Finding You, Finding Me

Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Doug, Pacey, Andi, Joey, Dawson, Jen, or any other Dawson's Creek character. Although I wish I was a creeker, I'm not, nor do I know any creeker's. I wouldn't mind just to live in Capeside, beats the sh*t hole I live in ;-)

Dedicated to all the Creek Freaks, The Shakespearean fans, and my friends.

Summary: The tale of Jack when he was a teenager. When he loves Joey, and can't figure out what his poem means. [Jack angst]

Chapter 1: Truthfully

"Come on Jackers. Bring that box up and stop staring at the creek." Andi said to Jack as he removed boxes from the moving van.

"This is so weird, Andi." Jack said, "We've never moved without..." he almost said Tim, when he realized that Tim wasn't there anymore. "Without Dad."

"I know, Jackers. Dad wanted to stay with the company, and mom needed out..."

"Andi, Jack! Tim! Come help with the table!" Mrs. McPhee called to her children.

"See Jack." Tears built up around her eyes, "She still thinks Brown is here."

Jack took his twin in his arms. "Shh, Andi, The medication will help. I know it."

"I'm alright," she sniffed and brushed her eyes with the back of her hands, "I know, Jack, I know."

"So are you ready for the first day of school tomorrow?" Andi asked after a quick supper of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and milk. She flounced on Jacks bed as he was hanging clothes in his closet.

Jack turned around and looked at his sister. He gave her his usual 'are you kidding me' looks.

"Aw! Come on, Jack! Tomorrow we can be totally new people. I could change my name to Inga and say that I'm from Germany!" she switched to a forced German accent, "'Hallo, mine name ist Inga from Ger-money."

"And I can be 'Harold from London, England. Cheerio, chaps.'" Jack said, waving to people behind his sister.

"That's the spirit!" Andi cried, laughing at her playful brother.

Jack decided that he had done enough unpacking for the evening. He fell back onto the bottom bunk of his and Tim's old wooden bunk bed.

"Well, I'm beat. I'm going to leave this all for tomorrow." Jack said, looking around his room.

"Alright little brother. I'll let you be then." Andi turned to go out the bedroom door.

"We'll be alright, right?" Jack asked his sister, he was unusually worried for a change.

"We'll be fine, Jackers." Jack held up a corner of the sheet for Andi to climb in with him. Just like old days, when Tim, Jack and Andi would all spread out on mom and dad's bed when they were out and fall asleep. Together, like a mass of kittens tangled in a mess, but happy and comfortable.

Andi climbed in with Jack, "Just this one time, Jackers."

"I know. It's just different here," his face made a grimace, "we're different here."

Jack went into Capeside High School, alone to get his schedule and his locker combination. 'Where's Andi?' He thought as he walked to the tall blue lockers in the yellow hallway. The lady at the front desk said his combination was 29-17-9 and his number was B1089. He clutched his backpack even closer to his chest, not wanting to hit any body in the halls with it. He found his locker with little difficulty and put his things inside. He stood at his locker for a long time, looking at his feet, and at his backpack he was going to carry with him.

"Are you falling in love with your locker?" a blond cheerful boy asked him, "I mean, I don't want to disrupt anything."

Jack looked at his locker and at himself, "Uh, no. No you weren't disrupting anything. I'm Jack by the way." He stuck his hand out to the boy.

"Dawson, nice to meet you. I guess you are new here, because this is such a small school that I have known most of these people since I was two!" he leaned over to whisper to Jack, "Don't tell anybody this, but my mom was head of the school board, that's how I got to know everybody."

"Don't worry, I won't tell." Jack said.

"Well, where is your first class? Or have you found it yet?"

"No, not yet, but I wouldn't mind knowing where it is."

"Who do you have?" Dawson asked looking at Jacks sheet.

"Paterson. English. Room B202" Jack replied.

"Good luck in there, man. That is one tough class to take." Dawson warned.

The two took off walking down the hallway, Jack was listening to the chit- chat of students just arriving at school for the morning. He noticed some girls looking him up and down like they were interested.

"So, how old are you, Jack?" Dawson asked, obviously curious.

"Fifteen, I'm a Sophomore." Jack said

"Yeah? Same here. Well, Here is B202, and class should start.... Now." Dawson said as the bell rang.

"Thanks Dawson." Jack said, as he went into class.

"May I help you?" A gruff man with a white beard asked Jack.

"I'm n-new." Jack stuttered.

"Have a seat. There." He pointed to an empty seat beside another.

'Great, I get to sit by myself' Jack thought. Just then, The door burst open.

Jack turned around and was surprised by the sight of a handsome young man. His blue button down short sleeved shirt made him look uniform and attractive.

"Sorry Mr. Paterson." The young man said.