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disclaimer holds for the entire fic.
Colors of the Night
Chapter 1
The brush flew across the large canvas, colors blending, bleeding together. Passionate reds, cool blues, and sunny yellows, all swirling together, creating colors all their own. Rock music blaring out of speakers, answering machine blinking, and the pounding on the door all going unnoticed to the artist.
"Joey!"
Joey Potter grabbed another brush, and smudged a dark green paint on the canvas.
"Joey!!" The pounding on the loft's metal door almost rattled the windowpanes on the ceilings skylight.
"Joey Potter! Open this damn door right now!!"
She stepped back from her creation, and tilted her head to one side, nodding triumphantly; she flicked a switch on the wall, turning the music off, and then jumped slightly when she heard the pounding on her door.
"So help me God, Jo, If you don't open the damn-" The blonde outside the door broke of as the huge door slid open, revealing a tall woman with paint splattered over her face and clothes.
"Can I help you, Kate?" Joey Potter raised her eyebrows, and leaned against her doorframe.
Katelyn Meadows sighed and shook her head at her friend, and client. "Actually, Josephine. You can." She grinned when she saw Joey wince at the use of her full name.
Jo sighed and ushered Kate in, mock bowing subserviently, "And how, Oh, Great One, may I help you?"
Seeing Kate pause in front of her latest creation, Joey grinned, then answered the question she knew would come out of her agents' mouth, "Yes, that is what kept me from answering the door. I do assume that you had been pounding on it for quite some time before you resorted to threats of bodily harm." She inquired wryly.
The sleek blonde turned to Joey, and raised an eyebrow, "You know, Jo, I've dropped clients for less than what I put up with with you."
"Yea, yea. But only the bad ones. Me? You love." Joey walked into the kitchen and looked at Kate, who was still slobbering over the new painting, albeit discreetly. Grabbing the orange juice, she sat on a stool that was placed strategically at the long custom table that separated the kitchen from the rest of her loft. Gesturing for Kate to take the opposite stool, she poured the juice into a tall flute. Then looking at Kate, who was obviously here on business, Joey grinned and poured another flute half-full with the juice. On the pretence of putting the juice back in the fridge, she grabbed one of the bottles of champagne she had stashed on the fridge door.
When she turned around, Kate raised an eyebrow. "It's a bit early for you to get soused. Expecting to celebrate, Jo?"
Innocently, Joey grinned. "I thought I was celebrating already? For your information - and I don't know how you've gone 7 years without knowing this about me - I always have a mimosa when I've finished a new painting." She poured the expensive wine into the elegant glasses, then handed one to Kate.
"So. What are we toasting to?"
"Well, to another one of the paintings that will make us both a fortune, of course!" Joey laughed as she and Kate clinked glasses and took a long sip of their drinks.
15 minutes, and 2. or 5 mimosas later, Joey finally got around to asking the reason for Kate's morning visit.
"So, why are you here, anyway? I'm expecting that you didn't come here at." She looked at a clock, "8 o'clock on a Friday morning for purely pleasure."
Kate's eyes widened and she shook her head, "I can't believe that I forgot!! God, how idiotic can I be?"
"Kate, Spit it out, already!" Joey prompted.
"Okay! You know Pacey Witter, right?"
"The actor?"
"And Restaurateur. He's opening a restaurant here in New York, remember?"
"I think I heard that somewhere, yea." Joey stood up, walked over to the fridge, and motioned for Kate to continue.
"Anyway. A little birdie told me that he's been interested in your work for a few years."
Joey shook her head, "So? I knew that, already." She grabbed a spoon, and a cup of yogurt, and sat back down.
Kate gave the brunette a stern look, "I wasn't finished. Anyway... As I was saying, He's been interested in your work." She shot Joey a superior glance before she continued. "And, he's going to be at your big Show tomorrow night!" Kate finished triumphantly.
Joey almost choked on the spoonful of yogurt that she had just put in her mouth, "What?! He's coming tomorrow?" She asked once she could breathe, again.
"Yep, apparently, he's been wanting to meet the mysterious 'Joey'. So when he heard that you were finally going to be revealed to the public, put a face to the name, as they say, he jumped at the chance of getting on the VIP list... which was just handed to me last night."
"Wow. Well, I guess that's what comes of selling your art to the stars, your name gets around. So, what's up with Pacey Witter, these days, anyway? All I know about him is that my sister adores him, and that he's hot."
Kate looked at Joey in amazement, "You seriously don't know who he is?"
"Not really. You know me, the mysterious, yet popular artist? The Recluse?" Joey shook her head and ate another spoonful of yogurt. "Anyway, I don't really watch movies. I hear all about Pacey Witter from Bessie. I swear, she's a very small step away from obsession. She's almost like a teenager." Joey laughed.
"Oh, Is Bessie coming for tomorrow night?" Kate asked, "Because if she is, I'll have to add her onto the VIP list."
"No, she can't make it. Did I tell you that she was pregnant again?" Kate shook her head. "Yea, she is, so I told her not to travel all the way from California. Since Bodie got the job there, I haven't seen them that much, but I'm so happy for them. We talk like, every day."
"How is Bodie? And Alex, and Jenna?" Kate referred to Joey's now 10 year old nephew, and 4 year old niece.
"They're great. Bodie's having a complete blast being the Head Chef, and The kids are. Well, they're kids. Alex broke his arm last week when he fell - or should I say when he tried to fly from his tree house, again. You would think that after six attempts, and two broken bones he would figure out that he can't fly, but." Joey shook her head.
"Apparently not, huh?"
"Nope. And Jenna's started pre-school last week. She loves it. And now Bessie, and Baby number three! Life is good for the Wells' Clan."
"Well, that's good to hear." Kate stopped talking when she saw Joey yawn. Looking over at the still wet painting, she frowned, "Did you get any sleep last night?"
Joey smiled sheepishly, "An hour, or two. I got up around one because, well, because of that." She gestured towards the vibrant canvas. "I needed to paint it, so I did."
"All night?" Joey nodded, "With the music on." Joey nodded again. "I'm surprised you haven't been kicked out of this place yet."
Jo smiled, "I made sure that the whole place was soundproofed before I bought it. One of the perks of having a broad budget."
Kate chuckled at the gross understatement, "Jo, you know you could buy this entire building a few times over, and still have enough for a beautiful property on the ocean, and any costs of building a custom home. Which I happen to know is your dream. The home at the ocean, not the building, thing.
Joey smiled slightly, and nodded, as she stifled another yawn. "Maybe one day, I'll do it. I love this apartment for now, though."
Kate looked around the huge (mostly) one-room penthouse, with it's white walls adorned with 'Joey' originals, and it's simple, sleek stainless steel designs for the kitchen. The homey living room section, the 'bedroom corner', as Joey called it, with the large king-sized bed and soft sheets. And, of course the art half of the loft, with a collection of easels, all types of paints, a clay wheel, and an art table where Joey painted all of the clay works that she created. She also had a part sectioned off where she had a Kiln installed; so she could fire her own clay.
"Yea, it is a great place, Jo. I especially love the bathroom. the black marble, and stainless steel is calling my name right now, in fact. So, I'm just going to relieve myself, and then I'm going to go. You need to rest, you have an appointment with the owner of the Gallery tonight at eight to make sure the layout is how you want it for your 'coming-out' show tomorrow." Kate got up, and grabbed her purse. "You, go to bed, get some sleep, I'll see myself out."
Joey nodded tiredly as her agent walked towards her bathroom. Standing up, she gathered the mimosa glasses and yogurt spoon, and placed them in the sink, then threw the empty yogurt cup in the trash. Stretching, she walked over to the raised dais that led to her bed, and took a bottle of water out of the mini-fridge that matched her other steel-box bedside table. Taking a drink, she sighed, and grabbed a blindfold that she found useful when she wanted to sleep-in, or when she had stayed up all night working, as she had the night before.
Yawning again, she sat the water down, and put on the blindfold. Joey heard Kate call a quiet goodbye, and she thought she responded, before she snuggled in the cool lilac sheets, and fell asleep.
*~**~*~**~*
Pacey Witter sighed, as he studied a brilliant painting of reds and oranges, flowing together with cool tones to create a fiery sunrise over the ocean. The subject itself would have been considered unoriginal, if it wasn't for the impression of another depth, another painting within the fire of the sun. Pacey tilted his head, trying to make out the form in the flames, he deliberately unfocused his eyes, then gasped at the startling clear picture of two bodies intimately entwined in a passionate embrace.
"Amazing, isn't it?"
"What?" Pacey turned, and barely restrained another gasp at the sight before him. An elegant woman in a striking purple dress, modestly cut in the front, and ending just above her knees. With a simple diamond and silver earrings dangling from her ears, and a single black opal hanging from a long silver chain. Her hair was held up by no obvious means, but it was like a crown of chocolate curls gathered on her head, and lightly floating down to kiss the tops of her shoulders, she shifted slightly, and he caught sight of a bright purple streak of hair woven through her curls like a ribbon. A Goddess. That was the first thought that flew through his mind. He saw her lips begin to move, and stopped his ragged pursuit of her body.
"Amazing, isn't it?" The goddess repeated.
"Yes, both pictures." Pacey nodded, and raised the champagne glass that he had been ignoring to his lips. The woman raised an eyebrow.
"Both pictures?" She inquired softly, a small smile playing on her face.
"Yes, the lovers in the sun, don't you see them?" Pacey inquired, curious.
"Yes, I do. Although, not many others see them as clearly as I can." She nodded at the painting.
"So," Pacey cleared his throat. "Are you here for the long awaited unveiling of the elusive 'Joey', like everyone else here?"
The mysterious woman looked almost amused for a moment, and then inclined her head. "In a way, I suppose."
He was intrigued, "You mean you already know who he is?"
The woman's quiet laugh came from within, "You could say that."
Pacey looked at the woman again, taking in her silver/green eyes, and seeing the intelligence there. "I'm Pacey Witter."
"I know." Was her only reply.
He held his hand out for her to shake. Taking her slender soft hand in his, he would have sworn that he felt something else, but an instant later, he wasn't so sure. "And you are?" he prompted as he let go of her hand.
"I am. Going to see you again soon." She saluted him with her own champagne glass, and then melted into the crowd behind her.
"Damn," His soft curse drew curious looks from an elderly couple standing behind him, he didn't notice, as he was too occupied by his thoughts of a dragon-eyed Goddess.
Colors of the Night
Chapter 1
The brush flew across the large canvas, colors blending, bleeding together. Passionate reds, cool blues, and sunny yellows, all swirling together, creating colors all their own. Rock music blaring out of speakers, answering machine blinking, and the pounding on the door all going unnoticed to the artist.
"Joey!"
Joey Potter grabbed another brush, and smudged a dark green paint on the canvas.
"Joey!!" The pounding on the loft's metal door almost rattled the windowpanes on the ceilings skylight.
"Joey Potter! Open this damn door right now!!"
She stepped back from her creation, and tilted her head to one side, nodding triumphantly; she flicked a switch on the wall, turning the music off, and then jumped slightly when she heard the pounding on her door.
"So help me God, Jo, If you don't open the damn-" The blonde outside the door broke of as the huge door slid open, revealing a tall woman with paint splattered over her face and clothes.
"Can I help you, Kate?" Joey Potter raised her eyebrows, and leaned against her doorframe.
Katelyn Meadows sighed and shook her head at her friend, and client. "Actually, Josephine. You can." She grinned when she saw Joey wince at the use of her full name.
Jo sighed and ushered Kate in, mock bowing subserviently, "And how, Oh, Great One, may I help you?"
Seeing Kate pause in front of her latest creation, Joey grinned, then answered the question she knew would come out of her agents' mouth, "Yes, that is what kept me from answering the door. I do assume that you had been pounding on it for quite some time before you resorted to threats of bodily harm." She inquired wryly.
The sleek blonde turned to Joey, and raised an eyebrow, "You know, Jo, I've dropped clients for less than what I put up with with you."
"Yea, yea. But only the bad ones. Me? You love." Joey walked into the kitchen and looked at Kate, who was still slobbering over the new painting, albeit discreetly. Grabbing the orange juice, she sat on a stool that was placed strategically at the long custom table that separated the kitchen from the rest of her loft. Gesturing for Kate to take the opposite stool, she poured the juice into a tall flute. Then looking at Kate, who was obviously here on business, Joey grinned and poured another flute half-full with the juice. On the pretence of putting the juice back in the fridge, she grabbed one of the bottles of champagne she had stashed on the fridge door.
When she turned around, Kate raised an eyebrow. "It's a bit early for you to get soused. Expecting to celebrate, Jo?"
Innocently, Joey grinned. "I thought I was celebrating already? For your information - and I don't know how you've gone 7 years without knowing this about me - I always have a mimosa when I've finished a new painting." She poured the expensive wine into the elegant glasses, then handed one to Kate.
"So. What are we toasting to?"
"Well, to another one of the paintings that will make us both a fortune, of course!" Joey laughed as she and Kate clinked glasses and took a long sip of their drinks.
15 minutes, and 2. or 5 mimosas later, Joey finally got around to asking the reason for Kate's morning visit.
"So, why are you here, anyway? I'm expecting that you didn't come here at." She looked at a clock, "8 o'clock on a Friday morning for purely pleasure."
Kate's eyes widened and she shook her head, "I can't believe that I forgot!! God, how idiotic can I be?"
"Kate, Spit it out, already!" Joey prompted.
"Okay! You know Pacey Witter, right?"
"The actor?"
"And Restaurateur. He's opening a restaurant here in New York, remember?"
"I think I heard that somewhere, yea." Joey stood up, walked over to the fridge, and motioned for Kate to continue.
"Anyway. A little birdie told me that he's been interested in your work for a few years."
Joey shook her head, "So? I knew that, already." She grabbed a spoon, and a cup of yogurt, and sat back down.
Kate gave the brunette a stern look, "I wasn't finished. Anyway... As I was saying, He's been interested in your work." She shot Joey a superior glance before she continued. "And, he's going to be at your big Show tomorrow night!" Kate finished triumphantly.
Joey almost choked on the spoonful of yogurt that she had just put in her mouth, "What?! He's coming tomorrow?" She asked once she could breathe, again.
"Yep, apparently, he's been wanting to meet the mysterious 'Joey'. So when he heard that you were finally going to be revealed to the public, put a face to the name, as they say, he jumped at the chance of getting on the VIP list... which was just handed to me last night."
"Wow. Well, I guess that's what comes of selling your art to the stars, your name gets around. So, what's up with Pacey Witter, these days, anyway? All I know about him is that my sister adores him, and that he's hot."
Kate looked at Joey in amazement, "You seriously don't know who he is?"
"Not really. You know me, the mysterious, yet popular artist? The Recluse?" Joey shook her head and ate another spoonful of yogurt. "Anyway, I don't really watch movies. I hear all about Pacey Witter from Bessie. I swear, she's a very small step away from obsession. She's almost like a teenager." Joey laughed.
"Oh, Is Bessie coming for tomorrow night?" Kate asked, "Because if she is, I'll have to add her onto the VIP list."
"No, she can't make it. Did I tell you that she was pregnant again?" Kate shook her head. "Yea, she is, so I told her not to travel all the way from California. Since Bodie got the job there, I haven't seen them that much, but I'm so happy for them. We talk like, every day."
"How is Bodie? And Alex, and Jenna?" Kate referred to Joey's now 10 year old nephew, and 4 year old niece.
"They're great. Bodie's having a complete blast being the Head Chef, and The kids are. Well, they're kids. Alex broke his arm last week when he fell - or should I say when he tried to fly from his tree house, again. You would think that after six attempts, and two broken bones he would figure out that he can't fly, but." Joey shook her head.
"Apparently not, huh?"
"Nope. And Jenna's started pre-school last week. She loves it. And now Bessie, and Baby number three! Life is good for the Wells' Clan."
"Well, that's good to hear." Kate stopped talking when she saw Joey yawn. Looking over at the still wet painting, she frowned, "Did you get any sleep last night?"
Joey smiled sheepishly, "An hour, or two. I got up around one because, well, because of that." She gestured towards the vibrant canvas. "I needed to paint it, so I did."
"All night?" Joey nodded, "With the music on." Joey nodded again. "I'm surprised you haven't been kicked out of this place yet."
Jo smiled, "I made sure that the whole place was soundproofed before I bought it. One of the perks of having a broad budget."
Kate chuckled at the gross understatement, "Jo, you know you could buy this entire building a few times over, and still have enough for a beautiful property on the ocean, and any costs of building a custom home. Which I happen to know is your dream. The home at the ocean, not the building, thing.
Joey smiled slightly, and nodded, as she stifled another yawn. "Maybe one day, I'll do it. I love this apartment for now, though."
Kate looked around the huge (mostly) one-room penthouse, with it's white walls adorned with 'Joey' originals, and it's simple, sleek stainless steel designs for the kitchen. The homey living room section, the 'bedroom corner', as Joey called it, with the large king-sized bed and soft sheets. And, of course the art half of the loft, with a collection of easels, all types of paints, a clay wheel, and an art table where Joey painted all of the clay works that she created. She also had a part sectioned off where she had a Kiln installed; so she could fire her own clay.
"Yea, it is a great place, Jo. I especially love the bathroom. the black marble, and stainless steel is calling my name right now, in fact. So, I'm just going to relieve myself, and then I'm going to go. You need to rest, you have an appointment with the owner of the Gallery tonight at eight to make sure the layout is how you want it for your 'coming-out' show tomorrow." Kate got up, and grabbed her purse. "You, go to bed, get some sleep, I'll see myself out."
Joey nodded tiredly as her agent walked towards her bathroom. Standing up, she gathered the mimosa glasses and yogurt spoon, and placed them in the sink, then threw the empty yogurt cup in the trash. Stretching, she walked over to the raised dais that led to her bed, and took a bottle of water out of the mini-fridge that matched her other steel-box bedside table. Taking a drink, she sighed, and grabbed a blindfold that she found useful when she wanted to sleep-in, or when she had stayed up all night working, as she had the night before.
Yawning again, she sat the water down, and put on the blindfold. Joey heard Kate call a quiet goodbye, and she thought she responded, before she snuggled in the cool lilac sheets, and fell asleep.
*~**~*~**~*
Pacey Witter sighed, as he studied a brilliant painting of reds and oranges, flowing together with cool tones to create a fiery sunrise over the ocean. The subject itself would have been considered unoriginal, if it wasn't for the impression of another depth, another painting within the fire of the sun. Pacey tilted his head, trying to make out the form in the flames, he deliberately unfocused his eyes, then gasped at the startling clear picture of two bodies intimately entwined in a passionate embrace.
"Amazing, isn't it?"
"What?" Pacey turned, and barely restrained another gasp at the sight before him. An elegant woman in a striking purple dress, modestly cut in the front, and ending just above her knees. With a simple diamond and silver earrings dangling from her ears, and a single black opal hanging from a long silver chain. Her hair was held up by no obvious means, but it was like a crown of chocolate curls gathered on her head, and lightly floating down to kiss the tops of her shoulders, she shifted slightly, and he caught sight of a bright purple streak of hair woven through her curls like a ribbon. A Goddess. That was the first thought that flew through his mind. He saw her lips begin to move, and stopped his ragged pursuit of her body.
"Amazing, isn't it?" The goddess repeated.
"Yes, both pictures." Pacey nodded, and raised the champagne glass that he had been ignoring to his lips. The woman raised an eyebrow.
"Both pictures?" She inquired softly, a small smile playing on her face.
"Yes, the lovers in the sun, don't you see them?" Pacey inquired, curious.
"Yes, I do. Although, not many others see them as clearly as I can." She nodded at the painting.
"So," Pacey cleared his throat. "Are you here for the long awaited unveiling of the elusive 'Joey', like everyone else here?"
The mysterious woman looked almost amused for a moment, and then inclined her head. "In a way, I suppose."
He was intrigued, "You mean you already know who he is?"
The woman's quiet laugh came from within, "You could say that."
Pacey looked at the woman again, taking in her silver/green eyes, and seeing the intelligence there. "I'm Pacey Witter."
"I know." Was her only reply.
He held his hand out for her to shake. Taking her slender soft hand in his, he would have sworn that he felt something else, but an instant later, he wasn't so sure. "And you are?" he prompted as he let go of her hand.
"I am. Going to see you again soon." She saluted him with her own champagne glass, and then melted into the crowd behind her.
"Damn," His soft curse drew curious looks from an elderly couple standing behind him, he didn't notice, as he was too occupied by his thoughts of a dragon-eyed Goddess.