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Author’s Note: It took me a while to write this chapter. There was a definite writer’s block, but thankfully I got through it. It has now been two days or so since Dawson and Joey slept together, and Joey is still confused about it, not wanting to hurt Pacey or Dawson. I hope everyone likes the story, I’m really trying to make it believable and good. Thanks to Kristine and Amy for helping me out with all my questions, and Brandi and Hannah for being my ‘editors’. And thanks to Ashley for helping me with my many writers blocks and constant questions.
Feedback: Feedback is very much wanted! PLEASE send me feedback, this is my first Dawson’s Creek fanfic. You can send me feedback at Naskt8@aol.com or at DawsonJoey4E@aol.com.
Spoilers: The Series Finale, and a few references of some episodes from the earlier seasons.
“Leery? Leery?!” An annoyed Australian voice cut through Dawson’s thoughts.
“What? What’d you say? I‘m sorry,” Dawson asked as he tried to shake off thoughts of the person that were constantly flooding his mind for the past two days.
“Bloody hell Leery what has gotten into you?” Todd asked.
Dawson sighed as he raked his fingers through his hair and sighed in frustration. “It’s Joey.”
“Joey?” Todd repeated. “Oh right, right. I know who you mean now. The pretty brown-haired one.”
“Yup, that’s the one,” Dawson assured him.
“Hey, isn’t she the one back in College when you were with that Natasha broad?” he asked, remembering back.
Dawson rubbed the back of his neck as he remembered that mess. “Ah…yup.”
“So what happened this time? You’re not with another girl; not to my knowledge anyway,”
“No, no I’m not.”
“Then what’s the bloody problem? Just settle your differences and go on livin’ happily ever after,” Todd said.
Dawson looked at his friend from his desk. “I wish it were that easy.”
“Wait a second, isn’t she with your other pal there, Pacey was it?” Todd asked, just realizing.
“Yes.” Dawson regretted the timing that he and Joey had chosen to sleep together. Not that the two of them had ever had the best timing together.
“Bloody hell, Leery! No wonder you’ve been so out there these past few days. You slept with you best friend’s broad!”
“Ok, well If you wanna get technical, she was mine before she was ever Pacey’s,” Dawson said quickly. Todd laughed.
“Don’t matter. You two still…” Todd trailed off. Dawson began to feel uncomfortable with the way the conversation was heading.
“Okay, you know what? I’ve decided to end this conversation,” Dawson said as he put a pen away on his desk.
Todd looked at him and grinned as Dawson tried to ignore him.
“Joey? Here’s a few more; just arrived today,” her secretary said as she placed two more scripts on her desk.
“Thanks,” she said. With that, her secretary smiled and walked back out, leaving Joey alone once more. Joey sighed as she looked over at the thick envelopes that were now piled on her desk. She tried to get back to reading the script she was almost done reading. Although as hard as she tried, her mind was on other things…Dawson.
Just then, the phone rang, knocking her out of her thoughts. “Hello?”
“Hey there, working girl.” Joey smiled at the familiar voice.
“Oh, I’m not interrupting anything am I?” her sister asked quickly.
“Actually no, I was just thinking. Why, what’s up?” she asked.
“I called to talk to you about Dawson.” Bessie told her. Joey momentarily lost her voice.
“Dawson?” she repeated.
“Jo, what’s going on?” Bessie asked. Joey’s mind raced as she thought of what to do.
“Nothing‘s going on--”
“Jo, he’s called the house once every day for the last week asking if I’ve heard from you. And granted I know the two of you all too well….”
“Bessie, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she lied.
“Oh yes you do. Did something happen between you and Dawson in L.A?” Bessie asked.
Joey went silent.
“You didn’t sleep with him, did you?” she asked. Again, Joey was speechless. “Joey, you didn’t! What about Pacey?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m going to do, Bess,” Joey admitted. “Promise you won’t say anything to Pacey.”
“Joey, you know I would never do that. I just don’t want you to get hurt,” Bessie told her little sister.
“Yeah.” There was a long silence. “Can I call you back later? I got a lot of work to do,” she admitted.
“Sure, of course.”
“And uh, If Dawson calls again, just…tell him I‘m out of town on a trip.” The two girls said their goodbyes and hung up.
Joey picked up one of the scripts on her desk and attempted to focus on reading it.
As she lay beside him with her head resting on his chest, she could feel the rise and fall of Dawson’s chest. Outside she could still hear the rain fall.
The two of them had fallen asleep a few hours ago, both too exhausted to fight the sleep any longer.
Joey lay there, still not able to believe that she was there, with Dawson. Pushing the rest of the world out of mind, she snuggled closer to him. Dawson then stirred from his sleep wrapping his arms around her…
“Joey? Joey!” A voice cut through her dreams. She quickly lifted her head up from her desk and looked up.
I-I’m really sorry Elise. I must have…dozed off,” Joey said as she tried to shake off the sleep.
“Are you feeling alright?” Elise asked. Joey nodded.
“Yeah; yeah I’m just tired is all,” she assured her.
“Why don’t you go home? It‘s getting pretty late,” Elise told her.
Joey looked down at her watch and realized it was almost nine. “Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She collected her things and went home for the night.
“Pace, you home?” Joey called out as she walked into their apartment and placed her bag on the small chair by the door. It had been three weeks now since she went to L.A. and Dawson had continued to call to try and find her. It hurt her to do that to him, but she knew if Pacey found out I’d hurt him, and she didn’t want that.
Just then, a strong pair of arms wrapped around her stomach, ripping her out of her confusing train of thought.
“Pacey, god you scared me!” Joey said in relief.
“Sorry, you looked deep in thought so I decided to sneak up on you,” he explained. Joey gave her infamous half smile as she carefully pulled out of his arms and waked over to the couch with the script in her hands.
“Is everything…ok?” Pacey asked as he walked over to her and sat down beside her on the couch.
“Yeah, I just have,” she held up the script, “some extra work to do.”
“Yeah, I’ll just let you finish up,” Pacey said as he got up. Joey knew he was hurt by her cold actions.
“No, Pace, it’s not you. I just haven’t felt good the past few days, and the work load has been…” she trailed off. “It’s not you,” she assured him once more.
Pacey smiled. “Ok.” Now Joey felt bad. She had tried to avoid Pacey as much as possible since she got back from L.A. She took her glasses off, to show that she was taking a break.
“So how was work?” Joey asked curiously, trying to make conversation.
Pacey walked back over to the couch and sat beside her once more. “It’s going great. Actually I don’t know if you remember me telling you this, but I was just in good ol’ Capeside the other day,” he informed her.
“Really?” she asked.
“Yeah, and you’ll never guess who was there.” Joey felt the color drain from her face.
“Who?” she asked, pretending she didn’t know.
“I ran into Dawson.“ Joey forced a smile and tried to stay calm.
“Really? H-how’s he doing?“ she asked.
“We really didn’t get to talk though, he was kinda busy.” Joey sighed in relief.
“Jo you sure your ok?” Pacey asked.
“Sorry. Tired,” she said quickly.
“I hear ya. Don’t stay up too late,” he said as he got up and headed towards their bedroom.
“Night Pace,” Joey said as she remained on the couch.
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