A/N: All right is is Sunday, the last day. Here's hopin you've enjoyed the show. There will be a short epilouge.



SUNRISE, Sunday

Joey woke slowly at the insistent beeping of her alarm clock. She rubbed at her tired, red eyes. Bessie walked in quietly. "I'm sorry, honey. I hate that it happened, but you need to go home, and regroup." Bessie rubbed her back and stood. "Jen's taking you to the airport?"

"Yeah, my flight leaves an hour after hers."

"All right. It's earlier than you expected to go home."

"Yeah, I found an earlier flight." She shrugged. "The sooner I get back to work, the better."

"All right, let's get you packed."

Joey hugged her sister and nodded.



Dawson arrived at the Potter B&B just as Joey was putting her bags in the trunk of Gary's car. "Joey." He said with a nod. "He's crazy." Dawson tried to smile.

"I don't think so. I think he's hurt, and that's my fault."

"No, I think I'll take--"

"No you won't. I've let you two take way too much of the blame in all this. This one is on me." She raised a shoulder. "Hopefully we'll all still be able to talk, to be friends."

"Jo, I hate to salt a fresh wound--"

"But?"

"Why?"

"Why Pacey?" she clarified. "He's that guy for me, Dawson. I love him. I'm never able to say this well. Not good for a writer. He knows everything about me, the good, the bad, the times I've hurt him, the times I've deserted him and he loves me anyway." She raised her shoulder again. "I can't explain it, except to say he's completely worth the risk. I told you yesterday, I'd risk anything—even my dearest, oldest friend—to be with him."

Dawson nodded. "Like I said, he's crazy."

Joey hugged her friend and smiled as she pulled away. "I love you, Dawson."

"I love you too, Joey." And with that she slid into the backseat and watched Capeside grow smaller and smaller as they drove away.

At Logan International Airport, Jen and Gary checked their luggage and waited to board the plane. "Jo." Jen said squeezing her friend's hand. "First, thank you for bring Jack to the wedding. I think we'll be able to find some kind of...middle ground." The blonde pushed her short locks behind her ear. "Second, Dawson is right. Pacey Witter is crazy. Hurt or not. The man is insane. He loves you, and I just hope he realizes how nuts he'd acting before it's too late."

"I've loved him for so long, Jen." she choked out near tears.

"I know, and what you were telling Dawson? How he loves you despite yourself and it's hard to explain, and worth any risk. I know that feeling. It scared the hell outta me the first time I felt it. Then suddenly the world was a whole new place. Enjoy the feeling, Jo."

"Boarding Flight 236 to Honolulu." The PA sounded.

"Have a great time, Jen."

"We will. You be good and if that insane man chases you down. Go easy on him."

Joey nodded and smiled at her friend. "Email me!" She called as Gary dragged her onto the plane.



After an hour delay Joey's plane Took off for Heathrow. With the four hour layover in London, she'd have time to run home, change, and drop off her luggage before catching the night puddle jumper to Dublin Airport. She was meeting Harleigh Heston on St. Stephen's Green. The twenty year old had turned out to be quiet the poet, and was soon publishing a collection. She wanted Joey's opinion. She rolled her shoulders and situated her laptop on her tray before settling in for the long flight, but before she typed the first word her eyes closed and she was dreaming of Pacey. His face was pained; he was nervous. Then he looked up at the stars and shook his fists. He went below deck and climbed into his hammock, and slept fitfully.



SUNSET, Sunday

A gentle if foreign hand shook her awake. She'd slept through the entire flight. Rubbing her eyes she stood to collect her case and sighed heavily. She trudged off the plane and intot he airport. Just past the gate she saw a familiar face. A pained, nervous face.

He stepped forward rubbing a hand over his unshaven chin. "Jo."

"Pacey." She stared and frowned.

"You see this scene played out one of two ways in my head." She just stared at him, lips pursed. "In the first scenario, you get off the plane, punch me, and leave me bleeding."

"Crossed my mind." she said crossing her arms over her chest.

"In the second scenario you run off the plane, fall into my arms, tell me all is forgiven, and we ride off into the sunset."

"Middle ground, please." She said on a sigh.

He let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. "Absolutely."

"After what you said, why are you here, Pacey?"

"Because that guy who said all those things..."

"You mean Pacey Witter?"

"Yeah, he's an ass."

"Mmm. I caught that."

"Yeah. The thing is. Ah, see even though he's an ass he's desparately hoping--like flew twelve hours with 5 different change overs to get here before you hoping--You'll take him back."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because, He cares about you."

"Really? He's got a funny way of showing it."

"Yeah, about that." He grabbed his bag and rummaged through the outside pocket. "Sorry, and I got you stomething. I know how you like presents—even if you'd never admit it." He smiled at her. " But before I give you the present I have to ask. Why?"

"Why didn't I marry Dawson? You know for a bright boy you can be really daft sometimes." She quoted him. "Pacey, you are confusing, infuriating, kind, tender, loving. The one I compared everyone else to. I did it with everyone. Dawson, Eddie, even God help me Professor Wilder. None of them made me feel the way I felt with you. Maybe things like this tumble out of my mouth because I'm head over heels in love with you, but the scary thing is—it's all true." He smiled. He stepped forward and took her hand before holding her close to him.

"Pace?"

"Mmm.

"How do you feel about New York?"

"Good city." He pulled back and gave her a befuddled look. "I'm not asking you to come back Jo. We played that out. It was my turn to follow you and I'll do whatever I have to to be with you."

She rose on her toes and kissed his cheek."I've got a offer from the Random House office there. It's actually a promotion, and you'd be able to watch Witter's in the city and Boston and Capeside aren't too far away."

"Jo." He looked at her smile and nodded. "Sounds close to perfect."

"What would make it perfect?"

"This." He said sliding a ring on her hand without taking his eyes from hers. Unshed tears burned his throat as he dropped to one knee. Joey inhaled sharply as she felt the smooth platinum slide over her finger. She knew. She'd look down in a minute but she knew. She couldn't tear her eyes away from Pacey's.

"Joey?"

"Yes, Pacey?"

"Stay." he said simply. "Stay forever."

She smiled. "Yes."

"Marry me?" He asked again wanting to hear her answer again.

"Yes, Pacey." She whispered as a tear rolled down her cheek. He grabbed her around the waist and buried his head in her stomach. "I love you, Josephine Potter."

"I know, Witter." She played her fingers through his hair, and looked down at the ring. A square cut sapphire set in platinum, accented by bagget daimonds. She pulled back from him and puleld him to his feet. "Pace," she started looking at the ring. "It's perfect, how'd you know?"

"What?"

"The sapphire...tradition says diamond, you know."

"When have you ever known me to follow tradition?" She gave him a wry smile. "Besides, remember when we were in the Keys and went into that little mom and pop jewelry store?" She nodded. "You were so interested in the sapphires. Most girls, they'd have gone straight for the diamonds, but you studied the sapphires like they were the most amzing thing you'd ever seen."

"And you remember that?"

He smiled at her, took her bag and her hand. " I've been in love with you for years, Potter; I remember everything." He turned her into his arms and laid his lips gently on hers. For a few minutes the couple stood there clinging to one another. When they finally broke the kiss she smiled at him.

"Let's get outta here before you embarrass us both."

"I'm driving right?"

Joey looked up at him, smiled, and felt perfectly at peace for the first time in years.