Matter Of Time

Part 1

Author's Note: I watched Peggy Sue got married and was bored out of my mind. So I wrote a fic. Same idea as the movie. Hope it won't be too confusing.

~*~

"When I'm with you, I feel like nothing. I feel like I'm nothing." Pacey shouted angrily.
"That's why I flinch when you come to touch me. It's why I never touch you. Why I never even think about it." He had a look of disgust on his face, which sent chills down her spine.
"Because when I start to, it just reminds me that I'm not good enough."
"You done?" Joey asked stiffly.
"Done? Oh no, I'm not done. I'm just getting started."
"Well, you can stop right now." She tried to say with the last ounce of dignity she had left.
"You can go to hell." She walked past him and fled to the upper deck, needing to get away from the pitiful looks from the spectators.
She could hear someone walk after her and she foolishly hoped that it was Pacey.
"Joey." That was not the voice she wanted to hear.
"Joey." He repeated.
She spun around fast.
"He humiliates me in a room full of people, and it's not even true." She lashed out.
"It's not who I am." She said a little more softly this time.
"I know." Dawson said, putting his hands on her shivering arms.
"I mean, I don't understand why he would say all that because that's not who I am." She slowly shook her head.
"I know." He tried to reassure her.
He pulled her into his arms, letting her rest her head on his shoulder.
"I just" She stammered.
"I just want to be alone." She pulled away from him and walked away.

~*~


She hung her head low as couples whispered when she walked by. She couldn't believe this was how her senior prom was ending. She held the thin wrap closer to her body and leaned against the rail.
"Joey?"
She quickly dried her eyes. "Jen?"
Her friend was bobbing her head. It didn't take long for her to notice how intoxicated she was.
"Jen, you should get down from there. You could fall." She stepped towards her carefully.
"You're just as boring as Drue." Jen giggled.
"You should shut up and join me." She patted the railing beside her.
Joey couldn't help, but smile. "Falling into the cold ocean water would actually be the perfect ending to this night."
"You won't fall. I'll make sure." The blonde smiled widely.
"What the hell, the night can't get any worse than it already has. Maybe the icy water will help clear my head." Joey muttered as she climbed over the rail ever so carefully.
She knew she was making a colossal mistake as she sat down next to Jen.
"Where's Drue?" Joey asked her, gripping the rail tightly.
"Where's Pacey?" Jen shot back, shutting Joey up.
"I guess this year wasn't quite a success either."
"No." Jen shook her head sadly at the memory of Henry.
"We should've come together." Joey smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"Too bad there won't be another prom." Jen sighed.
"I just want to go home."
"So soon?" Jen said sarcastically.
"At least can we go somewhere where my feet can touch the ground?" Joey asked.
"Only because you are my date." Jen swung her legs around and hopped off safely back onto the deck.
Joey bit her lips. Suddenly getting back on the ground seemed like an impossible task.
She placed one leg over the railing then was about to bring the other one over when she felt her foot slip. She tried to reach for the rail, but it was too late.

~*~

Joey stirred a little and cringed as she felt a sharp pain shoot up her left arm.
"Joey?" A young boy's voice called out.
She tried to open her eyes, but everything seemed blurry.
"Peter!" The boy shouted with fear.
She heard footsteps.
"What happened?" Another voice asked.
"She jumped off the swing." The boy replied.
Swing?
She tried to get up, but fell back. The last thing she remembered was Pacey shouting at her, then Dawson running after her.
No, she was sitting with Jen on the rail.
Was she dead?
"Joey?" The boy shook her softly.
She tried once again to open her eyes.
"She's awake!" He shouted with relief.
"Dawson?" She choked out.
This couldn't be Dawson. This boy was barely thirteen!
"You're not brain damaged." He hugged her with happiness.
It was Dawson all right.
He slowly helped her up to a sitting position. She looked around desperately, scared out of her wits.
Where was she?
"Joey?" It was the other boy. He looked familiar too. "I'll go get mom."
"Everything's going to be alright. Mrs. Masik will take you to the hospital." The blonde boy said in a soothing voice.
"Mrs. Masik?" She croaked out.
"Yes. Peter's mom." He frowned a little.
Suddenly her surrounding was all too familiar.
She brought her right hand to pinch herself to make sure that she wasn't dreaming, but froze.
Her fingers weren't long and beautiful anymore. They were chubby and small!
"Dawson?" She held onto his arm tightly.
"Joey? Are you okay?" He asked nervously.
This couldn't be what she thought it was. She was thirteen again.
"Mrs. Masik!!!!!!" Dawson called out. "Mrs. Masik!!!!!!!"
She sat on the ground, stunned.



Yoshhh