| Broken Hearts by Kitka Rating: PG for death themes and language Genre: Angst Couple: Pacey/Andie; Dawson/Joey; Jack/Jen Spoilers: Second season Summary: Jack and Joey meet again years later in a hospital after having just said goodbye to two loved ones. Disclaimer: Andie McPhee, Jack McPhee, Pacey Witter, Dawson Leery, Joey Potter, Jen Lindley, Tim McPhee, and Dawson's Creek are all � & TM their respective owners. Everything else is � & TM the author, Kitka. I make absolutely no profit whatsoever off of this story. WARNING!: This is a death fic for two characters. This fic is nothing but death and angst. You have been warned. "Don't cry for me, Jack," she whispered hoarsely. "I'm finally getting the peace I've wanted." "Don't talk that way, Andie," Jack pleaded, holding tightly yet not so tightly as to damage his fragile sister any more than she already was. "You're going to be okay." "Jack, it's my time. Please try to understand," she whispered, struggling to find the right words. "I don't want to leave you, and I never will. I'll always be with you . . . in your heart . . . just like Mom and Tim. But I'm finally going to get to rest and be happy." "I could make you happy." She smiled sadly, tears misting over her faded blue eyes. "I know you would have done your best to. You're what's kept me going all these years, but nothing left on this planet can make me happy." "He's not worth this." Jack fought to keep his own tears from falling though they sparkled in his anguished eyes. "I never said he was." Her answer was so soft that it was barely audible. He could feel her beginning to leave him, and the icy fingers of dread gripped his heart so tightly that his subconscious thought he might also have a heart attack. "Andie, please," he exclaimed, clearly projecting the panic that filled his very core, "you can't leave me! I need you! I love you, sis! You can't do this to me . . . to Lynn!" His terrified mind grasped blindly for any straw of an ideal that might make her hold on for even one second longer. "Jack, please," she whispered, fighting desperately to stay conscious long enough to get her message across to her beloved brother and best friend, "don't be sad for me. Maybe this way . . . eventually . . . I'll finally get another chance to be happy . . . with him . . . If you see Pacey . . . let him know . . . I never stopped . . . loving him . . . please . . ." The monitor was showing her fading heartbeat, and Jack looked desperately to the nearest doctor in that part of the Emergency Room. "Please," he begged, his eyes and voice filled with tears, "isn't there anything you can do?!" Even as the doctor slowly shook his head and started to speak, Andie's weak voice brought Jack back to look at her. "Jack . . . remember . . . I love you . . . I'll never leave you . . ." The tears finally began to flow from both their eyes. "Andie!" ". . . always be . . . with you . . . 'm sorry . . ." As she had been speaking these last words, her voice had been fading steadily until finally she could no longer make her words audible. "Andie," Jack reached out a shaking hand to lovingly caress his sister's face, "you can fight this. It's not too late." Even he knew the last was a lie. Even as he rushed to get out one last "I love you", Andie's eyes rolled upwards, and in the next heartbeat, the machine's scream echoed through the corridor like a ghostly wail of sorrow as it announced the death. ~*~*~*~ "I want you to do one thing for me, Joe," he spoke in a hushed, weakened tone. "Anything, Pace," she instantly answered, struggling desperately to hide the tears from her eyes. "When you see Andie," he said, pausing to catch a long breath before continuing to force the words out, "tell her I never stopped loving her." She wasn't surprised. She wished she could have been, but she had seen the way he had looked at Andie over the years. Whenever the blonde had not been looking, Pacey had gazed after Andie with as much tortured adoration as she herself had looked upon her fiance with since they had been kids. " . . . stay with her, though . . . make sure she . . . doesn't do anything . . . don't know . . . how it'll . . . affect her, but . . . she deserves to know." "I will," Joey promised, clinging to Pacey's hand with both of hers. For one moment that terrified Joey, Pacey closed his eyes, fighting against the pain. "Pace?" she asked, struggling to keep her voice from quivering. She started to stand, simultaneously opening her mouth to scream for help, but his voice stopped her. "Joe," he pleaded quietly. Inwardly, she sighed with enormous relief as she sank back onto her uncomfortable chair. Outwardly, however, she merely asked, "Yeah?" "Tell Dawson . . . he better . . . take damn good care . . . of you . . ." "You can tell him yourself," she said, "when he gets here." Pacey was silent which scared Joey more than any words he could have spoken. "DOCTOR!" she yelled as she saw him begin to fade. "IN HERE! QUICK! PACEY, HOLD ON! JUST HOLD . . . !" Even before she could finish her last sentence, the machine announced him dead, its scream joining another wail in the corridor. ~*~*~*~ |
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