Description: New Dawson's Creek story that I have been working on. Its based after the series ended, the only character that I own is Andrew.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the original story and Andrew.

Authors Note: if this story receives reviews I will update it regularly.

Chance Encounter:

Chapter#13

(Jack's pov)

(1 ½ months later)

" Andrew could you play the answering machine? It's blinking.", I call on my way to the kitchen. We just got home from work and I'm starving, I'm about to start dinner. Wonder who could have possibly called? Everyone that I know for the most part has my cell phone number. Couldn't they have just called that or one of the other two? I'll bet anything that it is a damn telemarketer; they're always calling the house phone. Don't they have anything better to do than harass us at home?

" There is a new message and four missed calls from Joey, hope she is alright.", confides Andrew with a look of concern taking over his features. Damn, I haven't heard from her in nearly a month. Wonder what is the matter? Joey wouldn't call that many times if it weren't important. I'm starting to get a little bit worried as well. I hope that nothing bad happened to her.

" Yes, hello. This message is for Mr. McPhee, I'm Doctor Grant from Boston Medical. I'm calling on behalf of a Miss Josephine Potter, she's been admitted. She came in complaining of abdominal pains, if you could please…", I over hear a voice on the machine saying. Not even bothering to listen to the full message, I drop everything that I am doing. Whoa, what? Joey is in the hospital?! What the hell happened? Is she ok? I have to go and now!

Cutting the answering machine off before it finishes, I grab my coat," Joey is in the hospital? I've got to go see if she is ok."

Jumping from his seat, Andrew pulls on his shoes," I'm coming with you."

" No, you should stay here incase Pacey comes home. I'll call when I know what's up Andrew.", I advise in a rushed tone before grabbing my keys. I know Andrew is every bit as concerned as me, but he should stay here. If Pacey came home to an empty apartment, he would be immediately concerned. It is best that Andrew stays behind. The sooner I get to the hospital the better. Man, I hope Joey's not hurt.

...…" I'm here to see Josephine Potter, where is she?", I asked in a rushed manner as I run into the front doors of the hospital. The waiting room is filled with people, none of them are Joey. Is that a good or a bad thing? I need questions and quick. At the front desk there is a nurse typing away on a computer. Only sparing me a glance, I breathe a frustrated sigh when she doesn't answer right away.

" She is being discharged as we speak, are you her boyfriend?", asks the nurse with a raised eyebrow. Am I Joey's boyfriend? I'm not her boyfriend; try more like her gay best friend. She is being discharged? Oh thank God. Does that mean that she is alright? It has to right? They wouldn't let Joey leave if she were seriously hurt. What could have been the matter with her though? All I want to do is make sure Joey is ok.

" No, I'm her friend Jack.", I respond distractedly as I take a quick look around. Damn where the hell is Joey? If she was discharged, shouldn't she be out here by now? I can't take all this damn waiting. All I want to do is see her by now. If something happened to Joey, I want to know that she is alright. All that I want to do is find Joey and take her back to the apartment.

" ….Jack? Thank God, can you take me home?", questions Joey in a tired voice. Oh, there she is. I was starting to panic a little bit. Damn, Joey looks exhausted what could have possibly happened to her? She doesn't look hurt or injured…well from what I can tell at least. Oh my God, what if she was mugged? We do live in Boston that is a strong possibility. If that is the case I'm going to kill the lowlife that ever thought to mess with Joey.

Rushing to Joey's side, I pull her into a hug," Joey, Jo are you alright?"

Wincing in pain, Joey clings to my arm," Careful McPhee."

" Joey, what happened?", I inquire before loosening my hold on Joey slightly. Staring down at her with concern, I notice a pained look in her eyes. I can't help but feel sorry for her; it is obvious that Joey is hurt. I'm not sure exactly where or how though. One thing I do know? I'm not taking Joey back to that damn hotel or wherever the hell else she might be staying. She's coming back to the apartment with me. I know that Joey won't mind either, she looks as though she just wants to go to sleep.

" I would rather not talk about it, could you please take me home Jack?", pleads Joey in a quiet tone. Nope, sorry Potter but home is the last place that you are going. You're coming back to the apartment with me where I'll know that you are safe and sound. The last thing I want to do is leave you alone. Please don't argue with me about this either, all I'm trying to do is make sure that you're safe. If I know Pacey he is probably home by now and worried sick.

" No way, you're staying with me tonight Potter. I don't want to hear any complaints got it?", I order in a gruff manner before grasping hold of Joey's hand. Leading her outside, I open the car door for her. Breathing a relieved sigh when she climbs in with no issue, I shut the door and walk to the driver's side. First thing that I'm going to do when I get home is cook Joey a nice meal and run her a bath. The poor girl looks hungry and stressed.

"…Fine just keep Witter away from me.", relents Joey with a frown taking over her features. Damn its been two months and she is still upset with him? Pacey really must have hurt her badly this time. If Joey doesn't want to see Pacey, I guess she doesn't have to. But that is going to be difficult considering Andrew probably already informed him that Joey was in the hospital. Pacey is probably driving himself crazy with worry right about now. I have a feeling there is going to be a lot of yelling in the near future. ….