Disclaimer: I don't own Dawson's Creek nor the characters, so don't sue.

Paring: Ummm, lets see, im on a D/Jo message board so it must be Pissy the chip slayer and Hoey the Slut master. Its D/Jo.

Rating: Unless there is a 12 year old on here that we are not aware of, I think you all are old enough. So PG-13, it can get a little dark though.

Summery: Joey and John have been married for a year, and there has never been a problem. But when John starts showing another side to himself that Joey has never seen before, she starts investigating his background with the help of a detective, they uncover something from Johns past that might hurt Joey's future. All the while something happens between Joey and the detective.

This is an AU fic.

Authors note: I got the title of this fic from a song called "Never Again" by Nickelback. I got the idea from a movie I had seen on Lifetime a couple months ago. I don't know how this will turn out, im just playing it by ear. So things might seem a little confusing in later chapters. This is my first 'Dark' fic, I've always thought I'd be fun to do one of these. So please be nice, and I would really love some advice. Anyway Happy New Years everyone.

'Never Again'

Prologue

He's drunk again, it's time to fight
She must have done something wrong tonight
The living room becomes a boxing ring
It's time to run when you see him
Clenching his hands
She's just a woman
Never Again

'She was terrified, she had never seen him act this way. Sure, he had gotten drunk before, but this was unusual. They had been together for year and a half, married for 1 year, yet this was new to her.' Joey thought as she lay on the floor, forehead cut up, blood dripping down from it.

John was passed out on the floor next to her, clutching a broken beer bottle. Joey was scared, she needed to get to the hospital, but she didn't want to wake up John in fear what he would do if he saw her gone.

Joey couldn't understand why he did it. Did she do something to upset him? Did something happen at work? He had called from the cab after work to say he was going to the bar with a couple guys from work, he didn't sound upset. He had come home drunk at midnight, mumbling something, but when she had simply asked him, 'Why are you so late?' he had just erupted and started yelling at her clutching a beer bottle in his left hand. They had argued for about five minutes before he smacked her head with the bottle and both of them must have passed out.

Joey tried to sit up, but her pounding headache made her fall back to the floor. Finally sitting up she read the clock, 2 AM. Reaching for the phone she dialed 911 as fast as she could, as the numbers were a bit blurry. She reached up to feel her forehead, blood, she knew it was there, she could feel it, releasing her hand from her forehead she saw the blood on her fingertips. Joey quickly glanced at John, who was still passed out beside her. Finally the operator picked up on the other end.

"Hello. 911. What's your emergency?"

"Sorry, wrong number." John said quickly grabbing the phone out of her hand and hanging it up and dragging Joey out of the apartment.

TBC….