Part Two
By: Kat
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Dawson's Creek. This is only for recreational purposes, people!
Rating: PG-13
When we last left our heroes : (In case you didn't read the first one)
"Looks like an accident. Oh my God!" She grabs Pacey's arm and pulls him with her, towards the two cars. As they get closer they both have the same, horrible realization.
"I'm very sorry. Dawson has no brain activity. We're keeping him alive so you can say good-bye."
***
Pacey stands outside Dawson's hospital room. A few tears have managed to fall from his eyes. He wipes them quickly and remembers an important conversation he and Dawson once shared.
"Wow, Pace. Can you believe it? Cliff Elliot. Cliff Elliot is dead."
Dawson shakes his head in disbelief. Pacey nods in agreement. "Poor Jen."
Dawson nods. "I know. Listen Pacey. I have to ask you something really important."
"What?"
"I just want to make sure... I mean... I want you to if......"
"Come on Dawson. I need a subject and a predicate, a few adjectives and adverbs here and there..."
"If something ever happens to me I want you to take care of Joey!" Pacey stares at him, to stunned to speak.
"Take... Take care of her? What in holy hell are you talking about, man?"
"What I mean is I want you to make sure she isn't alone. She's not that bad Pacey."
"I didn't say she was. I'm still not sure what you want me to do."
"Be there for her. In case something happens to me."
"Oh yeah Dawson. I'm sure you'll end up just like Cliff. One day you get a little too crazy at a keger, and the next thing you know ... you choke on your own vomit and die. Uh-huh. I can definitely see that happening to you."
Pacey pretends to envision the idea in his head, nodding and frowning.
"I'm being serious, Pace. Tell me you'll do it."
Pacey looks at him and nods. "Sure. Of course. I'll take care of her."
Joey exits the room. She looks at Pacey, eyes closed, sitting with his back to the wall. He opens his eyes and stands. She throws herself into his arms and begins to cry. He holds her tightly, remembering Dawson's words.
Joey paces around her small bedroom. Seventeen years old. He had to die. Why does this keep happening to me? She collapses in sobs on her bed. She hears a soft knock at her door. "Go away, Bessie! I don't want to talk!"
"It's me Joey," comes Pacey's muffled, low voice. He opens it slowly and sees her on the bed. "Joey..."
"Go away Pacey! I don't want to talk to you or anyone else!"
"Joey you don't have to talk. But I have something to say."
She stands and puts her face in front of his. "What? What do you have to say, Pacey?"
Pacey almost backs down at her tone, but keeps his composure. "What I have to say may sound horrible to you now, but I'm telling the truth. Joey, a long time ago, Dawson made me promise something. He made me promise I'd take care of you if anything ever happened to him." He stops to wipe a tear from her eye. "And that's exactly what I'm going to do." He pulls her in for a soft, sweet kiss.
8 YEARS LATER
"Okay, Erin. Okay. I'll see you in a minute! Bye!" Joey slams the phone onto its receiver and sighs. Joey met Erin and Erin's friend Gretchen at NYU. She and Pacey had decided to stick out college together. And they did.
Now Pacey was working for Personnel Express, a small business gone nationwide. He was in charge of finding people jobs and maintaining a reasonable balance in income among other employees. In other words, he was an overworked, slightly underpaid twenty-five year old.
Joey quickly pulled her shoulder length brown hair into a tight ponytail. As she stepped out onto the busy New York street she saw Erin and Gretchen talking happily at their usual table. Gretchen turned and waved to her and Erin did the same. They were both such sweet girls. They were both tall, thin and beautiful. She had seemed so lost at orientation, at college, they had befriended her instantly. They too had lost touch with old friends, but Joey was secretly happy they had.
"Hey Joey!" Erin exclaimed. "Guess what?" Gretchen rolled her eyes.
Joey smiled. "What, Erin?"
"The cafe has a new waiter and he is so hot! Wait until he comes back!" Erin seemed to bubbling over with excitement.
"Why would a new, hot waiter concern me? I have a wonderful boyfriend already."
Gretchen spoke up in her soft voice. "It never hurts to look."
Erin nearly knocked over the table. "Here he comes!" Joey sat down and turned to look. She could have sworn her tongue hit the dirty, New York sidewalk.
He was tall, broad shouldered with his blond hair in a neat, crew cut. He smiled at one of the customers and Joey's heart skipped a beat. She tore her eyes away from the guy to look at Erin and Gretchen. They were staring dreamily at the stranger. He looked like a model. Joey could feel herself blush as he walked towards their table. Erin's high pitched giggle was silenced as he grew closer.
"Hello, ladies. What can I get you?" His voice was throaty and sexy. When he spoke he showed the set of incredibly perfect teeth. Gretchen spoke first. She was always so calm and cool. Joey envied her.
"Yes, I think we're all ready." She smiled revealing her own perfect teeth.
"First, you have to tell us your name." He smiled again and extended his hand to Gretchen.
"Seth. What's yours?"
He looked at all of them, one of a time. Somehow, Erin had regained her composure and was now in full flirt-mode. "Gretchen."
"Oh and I'm Erin."
He looked at Joey. "And your name is?"
Joey coughed and apologized. "I'm Joey."
He smiled again and asked Gretchen what she would like. Joey wasn't listening and ordered her coffee in a dreamlike state. As Seth walked away, the three girls discovered how good looking he was from the back as well.
Later that night, Pacey stepped out of a cab. He paid the driver and, with briefcase in hand, walked up the steps to the apartment building where he and Joey lived. He smiled at merely the thought of her and happily stepped into the clean elevator.
Joey heard Pacey putting his key in the door and put down her magazine. With some effort he managed to open it while gripping his briefcase. He stepped through the door and smiled at Joey. "Hey gorgeous."
"Hey Pace." He dropped his briefcase by the door and took off his coat, loosened his tie and stepped out of his shoes. Joey considered this a major spectator sport.
"Dinner is ready." Pacey only nodded. She stood and he pulled her into his arms. Then he kissed her and Joey placed her arms around his neck. Dinner could wait.
END OF PART TWO
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