First, there's a lot of swearing and other things in this chapter so I'm warning you. I'm sorry but Yes, Dawson is back…but only for this chapter. I know I said that he was never going to come back but I changed my mind again. I PROMISE that this is the last that he will come up in person…for a while. : ) This chapter is mainly Dawson and Joey. There will be bits and pieces of Pacey but he really doesn't come into play until the end. Dawson is always great to stir up some trouble. Evil grin

Joey couldn't believe her eyes. Dawson couldn't be right in front of her. He wasn't supposed to be around her…ever. She was going crazy. Joey Potter finally went nuts. It must be some other blonde man. Maybe there is no one there at all. Joey did have nightmares about him before so maybe this wasn't any different. Joey wiped at her eyes.

Dawson stood in front of her, in his long gray trench coat, staring her down with piercing eyes. He had a smile on. Dawson extended his hands out that were deep in his pockets and said, "The one and only."

Joey caught her breath and put a hand up to her mouth. "Oh my god," she muttered.

His smile slowly faded into a frown and his eyes went through her. "You don't sound that happy to see me," Dawson said with a fired up tone.

Joey tried to steady her breathing but it wouldn't steady. "Dawson, you're not supposed to be here. I have a restraining order against you. That means…"

"I know what that means, Joey. I'm not an idiot," Dawson said rolling his eyes.

Joey tried to act like she wasn't afraid of him. "If you don't go, I'm calling the cops."

Dawson laughed. "I'm not leaving and you're not calling the cops."

"Just try and stop me," Joey said before turning back to the dorm house. She took one step before she heard the soft click. Slowly, Joey turned around to see Dawson with a hand gun pointed at her.

"I think this will be enough to stop you," Dawson said referring to the gun.

Joey put her hands in front of her body. "Dawson, put the gun down. I won't call the police if you just put it away."

Dawson smiled. "Joey, have you ever seen Saving Private Ryan? It's a great film. See, in the middle of the film, there is this huge fight scene. Things are exploding and people are dying. It is actually a little too gory for my taste. There is this soldier who drops his gun and runs head first into the battle, leaving himself vulnerable. Can you guess what happens? He gets shot down."

Joey shook her head. "This isn't the movie, Dawson."

"Same situation."

"No, it's not. This isn't a battle."

Dawson gripped the gun a bit tighter. "I meant the general scenario, Joey!"

Joey stood straight. "Okay, Dawson, You're right. Please don't get angry."

Dawson shook his head, laughed and smiled. "Sorry, Joey. I guess being shunned by the girl I love has made me a bit…bitter."

Joey could feel the tears threatening to fall.

A gust of wind blew in and Dawson got chilly. "Let's go up to your room. I'm getting a bit cold," he said before jamming the gun into her back. "Don't try anything."

Joey nodded and walked into the dorm house, Dawson close at her heels. She signed in and went into the elevator to go to her floor. Joey felt her hand shaking but she got it to stop. Once Dawson was in the dorm with Joey, he had her…alone.

XXX

Pacey looked at the clock. Joey left thirty- five minutes ago. It usually took her around fifteen minutes to get back to the dorm. Sometimes she would forget and he would end up calling her. This seemed like the case. Pacey smiled and shook his head as he begun to dial her number. After four rings her voicemail picked up.

Hey, you're reached Joey Potter. If you want me then leave a message after the beep. If you want someone else, just hang up now so then I won't get a long beeping message because of a hang up. Thanks.

Pacey chuckled before the beep. "Jo, it's me; Pacey. I'm calling because you haven't called me back yet. I just want to know if you got to your dorm alright. Give me a call when you get this. Love ya, Bye."

With that, Pacey hung up.

XXX

Meanwhile…

Joey unlocked her door, turned on the light and walked in. She put her keys down on the side table and slowly turned back to the door. Dawson quickly went in and locked the door behind him. He turned to her and smiled.

The evil smile.

The smile always haunted Joey and always would. The way his lips would curl up on the ends but only far enough to reveal his top teeth. How his head would droop so he had to look through his dark think eyebrows. The worst part was his eyes. Those green eyes could pierce through thick black darkness.

Who was this man? This couldn't be Dawson. Dawson Leery was her best friend as a child. He was the boy who taught her about aliens who enjoyed Reese's pieces and a certain list from World War II. This was the man who became her first real boyfriend. He was her first love. No, this wasn't the same Dawson Leery who used to be a hopeless romantic: this was a monster.

"Joey, take off your coat and stay a while," Dawson said in the same position.

Joey put her arms around her and tried to smirk. "I'm actually a bit cold," she said in her standing position.

Dawson pointed the gun at her. "Take off your coat and sit on the bed," he said in a slow and low voice.

Joey felt her body stiffen. Slowly, she slipped off her coat and sat on the edge of the bed.

Dawson leaned back against her dresser and stared at her. He didn't even blink. Joey couldn't look at him. She turned her head down and looked at the ground.

Dawson chuckled and then looked his gun up and down. "You look scared. Do I scare you or is it just the gun?" He said in an even tone.

Joey kept her head down. "Both," she said softly.

Before Dawson could say anything else, Joey's cell phone went off. She quickly looked to her purse. Dawson followed her eyes and went to the table. He went through her purse and found the phone. It stopped ringing. He flipped it open and read the caller ID.

Dawson's head quickly jerked to Joey on the bed. "Are you seeing Pacey again?" he asked in a short tone.

Joey took in her breath. She could tell that Dawson was becoming even angrier because of the call.

Dawson kept staring at her. He slowly made his way back to the bed. "I asked you a question, Joey." He was losing his temper.

Joey tightened her closed eyes and felt the hot tears running down her face.

That was it. Dawson grabbed Joey by the neck so her head would lift up. He could feel her breath slowing down and he liked the power. Slowly and through his teeth he said, "I'm going to ask you one more time, Joey. Are you, or are you not, with Pacey?"

Joey could feel the pressure in her throat. Every second, Dawson's grip became a little bit tighter. She sucked back her tongue to try and catch some air. "Yes," she whispered. Joey knew that if she lied, Dawson would probably kill her.

Dawson didn't let her throat go right away. He wanted to squeeze her neck until she went limp. He gave her neck a big squeeze, cutting off all the air, but released her quickly. As soon as his hand moved, Joey gasped for air and grabbed her throat. Dawson began pacing around. He shook his head uncontrollably.

"I don't understand, Joey. Why would you go back to Pacey? He didn't want you. Pacey didn't even fight for you. I wanted you. That's why I did it," he said pacing around.

Joey looked at him. "Did what, Dawson?" she asked fearing the worst.

Dawson looked at her and got on his knees in front of her. "Joey, you need to understand. I did it for us. We were supposed to be together forever. We were doing just that until Pacey came back. He was coming between us again and I couldn't let that happen."

Joey stared at this man through her tears. "What did you, Dawson? DAMN IT, TELL ME WHAT YOU DID!"

Dawson placed his hands on her knees. "I told Pacey that we were back together the day you were supposed to leave with him. He called you but Bessie said that you were by my house. See, Joey, we were meant to be. Look at all of the signs. This is how it should be."

Joey pushed his hands off her. "I can't believe you! You're the reason he left me. Pacey still loved me but you got to him."

"No! He would have left you even if I wouldn't have said that. He didn't want you. You're only an object to him."

Joey shook her head a little. Her courage was growing. "No, Dawson, he loves me. It's you that doesn't care about me. I'm NOT your prize!"

Dawson placed the gun next to her hip. "Joey, I love you."

"So much so that you tried to kill me…twice!"

"I told you that I just got angry. I didn't mean to hurt you on the docks last summer. It really wasn't that bad."

Joey became angry. How could this murderer say such a thing! "Not that bad! Let me refresh your memory, Dawson."

Joey walked along the docks. It was a warm day in August. Soon, she would be leaving for Worthington; even though her stay wouldn't be long. It was two months to the day that Pacey left. She didn't want to admit it, but she still loved him. It was hard to fall out of love with someone when you see their brother everyday.

Doug had come everyday at his lunch break to see how Joey was doing. His visits were nice but, in reality, hurt Joey more than helped.

They had the same smile.

Doug would meet Joey at the docks everyday. They would sit on the bench next to the double docks and watch the water. He would look at Joey and smile his bitter- sweet smile before asking how things were going in there. Joey would smirk back with sad eyes, remembering that smile on another face, and replied that everything was going great. They would sit and talk for the hour before he would stand to get back to work. She would look at him and ask if HE had called yet. Doug would take notice of the sadness mixed with hope in her brown eyes before replying, "Not yet," and walked away.

That day, Joey stood near the edge of the top deck and watched a white sailboat pass. How she wished that the summer was just a dream and Pacey would be waiting for her when she woke up.

It wasn't a dream.

Pacey was gone and he wasn't coming back.

As she watched the sailboat float away, he walked up. "Hey Joey."

Joey turned to him and gave a small smile. "Hi Dawson."

Dawson looked to her as the wind blew. "I haven't seen you around lately."

"I'm sorry about that. This summer isn't turning out to be a good one," she said with a sigh.

"Will you be okay?"

Joey chuckled lightly. "That's the million dollar question. Does anyone know if things are going to be okay? I don't think we're supposed to know. All we can do is live day by day, hour by hour, and hope that things will be okay."

Dawson grabbed her wrist and stroked it with his thumb. "I want to help you. I'm here for you, Joey… always."

Joey wanted to cry about her pain like she did when she was younger but she couldn't. They hadn't spoken in months and they didn't know anything about each other any more. "You can't help me, Dawson."

Dawson held to her wrist a little tighter. "Let me try."

"This is something that I need to help myself with. I need to do this alone."

"I can make it better, Joey. I know I can," he said digging his thumb into her skin.

Joey tried to pull away but he wouldn't let go. "Dawson, stop. That hurts."

The words didn't even faze him. He kept staring at her. "I miss you, Joey. I know that I hurt you and I'm sorry. I want you to be my girlfriend again. I'll be better this time. You deserve someone like me, not someone who'll leave you. I love you so let me be with you."

Joey struggled to get away. Dawson came in for a kiss when Joey slapped him with her free hand. "I don't love you, Dawson," she said coldly.

Dawson got a hold of her other wrist and held it tight as well. His face became red and his breathing came in long breaths. They connected eyes and Joey had gotten scared. Slowly, Dawson pushed her up to the edge.

Joey tried to stop but he was too strong. "Dawson, Stop!" she yelled.

Dawson stopped moving when she was on the very edge of the deck. He let go of one wrist so she could see the big fall to the lower deck.

"Goodbye, Joey."

Quickly, he gave a hard push. Joey fell over the edge face down onto the lower deck. A few seconds later she opened her eyes and sat up. Dawson was gone. She felt some blood trickling down her head and her wrist hurt a lot. She didn't care about this. It was the unbearable cramps in her stomach that made her cry.

Dawson smiled as she finished the story. "But you were fine. No harm done."

Joey tightened her fists. "I was pregnant!" she yelled.

Dawson's mouth fell open and he could only shake his head.

"You bastard killed my child! Pacey didn't even know yet that he was going to be a father…"

Before Joey could say anything else, Dawson slapped her hard on the face and put the gun to her head. "You little bitch. I should blow your fucking head off!"

"Go ahead!" Joey cried. "I don't care anymore!"

Dawson began crying himself. "Why would you let yourself get pregnant by him, Joey? I'm supposed to be the father of your children! You were supposed to get pregnant by me, not Him!"

"It's too late now so just pull the trigger!" Joey screamed as she kept the gun to her head.

Dawson wiped his tears and dropped the gun next to her bed. "I have a better idea."

Dawson threw himself onto Joey. He ripped open her shirt. Joey pounded on his chest to make him stop but he kept going. Dawson undid her pants and pulled them off along with her panties. He reached down and began to free himself from his pants. Joey got hold of the gun and fired it but Dawson grabbed it and slapped her. He snagged into her wrists and held her arms above her head.

"You're always going to remember me," Dawson said before thrusting into her.

XXX

Pacey pulled up next to her dormitory. He jumped out of his car and ran inside. His cell phone was on his ear because he was calling Joey for the umpteenth time. He rushed to the desk.

"Can I help you?" the security guard said slowly.

"I need to know if Joey Potter checked in yet," Pacey asked as calmly as he could.

This was so unlike her. Even though she would sometimes forget to call him right away, Joey never waited this long. After 50 minutes, Pacey knew something had to be wrong.

"She did," the guard replied.

Pacey nodded and ran to the elevators. The guard behind the desk got up and went to Pacey. "Sir, you can't go up there after hours. I'll need to escort you."

The two waited for an elevator. Some girls were screaming in the stairwell. Both men looked to it. A few girls ran past but one stopped to talk to the security guard.

"You need to help us!" she said frantically. "A gun went off on my floor."

"What floor?" Pacey said stopping his breathing.

"Third," she replied.

That was Joey's floor. The guard called for back up but Pacey ran up the stairs. He didn't wait for the elevators.

On her floor, Pacey bolted to Joey's room and turned the knob.

Locked.

He began to bang on the door. "Jo! Joey, are you okay?"

Joey took her focus off of what was being done to her and looked at the door. "Pacey! Help!"

Dawson removed himself from her and put back together his clothes. "It's about time," Dawson said picking up the gun.

Joey scrunched her self but kept on throwing things at Dawson to stop him. "Pacey! Dawson has a…"

Dawson opened the door and held the gun to Pacey. "I have a gun," he said with a smirk.

Pacey backed up but looked into the room to see a frightened Joey. "You better not have hurt her because I swear I'll…"

"You'll what? Kill me?" Dawson said growing his smirk. "It looks like I'll be the one killing you, Pacey. Tell me, how does it feel knowing that you're about to die?"

"What did you do to, Joey!" Pacey demanded. She was his only concern.

"Nothing that was rightfully mine," Dawson replied.

The security guard came behind Pacey and pointed his gun at Dawson. "Put the gun Down!" he yelled.

Dawson shifted his eyes between the guard and Pacey. "Shoot me. I'll kill him before you're sorry ass aim even hits a wall."

Dawson pulled back the safety.

The gun went off.

He fell to the floor and into his own blood.

Joey screeched.

The guard stood over him. "You should have dropped the gun," he said to Dawson who was holding his arm wound.

Pacey ran over to Joey and held her in his arms. She began to cry.

"Don't cry, Baby. I'm here," he said soothing her.

"I thought he was going to kill you, Pacey," she cried.

Pacey kissed her forehead and began soothing her again. "I'm never going to leave you, baby. I promise."

They just sat on the floor, wrapped in each others arms, as Dawson was taken away.