Okay so this is not an ordinary PJ's/Jo fic. I warn you now it is sad and does contain a fair bit of Jo angst so if you don't want to read then don't!

Title: Broken Dreams

Disclaimer: Well unfortunately I don't own them…although I am working on a plot to steal Jonesy…The songs are-'It Is You I Have Loved' by Dana Glover from Shrek and 'Your Heart Will Lead You Home' by Kenny Loggins. (From the Tigger Movie)

Summary: Set after they break up the first time. (When she finds Tatiana in his bed!)

Dedication: To Jane. Where are you girl? I haven't heard from you in ages! And to Riss and Mandy for all the feedback and my best friends Sam and Jen! You all rock guys!

Jo was sitting in her favourite place by the river deep in thought. She had just been given some really big news and she didn't know what to do. She was trying to figure out a way to tell everyone without hurting them or getting hurt herself. She picked up a stone and threw it in the water, noticing the time on her watch as she did so.

She sighed and stood up. It was getting late and she knew everyone would be expecting her back soon so she brushed the dirt off her pants and headed for her car. She climbed in and started the engine. She switched the radio on and pulled out to the main road. Her attention was focused on the road until she heard a familiar song come onto the radio. It was the song that PJ and her had danced to on their first 'official' date.

There is something that I see in the way you look at me

There's a smile, there's a truth in your eyes.

She immediately turned the radio off and the tears started pouring from her eyes. She turned her attention back to the road and drove all the way back to town in silence.

She knew everyone would be at the pub celebrating the end of the working week as they always did and she didn't feel like joining them so she drove straight back to the house she and pulled into the driveway with a sigh. There were no lights on in the house so she assumed everyone was still out. She walked through the front door and she wasn't expecting anyone to be home so she didn't bother turning any lights on. She just walked straight towards her bedroom. However she didn't notice the figure stepping out from PJ's room so she accidentally bumped into him.

"Ouch!" She cried. PJ reached and switched on the light.

"Jo what are you doing here?"

"I live here remember." She snapped.

"I thought you would have been at the pub celebrating like usual."

"Well I wasn't really in a mood to celebrate."

"Right well…"

"PJ can I ask you something?" Jo looked up at him.

"Ah…sure."

"The other day in your office…when you told me you didn't love me. Did you really mean it?" She had wanted to ask him that the day after he said it but she was too afraid. Now after the news she had been given she needed to know for sure before she made any rash decisions.

"Jo I err…" He was about to say something when a blonde woman stepped out behind him.

"PJ. Are you coming back to bed?" Jo stared at the woman who was wearing the very same T-shirt she had been wearing just weeks before.

"I guess that's a yes." She turned on her heel and walked towards her bedroom, tears pouring from her face. PJ didn't even try going after her. He just placed his arm around the blonde woman and walked back into his room.

Jo sat on her bed crying as quietly as she could. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. PJ was sleeping with another woman just two weeks after he had dumped her. She looked at the photographs in the frame on her bedside table. It was the very first picture taken of PJ and Jo as a couple. They were in a photo booth at the local mall and they were mucking around like teenagers. There were six photos, in all of which the pair were in a different position. Jo picked it up and looked at the one at the very bottom. It was of PJ and Jo locked in a passionate embrace, smiles on both of their faces. She closed her eyes and thought back to that day.

Funny how a photograph
Can take you back in time
To places and embraces
That you thought you'd left behind

Jo couldn't help it. She just let the tears fall from her eyes and she threw the frame across the room. She watched as it hit the door and the glass shattered. The shards flew across the floor around the door but she didn't move to pick them up. She just lay back on the bed and covered her head with the pillow.

She awoke three hours later feeling sick. She sat up in bed. Her pillow was soaked and her face was sticky from the tears she had been crying. She slowly got out of bed and made her way towards the bathroom, dodging the shards of glass as she passed through the door, and tiptoed quietly so she wouldn't wake anyone up. She held her hair back and bent over the loo just in time for the contents of her stomach to exit her mouth. When she was done she flushed and cleaned herself up before heading back to bed. She counted herself lucky that Ben could sleep through anything and that PJ's was too busy with his new 'fling' to worry about her. She headed back to her room, once again dodging the pieces of glass as she stepped back into bed.

She couldn't get back to sleep so she sat, thinking about her options. She could face PJ's and tell him the truth, but she was too scared to because that would mean admitting defeat, or she could get out of town before anyone found out. She thought for a minute and decided that the second option was the safer choice. She made her way to her cupboard and pulled out the suitcase she had stored in the top of it. She then placed it on the bed and began filling it with the essentials. If she was going to make a quick get away she had no time to worry about the less important things. She could always send for them later.

When she was sure she had everything she needed at that particular time she zipped up the bag and headed for the bedroom door. She quietly opened the door and made her way over to the front door. She placed her bag by the door then went to the cupboard and pulled out a pen and paper. She scribbled a quick note, folded it and wrote PJ's name on the outside. She placed it on the kitchen table beside the fruit bowl, picked up her bag, turned and took one last look at the house before walking through the front door.

Well that's it for part. one. if you want to i'll add more. but you have to review first!

Jess