AN-This will be the Jen/Dawson one! It takes place after season 6, but before the finale.

''Merry Christmas Dawson.'' Jen greeted.

Dawson Leery stepped inside the Lindley apartment and looked around. It was very classy.

''Hey Jen, thanks for inviting me.''

''Hey, you were in the neighborhood, what else can I do?'' Jen asked.

Dawson laughed. He was currently filming an independent film and he couldn't exactly leave to go home for Christmas. So when he and Jen met up in the store the other day, she quickly invited him over.

''Where's Grams?''

''In the kitchen, baking. Nothing can stop her on Christmas.'' Jen said, referring to the breast cancer that Grams had been diagnosed with.

Jen led the way into the kitchen. There was Grams, baking up a storm.

''Hi, Grams.'' Dawson said.

She looked up and smiled. ''Dawson Leery.''

She went over to hug him, tightly.

''How are you?'' she asked.

''I'm good. You?''

''Oh fit as a fiddle, no matter what Jennifer tells you.''

Dawson laughed and Jen smiled. ''Come on Dawson, I'll show you the tree.''

The tree was decorated beautifully, and lights were so bright.

''Where's your mom?'' Dawson asked.

''With her boyfriend of the month. She hasn't been around lately.'' Jen said.

She turned to look and him and suddenly smiled, nervously.

''What?'' Dawson asked.

She pointed above them and Dawson saw the mistletoe hanging.

''I forgot Grams put that up.'' Jen said.

Dawson grinned. ''Well, we can't mess with tradition, can we?''

Jen smiled and leaned up to kiss him.

Neither expected the sparks that went through their lips. It brought back memories of college, when they had first taken the next step into a relationship. Then back to high school, when she was his first kiss. Her hands dug their way through his hair as their kiss turned more passionate. He wrapped his arms around her.

They heard the oven timer go off and they broke apart.

''Jen...I-''

Jen shook her head and placed a finger on his lips.

''Let's go see if Grams need help.'' she said.

He nodded.

Later that evening, after Grams had gone to bed, Dawson went sightseeing with Jen.

''New York is beautiful at night.'' Dawson said.

Jen nodded. ''Yea, it's pretty incredible.''

She brought him into her favorite bar and bought him a drink.

''To a Merry Christmas.'' Jen said, holding up her glass.

''And a Happy New Year.'' Dawson said, holding up his.

They clanked their glasses together and took a sip.

Dawson looked around the bar. Everyone was dancing.

''Can I buy you another one?'' Jen asked.

Dawson saw she was done with hers. He quickly downed the rest of his and nodded.

Jen ordered two more and held up her glass.

''To Christmas.''

''To...Christmas Eve.'' Dawson said.

Jen laughed and they took another sip.

By the sixth drink, Dawson was feeling a little tipsy.

''To my shoe!'' Jen exclaimed.

Dawson shook his head, ''No, to my sock!.''

They finished their drinks quickly and laughed.

Suddenly a guy popped up and grinned at Jen.

''Care to dance? Unless your boyfriend minds?'' he asked.

''He's not my boyfriend.'' Jen said, taking his hand.

Dawson watched as he led Jen out onto the dance floor. He glared as the man started grinding against her. He felt his face get warm, and suddenly, with courage he didn't know he possessed, he was striding across the dance floor.

''Back off.'' he said, in a warning tone.

The random man looked at him shocked, while Jen looked at him through drunken eyes.

''I thought you said this wasn't your boyfriend.'' the guy said.

Dawson turned to Jen and she suddenly felt the urge to kiss him.

''I lied.'' she said, throwing herself into Dawson's arms.

''Uh hey.'' Dawson said, suddenly shy.

''Dawson, don't talk.'' murmured Jen.

She kissed him, passionately. It was the kind of kiss that sent fire through his whole body. The kind of kiss that made him want to drag her home, immediately.

''Dawson, let's get out of here.'' Jen whispered.

He nodded and led her away.

They arrived back at the apartment and made their way, quietly, to Jen's room, kissing the whole way. He closed the door behind them and they fell onto the bed.

He took of her shirt and she unbuttoned his, slipping it off his shoulders. She ran her hands down his chest and kissed his neck.

''Jen..Jen wait.'' Dawson said, pulling away from her.

She whimpered in protest. ''You're drunk Jen.''

''So are you.''

''Jen, we can't.''

''Dawson, stop being Mr. Noble. You want me, you want this. Don't you?''

Dawson nodded and Jen resumed kissing him.

''Then take it. Merry Christmas Dawson.''

''Merry Christmas Jen.''

Jen woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and an arm draped across her stomach. The pounding headache and she knew came from the hangover she was sure to have. The arm? That part was a little blurry.

Dawson groaned and opened his eyes, looking directly into Jen's. The silence was awkward to say the least.

''Hey..Dawson.''

''Hey Jen.''

They exchanged words pleasantly, as if they weren't naked under the sheets together.

''Jennifer. Wake Dawson up and come downstairs for breakfast.'' Grams shouted.

Jen licked her lips and smiled. ''We should go downstairs.''

''Yeah...Jen about last night...''

''It never happened?'' she asked, softly.

His expression of relief hurt her deeply. ''Yea...not that it was bad...I mean.''

''Don't Dawson. Just get dressed ok?''

He nodded and they turned away from each other as they put on their clothes.

Dawson left later that day after breakfast.

A week later, Jen began throwing up.

She went to her doctor and 9 months later, Amy Lindley was born.

A year later, Jen Lindley passed away.

Dawson Leery never knew the truth.

AN-A bit of a downer huh? Sorry about that!