have to write a new article for the shool paper." Fiona commented, eating a fry delicately.

Clare gave a weary smile and nodded. "Katie wants me to do a story on JT Yorke."

Jake's eyebrows rose in confusion as he wondered why the name sounded so familiar.

"He's the one that they have the memorial of, at Degrassi, isn't he?" Adam asked curiously.

Clare nodded. "Yeah, I read a little bit about the death online, during lunch. It's so horrible what happened to him. I mean, from what Darcy told me, JT was a really nice, sweet, funny guy. I think that's why I am going to focus on his life. His story intrigues me. I'm just hoping that I do him justice."

"You're an amazing writer Clare. Of course you can do it justice." Jake said, kissing the top of his girlfriend's curly head, and hugging her to his side.

She blushed at his words and his attention. "I sure hope you're right." She murmured softly.

Later that night, Clare was leaning up against her headboard, dressed in her pink flannel pajamas with her laptop resting on her lap. She'd been on it most of the night, trying to dig up some information on JT. She hadn't found much, other than more information about his death, articles about the play he and someone named Liberty Van-Zant had put on and clips from his children's show, PJ JT. She'd watched the clips online and she completely got why people had liked him so much. But it still wasn't enough to go on.

With a sigh of frustration, she gently shoved her laptop away from her and fell back amongst her pillows. She had no idea how she was going to get the story done by the deadline that Katie had given her. She still had worries that she wouldn't do this innocent boy justice.

Closing her eyes, in thought, she fell asleep from pure exhaustion.

She awoke sometime later by a noise.

"JT Yorke was..." A playful voice reasd off of a notebook. "Well, surely you can do better than that. Charming, witty, hilarious. I think that those words fit me pretty well." The voice let out a laugh.

Clare's eyes popped open and she looked torwards the end of her bed where a figure, dressed in a pair of jeans and a white shirt sat. She let out an ear splitting scream and fell out of her bed, scrambling up against the wall. Her blue eyes were alarmed as she stared at the figure.

The person grew concerned and took a few step torwards her, stopping infront of her.

"Who are you?" She questioned, breathlessly.

He gave her a boyish smile and ran a hand through his shaggy brown hair. "I'd have thought that it would've been obvious." He said, his eyes trailing over to where her laptop sat on her nightstand.

Clare followed his gaze in shock as she looked back at him. Her gaze trailed over his all too familiar face and she swallowed hard. "You're JT Yorke." She whispered disbelievingly.

To be continued: Next Part: Clare and JT talk, Clare and Jake go to talk to JT's old friends.

A/N: In this story, Cake have a secret relationship. Their friends know that their dating, but their parents don't and are still planning out their marriage.