Disclaimer: no, I don't own it.

"What the hell is going on here?" Dawson yelled at them, jumping to the obvious conclusion, due to the fact that Pacey and Joey were barely dressed.

"What's wrong with you, man? It's not like you're the betrayed husband." Pacey answered.

"So, you can't talk to me, but you can go and spend the whole night fucking him." Dawson looked daggers at both of them.

"Dawson, what's the fuck wrong with you? I told you yesterday that what happens between Pacey and I is my business."

"So this is why you weren't even bothered she was getting wasted last night. So you could have all your way with her."

"Look, Dawson, you have no right to come here and talk to me or Joey like this." Pacey grabbed him by his collar.

"Pacey, let him go." Pacey obeyed, unwillingly. Dawson smiled evilly. "Don't look so happy, Dawson" She glared at him. "I'm telling you for the last time: this is not your business." She adds coldly.

"I can't believe in my eyes on how you're behaving, Joey, you're getting drunk, dressing like a whore, humiliating yourself to go dirty with Pacey? And the way you're treating me, your best friend!"

Joey sensed that Pacey was about to grab Dawson again, but with one look, he held himself. This was Joey's fight, not his.

"Dawson, if you were really my friend you would not judge me, you would accept my choices, even if you don't like them."

"Joey, listen to me, you can't do this to yourself, and you know Pacey is not right for you." He approached to her.

"How dare you tell me what's right for me? I'm not a doll which you can manipulate."

Dawson grabbed Joey's arms, fiercely.

"Joey, you've gotta listen to me…" Joey winced in pain.

That was too much for Pacey, he grabbed Dawson, pushing him against the wall.

"Look, Dawson, now you've gone too far. You can say whatever you want but you never, never, listen to me, can hurt her, you got me?" He said angrily. "I think it's better for you to go, before I have to introduce your face to my hand."

"What's stopping you? Are you afraid of me?"

"Dawson, don't tease me."

"Pace, it's not worthy it." Joey told him. "And Dawson, if this is the way you treat your best friends, maybe you shouldn't have friends. Put in your big air head that I don't need such kind of friend. Now go, before I do what Pacey wants to do."

Pacey released Dawson, who punched him, catching him out of guard. Dawson, went out, and then turned around telling them both: "This is not over." He slammed the door.

Joey ran to Pacey, who was leaning against the wall.

"Pacey, are you ok?" She touched his face.

"Yeah, you should have let me beat that bastard. Ouch, this hurts."

"Oh, Pace, why did he have to show up and ruin our morning?" She hugged him. He put his arms around her, holding her as close as he could, as she started crying.

"Shh, Jo, it's over, I will have nothing more than a black eye, just that…"

"I can't believe he said those things to me, Pace, and the threat in his voice when he left." She said between sobs.

"Jo, don't worry, I'll be here for you." It was breaking his heart to see her crying like that.

"I'm not worried about me, I'm worried about you, Pace." She lifted her wet eyes.

"He won't do anything, baby" He kissed her forehead. "Now, I don't wanna see more tears, ok?"

"Ok" She managed to smile, but in her heart she felt she wasn't going to feel safe until Dawson was back to LA.

Dawson walked furiously back to his hotel. How could she do that? Didn't she know she belonged to him, not to Pacey? He couldn't go back to LA. He had to have her back.