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Њ C (8 ь8 8 T ю8 C Times New Roman Symbol Arial Courier New Title: Where My Innocence Was Left Series: Reaching for the Stars (Part 1) Author: Kristin W. (kwilcox@e...) Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from "Dawson's Creek". I'm not trying to break any copywrites.. They belong to Kevin Williamson, producers, the WB, ect. Song lyrics are from the band "Human Drama", which also inspires the titles Rating: PG, pre-slash Fandom: Dawson's Creek Pairing: Pacey/Jack Spoilers: "True Love" and all that came before... Summary: Dawson didn't have a huge epiphany in the Season Finale. He never told Joey to go to Pacey..so she didn't. But after the Ethan fiasco Jack needed a friend, and Pacey decided to stay and be there for him. Author's Note: I pick up as Jack is coming back to Boston, so the scene with his dad never happened. Sorry, I loved that scene too..but this worked out better for my story. ~You can reach for the stars But take what you get here~ -Human Drama ~~Where My Innocence Was Left~~ *Forget waiting. I've just gotta get the hell out of this town* Pacey made his way slowly towards the boat, peering over the last of the boxes stacked up to his nose. The weight unsettled him, and he tripped over a loose board. The boxes went flying, and Pacey toppled to the dock face first. Luckily, the contents weren't fragile. Unluckily, his ego was. *Great. Just great. Because it wasn't bad enough that Doug and Andie were right all along...Left all alone-what a big surprise.* Pacey let out a bitter laugh. *But noooo... I also have to steer my boat off into the sunset with pounding headache. Oh yeah. The day's sure looking up...* He picked himself up and finished loading "True Love", this time carrying the boxes one at a time. He didn't need any more injuries, and with fate's vendetta against him lately...it probobly wasn't wise to push it. Just as he was getting ready to set the boat free from the dock, a voice shot out like a sonic boom through his thoughts. "Pacey! Stop!" Pacey looked up and saw a figure dodging people as he ran, jumping over ropes and speeding down the ramp. It was Jack. *Wait a minute..Jack?!* "Pacey" Jack skidded to a halt and bent over, placing his hands on his knees for support. He had to take a moment to catch his breath, and then continued with only slight panting. "Don't leave..I...I mean...I really...I need someone to talk to..." And then he let it all out, falling to his knees and sobbing in plain view. Pacey was baffled. He had no idea what could have happened to make his friend react like this. Cautiously, he lowered himself to the floor and reached out a hand, patting the crying boy's back in an awkward attempt at comfort. Pacey hated to see Jack like this, he was usually so calm and laid back. There was a sick feeling in Pacey's stomach. It was eating away at him like acid...and was vaguely familiar. Sifting back through his memories, he found the source of the deja vu. It was when that bastard of a teacher was trying to humiliate Jack, clothes and wiped his eyes, avoided Pacey's concerned gaze. "Alright." The two boys walked out of the marina, side by side. Silence hung in the air, but it was a comfortable silence. And "True Love" bobbed in the water, dressed in the vague shadows of sunset...ready to set sail, yet abandoned. ~This damn wind will change direction It will stop you Dead as you walk~ -Human Drama - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - End Part 1 э H I { | ж з - . Г Д к л ' ( j k Ц Ч ! r s Ы Ь ! " R S d e f С Т ш щ ъ l m n Ч Ш y z §ћљїѕѓёяэыщчхуспнлйзегбЯЭЫЩЧХУСПНЛЙЗЕГБЏЋЉЇЅЃЁ ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] ] 8z б в ,
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