Clare Edwards is a rising journalist for Carter Magazine that is chosen to do a segment on retired artist, Eli Goldsworthy. She was never a particular fan of him, but involving herself with him may have changed her for the good - or the bad.

Hello guys! I miss the constant fanfictions updates back during Season 10. *sad sigh* I used to write a LOT of Eclare during season 10 then went M.I.A for over two years and now im back for Season 13 Eclare! Which right now, im not proud of. Anyway, im no journalist so I have very little knowledge on how the profession works but I hope my efforts do it justice! Enjoooy! x x


I'm nervous.

Sitting on the red velvet chair in my boss' office, I tap my heel on the carpet impatiently. The bustling noises of hurried workers outside the glass wall soothes me and I take a deep breath. My first thought was that I'm getting fired but I've done nothing wrong and I've always been punctual on my articles. My boss, Mr. Drew Torres, is silently flipping through pages in a manila folder, his brown eyes skimming through the thin notes in sloppy handwriting. I get more impatient by the minute and I refrain myself from asking too many questions. It's a known fact that it's a pet peeve of Drew's to bug him with unnecessary questions. After a few minutes he finally closes the folder and crosses his arms, looking up at me with a casual grin.

''Ms. Edwards,'' he starts. ''I have a crazy idea.'' He chews on the tip of his pen as if thinking hard about something and I sigh deeply. Drew is always the one to be over dramatic about certain things, and he loves killing people with anticipation. I lean forward only slightly, waiting for his apparently crazy pitch. ''I want you to write a nice, not-to-shabby article about-'' He pauses and shuffles through his papers before holding one up in excitement. ''Eli Goldsworthy! Retired artist with a hint of teenage rebellion.'' He continues on about Eli Goldsworthy. He's a 24-year old artist living right here in Canada. He toured around the world before finally retiring for unknown reasons. ''He's a bit of a cynic, so don't let him cloud you're bubbly personality.'' Drew winks at me before handing me the small manila folder he was just flipping through minutes before.

''I've already contacted him and you're set to meet and follow him around as you please.'' Drew leans back on his chair and folds his hands. ''I want this to be perfect, we are the first media platform he has agreed to be part of since his retirement a year ago, you can not fool around Edwards.'' I nod in reply realizing I have not said a word since I came in. It's normal though, Drew likes hearing himself speak.

''When do I begin?'' I say.

''Tuesday.'' Drew replies. ''All the information is right in there.'' He points at the folder, ''this is going to be your bible for the next few weeks, don't lose it.''

''You are dismissed.''

I walk out the office with a new wave of confidence. Drew asked me - out of all people - to be the one to cover this obviously important project. Like always, I can not let him down and I will surely create an article worthy of his appreciation.

A Few Hours Later

''You're still working on a Friday night?''

My best friend, Alli Bhandari walks through my bedroom door with two Starbucks drinks in her hands. Her long black hair is tied into a neat ponytail and I suddenly feel slightly conscious in my footy pajamas.

''Well, work ended a few hours ago.'' I say glancing at my clock. ''This is um..optional work.'' I look down at my laptop which displays a website of Eli Goldsworthy's full biography. My manila folder aka my bible, sits beside me. My bed is cluttered with papers and my yellow notepad is filled with ideas and messy doodles.

''You seem more like a stalker then a journalist doing her job.'' Alli sits on the edge of the bed, the only spot not covered in paperwork and fine print. Alli had no idea on what it was like to be a journalist, instead, she's a personal trainer with her own workout routine CD. Impressive, I know.

''It's so frustrating, '' I say. ''Theres so little about him. Even when he was active and around in the media there's barely any big time headlines about this man.'' I scroll down the webpage and reach the ending of the Early Life portion of his biography and click another link. ''He doesn't even seem all that popular.''

''Well then it's good you'll be having exclusive down time with Mr. Mysterious.'' She replies smugly. Her smile is filled with tease and humor but I feel the complete opposite.

''What makes you think that he would ever have a tell-all with some strange journalist looking for good information?'' I look at her and she lifts her shoulders in a careless shrug.

''It is the journalist's job to uncover all the hidden details.'' Alli grins, poking my side. ''So do just that.'' She stands up and walks over towards the door, ''and then tell me all about it.'' She leaves with a knowing wink before closing the bedroom door behind her.

I don't know how i'm gonna do just that.