SUMMARY: Jen relishes in her love for Henry before something bad happens. Set before Henry moved away. DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything to do with Dawson's Creek. I just love writing and Dawson's Creek. AUTHOR'S NOTE: One of the first fan fictions I wrote about Dawson's Creek. I always felt they never focused much on Jen & Henry when they finally got together. Here is my idea. Please read & review.

PART TWO:

"Lah di dah......." Jen sang as she wandered along the edge of the creek. "Lah di dah dah dah dah."

She kicked her shoes off and took another scull of the bottle of whiskey. Jen wandered along the banks of the creek, allowing the small waves to wet her bare feet. Jen laughed and lifted her arms up in the air. She'd hadn't felt this good in ages. The cool breeze lifted her blonde bangs off her forehead.

After taking another swig of the whiskey bottle, Jen sat down on the grass and looked up at the stars. She remembered how, just a few days ago, she had sat on this very spot looking at the stars with Henry. She remembered how sweet and gentlemanly he behaved and how tenderly he'd made love with her - as if it wasn't his first time.

Jen suddenly stood up as tears overcame her. "It's not fair. He's mine and you took him away from me. He's mine........he's mine....."

Jen broke down and dropped the bottle of whiskey on the ground. She ignored it as it rolled down the bank to the water. Jen buried her face in the grass as her tears soaked the soil underneath. She knew she would never be the same again.

"Ever since I've been in Capeside, I've experienced death." Jen sobbed, thinking of her friend Abby Morgan. "This place is cursed for me."

She stood up and reached for the whiskey bottle. She saw it sitting in the muddy water & she picked it up. She sighed with relief when she saw it still had alcohol in it.

"My best friend." she smiled as she patted the side of the bottle then sculled the remaining liquid left.

She swayed from side to side as the alcohol started taking affect.

"I love you Henry." she whispered as she fell unconscious. ****************** "Try the creek." Grams urged. "She and Henry had a special spot there."

Dawson squealed to a spot in the creek parking area and jumped out of the car. He walked down to the edge of the water and scanned the length of the banks. As he got closer to the docks, he saw a sheltered area just further on. He remembered going there with Joey when they wanted to be alone. As he got closer, he saw a prone body lying on the grassy bank.

"Jen!" he called out.

When she didn't reply he ran over to her and bent down by her side.

"Please be alive, please be alive." he murmured as he checked her pulse then breathing. "Okay, you're still alive so you probably just drank yourself into unconsciousness."

Dawson stood up and picked Jen up in his arms. Slowly he carried her to the car and saw the shock in Grams eyes as she held open the rear door for him.

"It's okay Grams. I checked her pulse and breathing and it's fine. I think she just drank a bit too much."

Grams put her hand on her heart and looked up into the sky. "Should we take her to hospital?"

Dawson shook his head. "I don't think so. I don't think she'd like to wake up where Henry died."

Grams reluctantly agreed as they drove back to the house, wondering what tomorrow would bring. ******************* Jen opened her eyes as bright sunlight fell across her. A massive headache forced her to close her eyes and she groaned. The last thing she remembered from the night before was buying a big bottle of whiskey and taking it down to the creek.

She opened her eyes again and saw she was still wearing the clothes from the previous night. She looked around the room but couldn't see the bottle of whiskey.

"Where did I leave it?" Jen asked herself. "Abby always told me that if I don't do anything else, I shouldn't ever forget where I left my alcohol."

Jen smiled as she thought about Abby. Even though Abby drove her crazy most of the time, Jen always had a blast with her.

Her reverie was startled by a soft knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Jen called out, her voice raspy.

"It's Dawson." Dawson replied. "Are you decent?"

"Yes." Jen replied with a frown. "But I want to be alone."

Dawson ignored her request as he kicked the door open. He was holding a tray containing a steaming cup of coffee and a buttered muffin.

"Want breakfast?" he asked as he put the tray on the table beside her bed and sat down.

"Not really." Jen answered and lay back down with her back to Dawson.

"Jen, I know the last few days have been tough since Henry's death." Dawson started carefully. "But drinking isn't the answer. Do you really want to go back to your old ways?"

"You have no idea Dawson. Your life is so perfect. You've never experienced the loss of someone who loves you so unconditionally and so thoroughly." Jen fell silent as tears threatened to spill.

Dawson sighed and laid a hand on Jen's shoulder. "Of course I don't understand. I don't pretend I do. But I do know that Henry would not want you to go back to your old ways."

Jen didn't say anything so Dawson stood up.

"You always say that Henry changed you and that you'd never go back because of him." Dawson paused as he reached the doorway. "Actions speak louder than words. And right now your actions are contradicting your words."

Dawson left the room and Jen started crying. She didn't know what to do. The only way for her to dull the pain was to drink alcohol. She didn't know how to stop.

Jen sat up and reached for the coffee. She noticed there were words printed on the napkin by the muffin. With interest, she picked up the napkin. 'AA' was written in bold capital letters and the phone number underneath.

Tears fell from beneath Jen's eyelids.

"My name is Jennifer Lindley. And I'm an alcoholic." she whispered. ****************** Jen clutched the bright red roses to her body as she tip toed her way through Capeside Memorial Cemetary. She could barely remember Henry's funeral so she was using a map as a guide to his grave.

She finally reached the spot and sat down. She lovingly placed the roses against the head stone as she read the inscription.

'Goodbye to a loving son, a loving brother, and a special friend.

He will be forever in our hearts.'

Jen sighed as she thought about how special Henry was to her. Even though she was on the road to recovery, she still felt like taking a drink whenever the pain of her loss got to her.

"Henry, I can't believe you're gone. My life will never be the same. But in a good way. You changed me. You made me realise what is important in life. And believe me when I say that I'll never let you down."

The tears started to fall from Jen's eyes. "I love you and I always will."

THE END