A/N: I just got hooked on Dawson's Creek. I'm on the fifth season now. When I saw the eppy "The Bostonarions" I thought this should be done. Even though Spielberg is mentioned in this he really doesn't do anything. I'm following the rules people! I should mention this is my first DC fic! Thanks again to my beta Matt! You rock!

Mr. Spielberg, I Presume:
By: LOSTrocker

Dawson couldn't believe he was actually on a Hollywood set. It would only be minutes until he would be in the leagues of some of the best. He would be lying to himself if he wasn't nervous, but he was anxious too. His dreams were coming true, and that was very rare.

The sun was literally shining down on him. There wasn't a cloud in the sky today. He smiled as he made his way through the lot. It was a good omen. When Dawson couldn't think this day couldn't get any better, it did.

"Mr. Spielberg."

Dawson's heart stopped. He wasn't sure if he was hearing correctly. He
stopped dead in tracks. "Please, say it again." He pleaded to whomever was listening.

"Mr. Spielberg, over here."

Dawson whirled around and sure enough there was the man himself. Steven Spielberg was joining a group of his colleagues it seemed. Joey said this would happen, he just didn't expect it to be so early.

"What would you do if you saw him?" Joey had asked him.

He gave her the best answer that he could. It would be a "Thank you," for
making my childhood a little bit more bearable. Now, that he was merely a few feet away, that was easier said then done.

At this point, Dawson forgot how to walk. "Okay, I can so do this."
Dawson told himself. "One foot in front of the other." Slowly, he began to
move. "And we have lift off."

The distance between him and his idol was becoming shorter and shorter. When he was inches away he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. Dawson looked at the man again, he looked awfully busy. Dawson figured he was planning his next feature film. Tom Cruise was attached to it, and Dawson knew it would be a smash hit at the box office.

Dawson just smiled at him. He was sure Steven wouldn't want some pesky little film student on the rise to bug him. So, much to his better judgment, he turned around and left him behind. Dawson came to a corner and he had to turn. Before he did, he looked back at Spielberg and still gave him his gratitude anyway.

"Thank you," Dawson whispered.

Dawson Leery never ran into him again after that. He wasn't angry about it. It was just how things were meant to be. At least he was in the presence of greatness and that was more than enough.

Fin.