This story takes place as if the last episode of season 6 never took place.
Jen is still alive and living in New York with her daughter Amy.
New York City
It was a rainy Thursday evening and Joey Potter had just spent another long, exhausting day in the office. She walked out from under the overhang with her umbrella placed firmly above her head and started out the two blocks to her apartment on foot. Joey was looking forward to getting herself out of the uncomfortable shoes she had been wearing all day and cuddle up on the couch next to Trevor. Before she realized it she had reached her stoop and she quickly headed up the stairs to the door. Once inside she lowered her umbrella and began to shake off her coat when Jen walked into the hallway. "Joey, please tell me you didn't just get back from work."
"Sorry to disappoint you Jen but there are a lot of young writers out there in need of a decent editor and I really can't keep them waiting," Joey said with a half smile as she started to walk up the stairs to her apartment on the second floor. "Right now what I am really looking forward to is a nice long bath and a good backrub."
"That sounds like something I could use everyday. Ever since Amy was born I haven't had very much time to myself." Jen watched as Joey turned to walk up the stairs and she herself realized that there was somewhere she also needed to be.
Joey fumbled around for her keys when the door opened. She looked up from her purse to see Trevor standing there looking just as handsome as ever. She smiled up at him before giving him a quick kiss on the lips and welcomed herself into the apartment. "You would not believe the day that I had. I must have read close to 300 pages of teen angst and I am completely exhausted. Maybe you could remind me why it is I took this job in the first pla.." Joey's sentence was cut short when she looked around the room to see a few suitcases next to the couch and close to all of Trevor's belongings boxed up. She turned around to face him with a look of question in her eyes. "What. What is all this? Are you going somewhere and just forgot to tell me about it?"
Trevor closed that door and moved over to the couch. He took a deep breath before he made eye contact with Joey again. "I've been thinking.."
"Oh, You've been thinking," Joey interrupted him pain evident in her voice.
Trevor looked back down towards his shoes as if searching for the strength to continue. "Yes, I've been thinking and I realized that I've been unhappy," he looked up at Joey who had gone from her standing position to sitting on the recliner. He took another breath and continued. "and I'm not sure why but all that I have come up with is it has more to do with who I am then with you. I am unhappy with my life in general. I don't know where it is going and until I can figure that out I think it is best if I leave." For a long while both of them sat in silence not looking at each other. Joey didn't want to believe what she had just heard. Her boyfriend, the one person she thought she could depend on was leaving her because he was unhappy with his life. "Two years, Trevor. Two years we have been together and now you are telling me that you are unhappy with your life. Has this been going on for a while or is this a recent new development? I don't want to know, I just. Why now? I thought things were great and then this.. I don't know what to say, Trevor." She looked up at the ceiling, tears starting to form in her eyes and the realization that Trevor was leaving her was beginning to sink in. Her words came more quite and choked, "I.. I thought I made you happy.. I thought you loved me."
Trevor looked at the crying form of Joey on the couch. "I do love you, Josephine." The sound of her name made her cringe as if he was trying to make this conversation into something less personal. He shifted in his seat before he continued, "I just can't be with you right now. You understand." It wasn't so much a question and more of a command, as if he was forcing her to be ok with this. He got up off the couch and picked up his suitcases and headed for the door. Without turning around he said, "I'll be back in the morning around 10 to pick up the rest of my stuff." And with that he was gone leaving a very confused Joey behind.
New York City
It was a rainy Thursday evening and Joey Potter had just spent another long, exhausting day in the office. She walked out from under the overhang with her umbrella placed firmly above her head and started out the two blocks to her apartment on foot. Joey was looking forward to getting herself out of the uncomfortable shoes she had been wearing all day and cuddle up on the couch next to Trevor. Before she realized it she had reached her stoop and she quickly headed up the stairs to the door. Once inside she lowered her umbrella and began to shake off her coat when Jen walked into the hallway. "Joey, please tell me you didn't just get back from work."
"Sorry to disappoint you Jen but there are a lot of young writers out there in need of a decent editor and I really can't keep them waiting," Joey said with a half smile as she started to walk up the stairs to her apartment on the second floor. "Right now what I am really looking forward to is a nice long bath and a good backrub."
"That sounds like something I could use everyday. Ever since Amy was born I haven't had very much time to myself." Jen watched as Joey turned to walk up the stairs and she herself realized that there was somewhere she also needed to be.
Joey fumbled around for her keys when the door opened. She looked up from her purse to see Trevor standing there looking just as handsome as ever. She smiled up at him before giving him a quick kiss on the lips and welcomed herself into the apartment. "You would not believe the day that I had. I must have read close to 300 pages of teen angst and I am completely exhausted. Maybe you could remind me why it is I took this job in the first pla.." Joey's sentence was cut short when she looked around the room to see a few suitcases next to the couch and close to all of Trevor's belongings boxed up. She turned around to face him with a look of question in her eyes. "What. What is all this? Are you going somewhere and just forgot to tell me about it?"
Trevor closed that door and moved over to the couch. He took a deep breath before he made eye contact with Joey again. "I've been thinking.."
"Oh, You've been thinking," Joey interrupted him pain evident in her voice.
Trevor looked back down towards his shoes as if searching for the strength to continue. "Yes, I've been thinking and I realized that I've been unhappy," he looked up at Joey who had gone from her standing position to sitting on the recliner. He took another breath and continued. "and I'm not sure why but all that I have come up with is it has more to do with who I am then with you. I am unhappy with my life in general. I don't know where it is going and until I can figure that out I think it is best if I leave." For a long while both of them sat in silence not looking at each other. Joey didn't want to believe what she had just heard. Her boyfriend, the one person she thought she could depend on was leaving her because he was unhappy with his life. "Two years, Trevor. Two years we have been together and now you are telling me that you are unhappy with your life. Has this been going on for a while or is this a recent new development? I don't want to know, I just. Why now? I thought things were great and then this.. I don't know what to say, Trevor." She looked up at the ceiling, tears starting to form in her eyes and the realization that Trevor was leaving her was beginning to sink in. Her words came more quite and choked, "I.. I thought I made you happy.. I thought you loved me."
Trevor looked at the crying form of Joey on the couch. "I do love you, Josephine." The sound of her name made her cringe as if he was trying to make this conversation into something less personal. He shifted in his seat before he continued, "I just can't be with you right now. You understand." It wasn't so much a question and more of a command, as if he was forcing her to be ok with this. He got up off the couch and picked up his suitcases and headed for the door. Without turning around he said, "I'll be back in the morning around 10 to pick up the rest of my stuff." And with that he was gone leaving a very confused Joey behind.