This is a story i'm writing, it's a P/J story abviously with a D/Jen story in with it. neither Pacey nor Joey acyually appear in the first part (actually not mentioned), but dont worry the next part will have alot of PJ in it. its set i guess when they are about thirty. it's kind of self explanitory really. It's centered a little around jen, and the joey/pacey connection spreads from her so Enjoy! Give me some feedback when yuou read this, it is always apreciated

Under The Rubble

Part 1- Broken

Jen walked with her husband along a dirt track holding her suitcase, as she trudged through the muddy track she paused a moment and looked at him. She remembered a time when she was happy with Dawson, when they were first married and had baby Laura, then Sean. It all seemed so easy and clear back then, but that was five years ago and a lot could change in five years. Mistakes had been made, words had been said and Research Assistants had been slept with.

"I can't do this Dawson," she said, picking her bags up and following him again, back to the log cabin a million miles from nowhere that looked more like a shack than a romantic getaway.

"Do what?" he asked her distractedly as he walked over the creaking steps of the porch and put the key into the door,

"This weekend, all this romance, it's not going to help," she told him, taking the key from him and opening the door. "Let's face it. We fight all the time, you can't keep your eyes or hands of your Research Assistant and we are both happier when you're working away for months at a time. What are we really trying to achieve here? To pick up the tattered pieces of our marriage and try to glue them together with thin air?" she asked him. She was numb past caring about whom he slept with six months ago on a weekend researching trip to Malaysia, she was past it. She just wanted it all to end.

"The therapist said that we need to spend some time away from the conventional ties of our relationship and take it to a new place. So here we are, a new place, somewhere unconventional. No phones, no internet, no television. Just you and me," he put his hands on her shoulders. He was trying he really was, he had hurt her in the past and he didn't want to do it again. He just wanted his life to be normal again; he just wanted her to be normal again. Like it was, before Malaysia. But the truth was that she was right. There was no going back, their troubles went far beyond Malaysia, and they went back years.

"And we are going to fight the whole time Dawson. You are going to want to iron out things that I would much rather forget about out and I just want the divorce," she spoke to him softly. They both knew how broken the relationship was, and they both knew that no amount of romance would fix it.

She knew she loved him, he knew he loved her but something just wasn't right.

"You promised we would try this Jen. You promised for Laura and Sean. You promised and now you just want to turn your back, turn your back and give up just like that? You want to turn back after one little bump in the road?" he asked her, he was almost angry. He knew he had no right to be angry with her, after all he was the one with the problems but he was. He was angry that she was going to let him get away with hurting her. Jen looked at him and shook her head, dropping her bags on the floor of the creaky cabin melodramatically, throwing her hands in the air.

"You slept with your Research Assistant!" she exploded, tears fighting her eyes. "I was at our home, with our children and you were in a hotel suite with her!" her tears won the battle and fell from her eyes freely. "I was kissing our son goodnight and reading our daughter a story and you were with her! That is not a bump in the road Dawson!"

"I'm sorry. I have said I'm sorry and I mean it Jen. What more can I say?" he asked her, shouting at her now, just as she was to him.

"How about 'sure honey lets get a divorce!"

"I don't want a divorce. I love you for god's sake!" he bellowed and she laughed bitterly through the tears that burned holes in her cheeks.

"I don't think you even know what those words mean anymore Dawson. I love you, I really do and not even you sleeping with your nineteen year old research assistant will change that! But I am not happy and I do not want to be hurt by you!"

"I can't take it back!"

"You shouldn't have done it in the first place," she said, walking away from him and around the dim shack, advertised as 'Rosy Cheeks Cottage'. The sign outside actually said 'Rosh eek ottag' it was dump. "Look at this place Dawson; we can't even get a romantic getaway right!"

"Why don't we just go to bed and talk in the morning?" he said, taking a deep breath and exhaling it. He put his hand on his forehead and sighed.

"No. it's cold, you start the fire up, I'm going for wood," she said, walking towards the door.

"Jen, Honey, stop!"

"No Dawson, sometimes I just wish you would disappear. I just wish that you would crawl into a hole and die most of the time! What kills me is that I really wish it at the same time as loving you! Now analyze that!" she shouted, walking out and slamming the door behind her. She heard the whole cabin creek as she walked down the steps, it was a wonder it was still standing with the rot in the wood. She put her foot through one of the steps and cursed herself, freeing her foot and trudging off into the woodland, looking for the place they kept the wood.

It took her a long time to find the place they kept the firewood, it was in a small hut about five minutes away, covered in moss and weeds, it looked as though it hadn't been touched for years. She made a mental note to tell Derek, her assistant that he was fired for telling her about the place. It wouldn't have taken that long to find it but for the tears that decorated her eyes, blurring her vision. How was it possible to love and hate someone at the same time? She looked up into the air in the cabin and sniffed the air. Her eyes darted as she smelt it, the unmistakable stench. She picked up the firewood and ran out the door, dropping it when the cabin came into her vision. She shook her head in horror and ran towards the shack, tears falling faster than ever before.

"Dawson!"