Disclaimer: I hereby state, not now, nor ever, do I own any of the characters from the show; I am merely barrowing for my own amusement. All of this belongs to Kevin Williamson, The WB, Outerbanks Entertainment, Columbia TriStar, and so on. .. Just please don't sue me! I'm just a lonely high school senior with no money, making up stories for my own amusement, (I think I already told you that!) 'cuz I got nothing better to do on my Friday nights!

Author's note: Hey, there all you Dawson/Joey fans! I just came to the realization that there aren't enough D/J fanfics out here, so I decided to take matters into my own hands! BTW, this is my first D/J fanfic ever, so please be gentle on me! So, c'mon, show your D/J love! We will get the happy ending! And let me know what you think! Review or write to me at: note#2: Character's thoughts are italicized, in case anyone gets confused.

Summary: With college, work and a broken heart to take care of, Joey has enough to deal with in her life. But when an unexpected reminder of Dawson and Joey's one night together arises, things will change, unsaid words will finally be spoken, and fate will go to show that some lives are just forever entwined.

Spoilers: set after Instant Karma!

Rating: PG-13/R, for language and sensual descriptions, depending on the chapter.

Forever Entwined

Chapter 1

Lifting up the last chair on the table, Joey was more than happy for tonight to be over. The past week had done more than enough on her. Working 3 nights a week, keeping up in her schoolwork, and being the peacemaker, once more, in Audrey and Pacey's constant little domestic disputes. And while that wasn't enough, seeing Dawson again, to say the least, for the first time in over 2 weeks, it was pretty safe to say that it had been a long week.

"Hey Emma, I'm all done with the chairs, so I'm just gonna head out now." Joey said as she went to pick up her coat and bag.

"All right, but remember I need someone to cover for me on Tuesday. If you can, I'd so love you." Emma replied as she wiped down the last of the bar. Finished, she wiped her hands on the towel and threw it under the bar. "Well, looks like I'm all done myself. What do you say that I lock up and I'll walk out with you?"

Joey finished getting her jacket on, pulling her hair out from the collar. "Sure, no problem." Smiling, she picked up her purse and stilled as she heard "As I Lay Me Down to Sleep" beginning to play on the jukebox. Damn. Almost one month and it still makes me want to cry. Note to self: find a way to pull that CD out of there. Despite what she said, she couldn't help but let herself feel his arms around her, remembering the faint scent of cologne on his shirt, swaying ever so slight-

"Joey? Earth to Joooey!"

Joey looked up to see Emma standing with the door open, shaking the keys in the air. "Joey? Are you coming or have you fallen in love with the place so much that you've decided to spend the night now?"

Come on Joey; don't start letting your mind wonder again. She went over to the jukebox, and unplugged it, killing the song mid-way. "Sorry, just forgot to turn off the jukebox." Joey went back to grab her bag and shrugged her shoulders.

"Well hurry up, it's bloody cold out here!"

Once Emma finished locking up the bar, she and Joey began casually walking down the street. "So, Emma, I've gotta ask. What's it like living with Pacey and Jack?"

Emma jammed her hands in her pockets, contemplating her answer. "Well, Jack isn't so bad. He pretty much keeps to himself, so I haven't seen much of him. I was beginning to think that he a tad bit scared of me!" She laughed. "But Pacey is another story entirely."

Joey nodded her head in agreement. " He always is."

"Tell me about it. He's a sloppy little oinker, uses up all the coffee for those marathon studying sessions of his, and the other morning, I came down to find him sitting in front of the telly, eating cereal and watching Saturday morning cartoons in his boxers. He hasn't driven me completely bonkers yet, but somehow, I'm starting to get the feeling that won't be such a difficult accomplishment."

Joey smiled. Pacey, the eternal 8 year old. "That's Pacey; 19 going on 8. But don't worry, he's manageable once you get to know him and have him properly trained."

They laughed and quickly silence followed as they kept walking. "Joey, are you ok? I mean, you seem a tad bit distant these days. Is something the matter? Is that stupid college of yours still talking about that letter you sent to that boy of yours, ummm, what's-his-name? ..." Emma asked as she looked over at Joey.

Joey tucked back a strand of hair, thinking about what to say. "Dawson. His name is Dawson. And no, I think Worthington has found better juicy tidbits to gnaw on other than my rather dysfunctional love life." She shrugged her shoulders. "Other than that, nothing's really wrong, I guess. I mean, other than running into him last week, out of the blue, I guess you could classify it as your average, ordinary, run-of-the-mill kind of week"

"Ugh, I'm sorry. I hate when that sort of thing happens. Did anything bad happen when the two of you saw each other again?"

"Unfortunately, yes. Another one of his girlfriends was there and she made quite the scene, simply put."

"Oh bloody God! That's never good. I'm so sorry, Joey. Personally, I don't see the reason for needing those egotistical, lamebrains we call men. But hey, to each his own."

"Thanks Emma, but it's ok, at least it's gonna be. The only thing I need right now is a hot shower and a warm bed. I'm just so glad that this week is over!"

"That goes for the both of us."

Pushing Dawson out of her head, she listened as Emma entailed her with stories about her week at work, at school, and with her band, Hell's Belles. Before they knew it, they had reached the edge of Worthington. Joey turned to Emma and hugged her. "Alrighty, here's my stop. You take care."

Emma pulled away. "You too mate." With that, she began walking back down the street to the flat. She turned back around. "Joey, don't forget about Tuesday!"

Joey waved back. "I won't!" She screamed. Once Emma turned the corner and was out of sight, Joey began her walk across the lawns. As she reached her dorm building, she began pulling out her keys. Closing her purse and reaching for the door, something caught the corner of her eye.

About 50 feet away from the building door, there was growing a bush of white roses. Like the one that Dawson gave me for my birthday. I wonder if that's the same bu- Joey! Get ahold of yourself. That's the second time today already. Just don't think about it. She opened the door and hurried in.

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After grabbing the mail downstairs, she walked up to the dorm. Opening the door and turning on the light, Joey noted the empty room, the still made bed, and the unmistaken able silence. Audrey must be with Pacey tonight. Poor Emma. She thought as she silently smiled.

Joey then hung her coat up and threw her purse on her bed. She walked over to her desk, and dropped off her mail. Mail later. Shower now.

Joey walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower and stripped off her clothes. Once the water got hot enough, she stepped in and let the steamy water rain down on her. God, if only this week would just disappear. She thought back over the week and though it all, she kept landing back to Dawson.

Out of all the movie sets and all of the crewmen working on them, she HAD to be delivering to the one where Dawson was working and Dawson HAD to be the one she had to talked to in order to get paid. You know, I'm really starting to hate fate.

But seeing Dawson definitely took her breath away, as always. After all that happened and all that had been said, she still felt her heart jump when she saw him. But seeing him hard at work, doing what he did loved doing; she secretly felt so proud. It was a side that she had never seen before, except maybe back when they were 15, making "Sea Creature from the Deep" like it was going to be the next big Oscar winner.

Unfortunately, their last conversation left them stranded almost as strangers. The thick and cloudy silence was almost unbearable. Joey surreptitiously had anticipated that the next time they met, they would have a chance to sit down and talk, since e-mailing was definitely out of the question. And that in itself was more than enough for Joey to want to leave the set. But then came that girl.

She was pretty; she had to admit. Definitely a diva in the making. And she could definitely bring a room to mind-numbing silence; with proof of last week being more than enough. What was her name? I think I heard it, Natalie, Natasha, Nicole, Oh I don't know!

Joey finished her shower, and changed into some warm pajamas. She sat down at her desk, and taking a brush, smoothed out the damp tangles in her hair. Once she was finished, she flipped though the mail for anything of dire importance. At the bottom of the stack, she did find a letter from Bessie, just relaying the on-goings at the B and B, and letting her know about the latest Capeside info.

With nothing else, Joey turned out the light and climbed into bed. She buried herself under the covers, getting warm. What I would give for one night without Dawson in my head.

"Funny, the one thing you wanted all your life, is now the one thing your just want to forget about. Talk about being careful what you wish for."

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