Whilst nostalgia road tripping on re-runs, I have finally decided to post this story, whose beginning has been interred in a notebook since my high school days...which was many many moons ago. Alas, enjoy, and let me know what you think!

Also, I sadly own none of these characters, or Dawson's Creek in any respect.

"I refuse to let you do this! Do you hear me?" I screamed after him. I caught him by the shoulder and turned him to face me. His eyes were downcast, though I could notice the tear streaks on his cheeks, his hands shook as did his voice when he finally spoke.

"I must. I do not deserve your favor, nor your affections, my lady." I lifted his chin so that his eyes finally met mine, a small smile across my lips. His eyes were cloudy with grief, tears brimming on the brink of overflow, catching like dew on his long thick lashes.

"You cannot think that by leaving all of our feelings will simply disappear. I long for your touch when we are mere metres apart, no great distance will render my love for you obsolete. I will follow you. I will haunt your every footfall. I am your past, your present and future." I all but whispered, his hands had taken mine at some point I could not quite recollect. It was the most natural feeling, simply being together.

"Your love for me?" he questioned hesitantly as if it's repetition would invalidate the meaning, though his eyes held the spark of hope my words had planted.

"My unwavering, unrelenting, soul-searing love for you." I reiterated, conveying everything I was feeling through my eyes, his responded in kind, and his lips finally found their way to mine. The kiss began chaste, deepening only as the fear of being one finally left us. I could feel his smile against my lips and knew that in this, and any world, is exactly where I wanted to be.

"We'll have to leave, Elvie," He whispered against my lips. "Your father will never approve."

"i don't care, Otto. My life here will never be what I want it to be. Not if I don't get to spend it with you."

"My life is only where you are, madame."


Joey awoke with a start, for not the first time that week, and shook her head only slightly amused when she noticed the clock said 3:27, again. She looked at her husband, sleeping soundly and snoring slightly, and kissed him on the forehead before sneaking off to her study. Since the dreams started she'd been writing them down, needing to capture the scene from her mind on the page. The feelings evoked were so real, every time she woke she felt as if it were her in those dreams, subconsciously she did feel herself to be the woman. Elvira. It finally clicked, that had been the woman's name. And he was Otto. In the weeks of her fitful slumber, she could never remember the names of anyone from her dream, she could never see their faces after she woke, but the lingering love she felt needed to be addressed. She had been able to fill in the diatribe, to create this story of forbidden love, so real, Joey almost started to believe it. She shook her head again. Coffee, she definitely needed coffee. Tonight so many things were swirling in her head, names, places, backstory hitting her like a whirlwind, to get them out she needed focus, and to focus, she needed copious amounts of coffee.

As if on cue, the smell hit her. Strong, slightly sweet Kona coffee, black, wafting through the air not too far from where she sat. She turned around slowly, glasses on the tip of her nose, biting her bottom lip as she faced her no longer sleeping husband. She had been so engrossed in her writing she never heard him getting up or making her coffee, which was usually at least a five decibel feat, she had only noticed the scent as he walked into the room, strange because Joey prided herself on being at least, reasonably aware of her surroundings. She pondered this a moment longer, when did her nose get so keen?

"Uh, Joey?" He asked, walking over and setting the carafe and mug next to her computer. She snapped to attention, averting her gaze to his striking eyes.

"I was just thinking about how lucky I was? I mean, how many husbands would get up in the middle of the night to bring their slightly neurotic wife, much needed rocket fuel." She said taking the first sip and letting it warm her. He chuckled and leaned in to kiss her.

"As much as I love you, and I do," he punctuated with kisses, "It's seven, you've already been in here, at least a couple of hours." She looked back at her screen and noticed she had written so much more than she had thought, and she had no intention of stopping any time soon. "And I have to go to work." She pouted as they kissed goodbye, her hand snaking through his hair and pulling him in close. He groaned as she pulled away.

"Duty calls." She kissed him again, delving right back into her story. She had this huge surge of creativity, her muses alight calling her back to her work.

"If something were on your mind, you'd tell me, right Jo?" He asked as he got to the door. She smiled and shook her head.

"There are many things on my mind right now, dear husband, but not one of those things need concern you. These are good things on my mind." He smiled as her fingers frantically struck the keys.

"Have a productive day, Mrs. Witter."

"Oh, I intend to. And perhaps, you'll get a preview tonight, Mr. Witter." Pacey inhaled a shaky breath as he turned to walk out the door.

"Woman, the thought of that just might be enough to get me through my day."