A/N: This installment takes place six years after Joey meets Dawson and Pacey at the B&B...

SUNRISE, Monday

Joey Potter took her time tapping out the last few lines of editor's notes before she saved, closed her laptop and gathered her carry on from the overhead bin. She smoothed the skirt of her suit and rolled her head from side to side. She stepped into the aisle to grab her jacket when a hand reach over and snatched it from her hand. "Tense, Ms. Potter?" She turned around a tart reply already on her lips when the voice hit her.

"Jack?" She said, her eyes wide. "Hi! My God it's been what?"

"Six years, Jo. How was London?"

"It is great. I'm still there and I love it. Wow. You look great." The strangeness of seeing him struck her. "You live here in New York—right?"

"Yeah, I'm coming back from vacation. So you're still with Random House?"

"Ah. Yes." The pair walked from the gate to the baggage claim. "You headed back to Capeside for the Wedding?"

"Wedding?"

"Jen's wedding on Saturday."

"Ah. Well, that's a long story."

"If I miss my flight I can always stay at your place." Joey said as Jack picked up the bag she pointed at.

"True. Let's find lunch."

"Right."

"I know this great place—you'll love it, it's like a piece of home."



In Capeside, Pacey took a short break from beating eggs to test the sauce simmering on the back burner of the stove. Mild mannered resturaunt by day, Witter's Supper Club,Capeside transformed itself into a hip, coffee house/concert hall by night. Catering weddings and hosting most of Capeside's social events left Pacey with little time to have much of a life. Putting the tasting spoon in the sink as he passed it, he walked into the dining room to check on his servers. "Make sure all the salad plates are out and cold, Gene."

"Sure, thing, Boss."

Pacey looked around at the well oil machine known to locals as simply Witter's and smiled only a tad melancholy. "Penny for your thoughts." A female voice inquired from behind.

Pacey turned to face Jen and smile broadly. "My thoughts aren't worth that much." He said gathering her in for a hug.



Dawson Leery turned an ivory card over and over in his hand. He looked down at the name there and wondered about this History teacher Jen had decided to marry. He smiled hoping the guy understood what he was getting into. He picked up the phone next to his laptop and dialed. "Mom." He waited for her to finish her surprised speech. "Yeah, I was just wondering if you could call Jen and let her know I'll be able to make it to the wedding after all." He grinned when she gasped her joy filled shrieks could be heard a mile away. Dawson pulled a small box out of his pocket and sighed. Nearly thrity, and he had very few regrets. Most of those he stored away were in some way or another about Josephine Potter. Snapping the box closed, Dawson said good-bye to his mother and hung up to dial his travel agent.



"So the vegetables are coming in tomorrow, the salmon will be here on Thursday, the cake will be iced and the bar is set to be tended." Pacey smiled at Jen. "Are you sure about this guy?" he asked.

"Have you seen him, Pace?" He grunted. "He's handsome, intellgent, gracious, and totally crazy about me." Pacey grunted and shrugged at Jen.

"Pacey, I love you, but you're just not a spiritual enough person."

"Thank God." Pacey winked.

"Blasphemy will get you nowhere, Witter."

"Don't I know it." He raised a brow at her. "Look where it got Jack."

"Not open for debate, Mr. Witter."

"So just because this Holy Roller hates Jack..."

She held up a hand to cut him off. "Gary doesn't hate Jack anymore than I do; we love Jack. We disagree with his lifestyle."

"Love the sinner hate the sin."

"Precisely. Besides which he was really nasty to me when I confronted him about it."

"Jen, you used to be the guys biggest ally. Now you're sleeping with the enemy."

"Pacey, do we really have to talk about this?"

"When does Audrey's flight get in?" Jen asked watching him closely for a reaction.

"Ten. Why?"

"She staying at Potter's?"

"Yeah, in Joey's room." His face fell at Joey's name.

Jen shrugged. "Well I gotta go, Grams needed me to do something with birdseed and tulle..."

"Sounds like a party." Pacey replied with just a hint of sarcasm.

"Later, Pace." She turned. "Don't forget your tux fitting tomorrow at 12:45."

He nodded as he swung through the kitchen doors and out of sight.



Dawson's plane was late arriving, but his mother was waiting with Lily at the gate. He looked at her, and despite the tired eyes and slightly slumped shoulders Gaye Leery looked better than she had in months. Lily jumped up at the sight of her brother. Without a thought, without hesitation she launched herself at the man who'd become her hero.

"Hey big brother." She smile hugely at him.

"Hi!" he said catching her lithe 9 year old frame. "Wow, you've grown!" he said looking past her to his mother who was walking toward the baggage claim. When they stopped in front of the carosel he heard a voice he recognized immediately.

"No, I don't think you do understand, lady. I'm the maid of honor in a wedding on Saturday, and that bag has the tickets for the honeymoon flight in it." Joey paused briefly to breathe, and Dawson cut in.

"Joey, you didn't!" Joey looked up and saw Dawson's face, but is presence still didn't quiet register.

"I did and Jen's gonna kill me...well not that she actually knew what I was getting her, but since she said they couldn't afford a honeymoon I just got a little—DAWSON?" Her eyes were like saucers when she looked up at him again.

"Please, don't stop your nuerotic babbling on my account." He smiled. "Hey!"

"Hey." she shook her head. "I'm sorry I'm just over stressed by this whole Maid of Honor responsibilty."

"Wow, did you and Jen keep in touch?"

"Yeah, she actually came over to see me a couple of times, and we email each other constantly."

"Really?" When sho nodded he grinned. "Well, it's good to see you, Jo. I gues I'll see you at the wedding."

"Right." She said sqeezing his arm quickly as he walked away. Joey turn her attention back to the women and the task at hand. Taking a deep breath, she asked if she could possibly look at any uncliamed baggage from her flight. When the woman nodded she smiled. Finnally! Her mind screamed and her feet sang.