Title: Steadfast Soldier (1/3: Moulin Rouge)
Author: Angelus
E-mail: angelus1317@hotmail.com (Please put "Soldier" on the subject line.)
Subject: Dawson's Creek.
Category: PJR.
Rating: G.
Summary: Sometimes it takes losing it all to realize what matters most.
Spoilers: Dunno the name of it - it's the fourth one from the end.
Archive: Anywhere, just ask me first.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to WGN and Kevin Williamson. They're used without permission, yadda yadda yadda, and I'd say I was sorry for that, but that'd be lying.
Author's notes: My first attempt at a DC fic. I've only watched a few episodes, so if my continuity's a bit off, please forgive me. Oh, and if Dawson and Joey get married next week and you never hear from me again, it's because I've shot myself.
Dedication: To Sara, yet another person who helped me realize just how fleeting friendships become when people begin to believe that they're someone important.
~*~
Joey Potter was ecstatic. For once in her life, she was throwing caution to the wind. Taking a chance, crossing the line, being spontaneous. Up until now, she had been too scared to do any such thing. She was pretty sure it all went back to her dad, who hadn't thought about the consequences of his actions. To compensate for such, she herself over-thought the consequences. What if this happened, what if that didn't work, what if she didn't get into a good college, what if space aliens kidnapped her in the middle of the night?
But now, here she was, kicking Audrey out of the room so she could pore over the book Eddie had given her, to start planning their spur-of-the-moment, wonderful, educational, romantic European tour. She would see the Berlin Wall, Big Ben, the Eiffel Tower, the Sistine Chapel...all with Eddie.
She was still not sure how he had done it - broken down her defenses, gotten under her skin, convinced her to do what she was doing right now. But after 20-plus years of fear, all it had taken was him.
A year ago, Audrey had dragged her to the movies to see her new favorite: Moulin Rouge. Joey had to admit that it was the perfect film for her friend: it was loud and flamboyant and melodramatic, but sweet and loveable at the same time. And after watching it once, oohing and aahing over the costumes and the sets singing the music repeatedly, they had gone to see it again.
But this time, Joey had been entranced by the character of Christian. The first time she had watched it, she had barely noticed him any more than any other character. But Audrey - and Jen, who'd also seen it - hadn't been able to shut up about how hot he was, so she'd picked him out this time.
And then she'd fallen in love with him. Or, rather, with the character - the personality. She was Joey, after all, and she wasn't going to go around mooning after some unimaginable, unattainable fantasy. But There was just something about him - about his innocence and devotion and persistence that she had felt drawn to. And when Eddie had come into her life, perhaps that was why she had instantly become so attracted to him - because she realized that there were people like that in the world. He, like Christian to Satine, had the power to make her do things she'd never dreamed of.
And she had never been more in love.
Happily, she flipped the book open to the first page. It was time to take that leap.
But then she had to look at the phone. At that small, neat square of pastel paper with her name printed on the front of it. And before she even rose from the bed, she knew what it was.
It was goodbye. For the last time.
Joey didn't even open it. She didn't want to hear his rationalizations or his excuses, or his voice in her ear. So she ripped the closed envelope and the letter inside it into tiny little pieces. Then she flung open the window and let the wind carry away what she should have known from the beginning was nothing more than a beautiful dream.
Author: Angelus
E-mail: angelus1317@hotmail.com (Please put "Soldier" on the subject line.)
Subject: Dawson's Creek.
Category: PJR.
Rating: G.
Summary: Sometimes it takes losing it all to realize what matters most.
Spoilers: Dunno the name of it - it's the fourth one from the end.
Archive: Anywhere, just ask me first.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to WGN and Kevin Williamson. They're used without permission, yadda yadda yadda, and I'd say I was sorry for that, but that'd be lying.
Author's notes: My first attempt at a DC fic. I've only watched a few episodes, so if my continuity's a bit off, please forgive me. Oh, and if Dawson and Joey get married next week and you never hear from me again, it's because I've shot myself.
Dedication: To Sara, yet another person who helped me realize just how fleeting friendships become when people begin to believe that they're someone important.
~*~
Joey Potter was ecstatic. For once in her life, she was throwing caution to the wind. Taking a chance, crossing the line, being spontaneous. Up until now, she had been too scared to do any such thing. She was pretty sure it all went back to her dad, who hadn't thought about the consequences of his actions. To compensate for such, she herself over-thought the consequences. What if this happened, what if that didn't work, what if she didn't get into a good college, what if space aliens kidnapped her in the middle of the night?
But now, here she was, kicking Audrey out of the room so she could pore over the book Eddie had given her, to start planning their spur-of-the-moment, wonderful, educational, romantic European tour. She would see the Berlin Wall, Big Ben, the Eiffel Tower, the Sistine Chapel...all with Eddie.
She was still not sure how he had done it - broken down her defenses, gotten under her skin, convinced her to do what she was doing right now. But after 20-plus years of fear, all it had taken was him.
A year ago, Audrey had dragged her to the movies to see her new favorite: Moulin Rouge. Joey had to admit that it was the perfect film for her friend: it was loud and flamboyant and melodramatic, but sweet and loveable at the same time. And after watching it once, oohing and aahing over the costumes and the sets singing the music repeatedly, they had gone to see it again.
But this time, Joey had been entranced by the character of Christian. The first time she had watched it, she had barely noticed him any more than any other character. But Audrey - and Jen, who'd also seen it - hadn't been able to shut up about how hot he was, so she'd picked him out this time.
And then she'd fallen in love with him. Or, rather, with the character - the personality. She was Joey, after all, and she wasn't going to go around mooning after some unimaginable, unattainable fantasy. But There was just something about him - about his innocence and devotion and persistence that she had felt drawn to. And when Eddie had come into her life, perhaps that was why she had instantly become so attracted to him - because she realized that there were people like that in the world. He, like Christian to Satine, had the power to make her do things she'd never dreamed of.
And she had never been more in love.
Happily, she flipped the book open to the first page. It was time to take that leap.
But then she had to look at the phone. At that small, neat square of pastel paper with her name printed on the front of it. And before she even rose from the bed, she knew what it was.
It was goodbye. For the last time.
Joey didn't even open it. She didn't want to hear his rationalizations or his excuses, or his voice in her ear. So she ripped the closed envelope and the letter inside it into tiny little pieces. Then she flung open the window and let the wind carry away what she should have known from the beginning was nothing more than a beautiful dream.
