Okay guys… just a warning… this chapter DEFINITELY has a little smut in it… so just warning you now… you've been warned…

For Love or Power

Ch. 12

Disclaimer: We disclaim. So that settles that.

Joey ran as fast as she could… towards her broken home… her broken family. She didn't even register the tears that were rolling down her cheeks, dampening her heart. She just didn't care anymore. Once she knew that Pacey couldn't see her anymore she let all her sorrow take her over and she knew that she would never be the same. God… she was such an idiot. Why did she have to believe all his bullshit? She actually believed that he loved her… what a joke… but he is an awful good actor. The looks he gave her were so toxic… and so full of love and wanting… man he must have really rehearsed or something. Or… maybe she wasn't the first one. Maybe he's played other girls before. Well duh… of course he would've played other girls… that's just the type of guy he is… he gets what he wants and when he's done he just drops them. She sighed in frustration… apparently she had been dropped.

Joey walked the halls of East-Capeside High spent. Her eyes were still red and puffy from all of her shed tears over a boy that she loved wholly, with all her heart. She headed toward her locker and sighed as she saw an anxious Jen, apprehensive to talk to her.

Joey approached and ignored Jen's presence, keeping her focus on the locker in front of her and the task of getting her books for class.

"Hey Jo. How are you? I've heard that a lot of stuff has been going on lately and I--" but before she could finish Joey sighed and began to speak over her, cutting her off.

"I don't have time to gossip with you Jen. So please leave me alone and go bother someone else. Maybe Abby will be happy to see you again? I hear she still hasn't gotten over that whole thing with you stealing Henry away. Could be good bonding time." She never even looked away from the metal in front of her as the words sunk into her friends skin.

Jen looked shocked at her outburst and was suddenly very outraged with her as tears began to fill her eyes.

"You know what Joey Potter? Here I am trying to be a friend to you and help you with everything you're going through and you're here making me feel like shit and pushing me away. Well guess what… it's working. Talk to me when my friend, Joey comes back will you?" And with that said, Jen stalked off, completely unaware that she had affected Joey so much that a stray tear fell from her eye as she slammed her locker shut and began to make her way to class.

Lunch period had finally come and Joey was thankful for that. She had to get away from this place as soon as possible and melt away into her room and never leave its safe walls behind.

"Hey Joey."

But all thoughts of hopefulness escaped her as an all too familiar scent invaded her senses and had her cringing inwardly at the sound of his voice.

"Dawson," Joey said, not turning around but instead sitting down at the table in front of her and setting her food down carefully. Dawson was completely in step with her and set his food down next to hers and slid into the seat right next to hers. She flinched as she felt his hand find her thigh and begin drawing soft circles onto her jeans.

"So… have you come to your senses yet?" The tone of his voice made her want to spit in his face and tell him to go to hell. But she couldn't do that because if she did that would be it for her. She would be out of her house; she would be closer to Pacey, which was an issue in and of itself. The mere thought of even being in the same town as him made her want to ball. How could she deal with a few blocks?

Joey sighed and lowered her head down at the table… fighting back the tears that were already coming. A tear slid down her cheek before falling into her food.

"I'll do it." Her head was still facing the table as she let out her whispered declaration. She couldn't believe she had just said that… but she did and it was done and there was no turning back. There was nothing to keep her from giving up her virginity to Dawson… now that she knew her love for Pacey was i very /i unrequited there was no point in resisting the inevitable any longer.

"Good." He sneered into her hair as he let himself nuzzle her neck adoringly.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to be with you Joey. Even though you think I hate you… you're wrong… because all I really want… is you." He said as his hand climbed further and further up her thigh until it was rested firmly in her crotch, trying to make her wet for him… but that just wouldn't happen anytime soon. She wanted to push him away, but she didn't. All she did was let her silent tears fall unchecked, as her whole world washed away from her.

He let his lips begin to assault her neck and give her a rough hickey… filled with one sided passion and a hate that burned… it burned hard.

"Awwww… is the happy couple back together? Well it's about time." Henry said laughing with his arm slung around Jen's shoulder. Jen could see what no one else saw… the hurt in Joey, the pain she felt. But Joey just wouldn't open up to her… and there was really no point when it seemed to her as if Joey didn't want any help from her anyway.

They slid into the seats opposite of Joey and Dawson at the round table and sat their lunches down, enthralled with the i happy /i couple in front of them. They saw Dawson whisper in her ear, and she bowed her head more towards the table… seeming as though he was just telling her sweet nothings that she always felt she didn't deserve… but an insider would know better.

"Joey, I'm gonna fuck you so hard you're not gonna know what hit you. Oh, Pacey's gonna be sorry. He's gonna be sorry he ever messed with me… sorry that he ever thought he'd get you before I did. Now whose the best? Huh Jo? Whose better now? You tell me? That bastard better than me? The only guy on the East side that is willing to be with you? I hope you know that no one here could give a shit if you were even alive. You should be thankful I want you Jo. Thankful." He said this into her ear softly… almost lovingly, but Joey couldn't take it. Her head fell a little more and her tears came out a little harder as her heart began to die, piece by piece, slowly etching away into a pit of nothing.

"Come to my house at 8 o'clock tonight. Or else you'll be out on your ass before you can say," he leaned in extra close to her ear and whispered slow and soft, "my Dad is a drug dealer." She could barely hear what he had said it was so quiet. But she slowly nodded her head before she lifted herself from her chair and began to walk out of the lunch room, and away from all the onlookers, wanting a peak inside of the perfect life of Joey Potter, with her perfect boyfriend, Dawson Golden-Boy Leery, who could do no wrong, and i was /i god.

Pacey walked around his school dejectedly and annoyed. Annoyed that he could be so stupid as to let his entire relationship with Joey end because of a stupid lie that he couldn't own up to until it was too late. He walked down the halls toward his locker and once he was in sight of it he saw Jack slumping next to it, waiting for him to show up. He approached his locker and completely ignored Jack, which was surprising to him, but he decided to start talking anyway.

"So Pacey… about last night. What was up with that? You're not serious are you? You don't love her. You're just following up the plan right? Trying to make her think it's still real? Cuz if so, then man I applaud you… I actually thought you meant what you said. Granted I was a bit frightened for a moment there, but I can see through your games. I can--" but before anything else came spewing out of his mouth Pacey shut his locker harshly and looked Jack straight in the eyes angrily.

"No Jack. I was i not /i lying when I said that. I am in love with her. I Pacey Witter, am in total and complete love with Joey Potter. Okay? Are you happy now? Does that make you feel better to know everything? And how Joey is i never /i going to forgive me after you so rudely told her the entire plan we had going. The plan that I had ditched long ago because I really wanted something with this girl. Is ithat/i what you want to hear Jack?" He growled angrily toward his best friend. Jack just gaped at him as he sighed and closed his eyes.

"Well that's what ya got Jack. And I'm done with playing games. So could you just leave me alone now man?" And with that Pacey walked away from Jack… leaving him just as clueless as he was before… trying to sink his teeth into everything that had just been said.

Joey slowly clogged down the dank, warped docks, away from where her boat was docked and towards the patch of grass that led directly to the front door of the house that held her fate. She didn't go up to the door, rather went around the side of the house to climb up the ladder that was all too familiar to her.

As she began to climb she looked over to Jen's house and stopped climbing as she saw Jen staring directly towards her. Jen just stared at her blankly, wondering why Joey would be going to Dawson. All Joey did was stare blankly right back at her. She finally bowed her head and began to climb again. She wished so badly that Jen would help her, and stop Dawson. She hoped that someone would. But when she didn't hear Jen call her name she just kept climbing, never looking back at her good friend. Sad that she had upset her and pushed her away when she needed her most.

When she reached the top of the ladder she climbed over and walked slowly over to Dawson's already opened window. The blinds were blowing restlessly with the wind. She looked at them and silently shed a tear. She quickly wiped it away and parted the two pieces of cloth and climbed into Dawson's room.

He was sitting on his bed staring at his watch. When he looked up all he said was, "you're late." She shrugged timidly.

"Sorry." She whispered, afraid to talk back to him. Not knowing what he would do to her if she did.

Dawson got up from the bed and approached her.

"You're a bad girl. You'll have to be punished for your behavior." Joey's breath hitched. Her heart was now beating at 100 miles an hour. Praying that he just did it fast and let her go.

He leaned into her and started to peck at her lips and unbutton her shirt. When he got no reaction from her and whispered harshly, "Kiss me." She held back her tears and nodded weakly as she let him open her mouth, let him swirl his tongue around the crevices of it. Let her tongue touch his; let it push into his mouth, but only to get his tongue out of hers. She let him do all of this as he swiftly pulled her shirt off and began to knead and caress her breasts.

He wasn't soft and gentle with her as Pacey had been. And that had made her tears finally spill over. She wanted Pacey so badly and missed him so much and was so heart broken about how he deceived her.

Dawson noticed her tears streaming down her face but didn't care, he simply ordered her to stop. He heard her sniffle a bit but her tears finally subsided. He smiled into her mouth deviously and sneered, "good girl," to her as he let his hands move to her back and deftly unhook her bra and let it untangle from her body. He pulled it down her arms and once it was off he moved his hands back to her breasts as his mouth fused with hers once again.

Her hands were clasped together tightly, wringing slightly as he continued his assault on her body. He began to move his hands lower still but when he reached her fly he also felt her hands hung tightly shut together.

"Undress me Joey… i now /i ." She swallowed thickly as she unclasped her hands and brought them up to the hem of his shirt. Her hands were shaking roughly as she tugged his shirt up and off of him, revealing his white wife beater beneath. She began to un-tuck it from his jeans and again pulled it away from his body.

All the while Dawson was unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans, pulling the rough fabric down her delicate body. He tugged them down to her knees where he let them stay as his hands began to caress their way back up her thighs to where her soft cotton panties lay, covering the last private part that had yet to be revealed. Joey saw him lick his lips and his eyes darken significantly. She swallowed again as she unbuckled him and moved her hand to his fly. She saw him close his eyes and moan slightly.

"God Jo…" he grabbed one of her breasts again and kneaded it in his hand and squeezed her nipple harshly and it was all she could do to not scream out in pain. She quickly pulled his jeans down and he took no time in getting himself out of them fully. He kicked them to the side and moved his other hand to the apex of her thighs. When he heard Joey's breath hitch he smiled slyly and began to draw small patterns on her through her thin scrap of cloth.

She squeezed her eyes shut tight as unstoppable emotions flooded her and she felt the beginnings of something stir up inside her. Dawson groaned as he began to feel his actions making her wet and then in the heat of everything ripped away her panties from her body, stripped her jeans from her legs, pulling her shoes off with them and dropped her on the bed. He looked her strait in the eye as he began to caress her folds and slowly and deliberately slip a finger into her.

Her breath caught in her throat at the feeling. She had never gone this far with anyone. Not even Pacey. Her eyes began to water again, this was too far for her and all she wanted to do was put her clothes back on a run as fast as she could. But her fears were stopping her from running.

Dawson's thumb began to rub on her clit and he slipped another finger into her, feeling her tight around him. He began to move faster and drove another finger into her and fucked her with his hand. She shut her eyes tightly. Trying not to feel anything. Trying to at least imagine it was Pacey who was making her feel all these things. She began to let her tears fall from her eyes and she thought about him. And how she was a slut for not sticking to her guns and just telling Dawson no. That she would rather have her father go to jail than sleep with him. But she was too afraid. So here she was, underneath Dawson as he fingered her roughly.

He saw her tears and immediately got angry with her, and bit her shoulder harshly, causing her to scream in pain. He pushed his fingers in harder, faster, deeper… hoping she would cum for him. But she never did. She tightened around him plenty of times, but something would hold her back and he was beginning to get frustrated with her. He leaned into her ear and bit her lobe.

"Cum for me Joey. Please." He pleaded with her but Joey wouldn't do anything for him, so she kept trying to drown out these new sensations that Dawson was stirring up inside her. He got even more upset and she felt him move away from her, his fingers never leaving her though. She opened her eyes slightly and what she saw made her eyes widen in horror. She saw Dawson staring directly at her core, then looking at her and giving a sly smile. He began to lick her folds as he continually thrust into her, as his dick would be doing shortly. When she still didn't cum, he moved up to her clit and began to lick and suck it. He thought he had found the money when her walls clamped around him. He kept sucking her roughly, but when her juices never flowed out of her he lifted his head up to see why she wouldn't just cum already. He saw her clutching the sheets around her tightly, eyes shut tight, worrying her lower lip like the plague, trying hard not to give into her pure animalistic instincts.

He groaned angrily and pulled his fingers out of her and moved away from her. Joey thought that maybe he was finished with her because she wasn't cooperating with him and not giving into to her instinctual pleasures. But all hope was lost when he opened his nightstand drawer and took out a condom, showing it to her like a trophy, before stripping completely and sheathing himself in front of her. He moved back on top of her and spread her legs to accommodate him. He looked at her evilly and whispered.

"Get ready for the best fuck of your life, Joey." Her eyes shut tight again as fresh tears began to flood over and she felt his tip teasing her. Trying to get her ready and eager for him. But that would never happen. She felt him pushing into her slowly…

Pacey sighed as he watched the same infomercial for the forth time. He wasn't even really watching anything. He just needed something to get his mind off Joey, and how much he missed her. He leaned forward on the couch and cradled his head in his hand, cursing himself for the millionth time at how much he truly screwed up.

When he first met Joey, yeah… it was about the plan. But once he really got a closer look at this snappy girl, he really began to genuinely like her. Not just as a piece of meat like most of the girls he was with seemed. She was i real /i , she was smart, funny, witty, beautiful and outspoken. He hadn't intended for anything of this to happen, but, at the same time it couldn't be helped and he would never regret one second he spent with her.

He had never loved anyone like he loved Joey in his entire life. He knew that was for sure. His emotions ran so deep for her, it was almost like breathing. She was so special to him and he knew that she would never forgive him for the way he deceived her.

But something snapped in Pacey right then. He knew that if he didn't fight for her then she really would be lost forever. But he hasn't even tried to convince her his feelings were true since she shot him down. He gave up on her.

But not anymore. Pacey lifted himself from the couch, grabbed his jacket and was off. He wouldn't let this break up the greatest thing in his life.

He reached the tree within two minutes. He saw she wasn't there so he began the trek to her house. When he got there all the lights were out except one. He walked over to the lit window and peered in. He saw who he guessed was her father having a very animated argument with someone on the phone. He didn't delve deeper than that because he was on a mission so continued his search for Joey.

He didn't know which windows to check, he didn't know which one was hers. But he did remember the first night they had really talked to one another. She walked into her house after and he saw a light turn on a few minutes after. He knew it was his best bet to start there and work on. He grabbed a rock that lay haphazardly amongst the grass and threw it up at the window he thought to be hers. When no one answered he hung his head dejectedly. There was no way he could check every window without being caught.

He decided his next best bet would be to wait at the tree for something to happen that would lead him to her. When he finally got there he noticed a feminine looking shadow lingering there and he held his breath, hoping it would be Joey.

"Jo? Is that you?" He approached the shadow slowly. But as she turned around, it wasn't Joey. It was some, buxom blonde. He knew he recognized her from somewhere… but where?

"No. This isn't Joey. This is her best friend Jen… and you're Pacey." She stated as fact. Seeing him so many times she knew at first glance it was Pacey who she was staring at.

Suddenly it clicked to Pacey. The girl who was almost always with Joey, the buxom blonde, ahh. So that's who she was.

He chuckled slightly.

"I thought I knew you from somewhere." He gave her a small smile. She returned it for a moment but then it faded as her gaze wandered over the vast creek that was just yards away.

"And now you know." She looked at him for a second and took her gaze away once more.

"So Pacey. What are you doing on the East-side at this hour?" She knew he was looking for Joey. But she was the kind of person who always wanted the facts to confirm her accusations. Even if they were correct. He looked over at her, biting his lip slightly. Not knowing if she knew about him and Joey.

"Umm… I was just… you know… and then you came… and…" he was caught in a corner with nowhere to turn. He looked over at her pleadingly, hoping she wouldn't make him continue. She gave him a sympathetic look.

"Pacey. I know that you're looking for Joey. I know all about you two getting together on that island. I was just milking it out of you." She smiled slightly and winked. He blushed a bit and bit his lip again.

"And by the way?" He looked up at her expectantly, wondering what it was she was going to say.

"You're a terrible liar." He chuckled and blushed again as she laughed along with him.

"Oh, well thanks for that, I'll keep that in mind." They both laughed but it soon died down and Pacey looked around for a few moments before finally opening his mouth again.

"So, umm… do you know where she is? Joey I mean? I kinda screwed things up and I i really /i need to see her. So can you help me out here?" He almost pleaded to her with desperation.

She had to have pity on his poor lost soul. She looked at him sympathetically before telling him exactly where Joey Potter was at the very moment they spoke.

"Joey's at Dawson's house. I saw her climbing the infamous ladder to his bedroom earlier. I know something's up because she wasn't herself at school today, but I don't know what's happening and I'm really concerned for her." When Pacey heard this his blood drained in realization.

i "It's Dawson, Pacey! He's going to make me sleep with him," she said the second part quietly.

"Why is that Pacey's problem?" Jack asked.

"Well… because…," Joey didn't know what to say.

"Are you still operating on the false allusion that Pacey is in love with you?" Jack asked, but Joey ignored him and walked closer to Pacey.

"Tomorrow night at eight, he said if I wasn't at his house he'd expose a horrible family secret that I can't let get out. Pacey… you have to help me! He's blackmailing me." /i

Pacey's mouth fell open and he was in disbelief. Jen looked at him confused.

"What? Pacey? What's wrong?" She said all this quickly and all Pacey could do was still stare at nothing as his worst fears were completely confirmed. Joey was at this moment sleeping with Dawson Leery. His one and only enemy sleeping with his one and only love.

"Oh my god." He whispered and with that he was off running toward the Leery home to try to stop anything else from happening. If something horrible happened to her he would never be able to live with himself. If Dawson hurt her he would be dead within two seconds flat. That was a grantee.

He ran the whole way to Dawson's house and when he reached the ladder he practically sprinted up it. He climbed into the window as fast as he was on the roof. But he was so wracked with guilt it took him a moment to take in the scene in front of him…

Joey had tears falling from her face as she felt Dawson pushing into her. Her eyes opened suddenly when she heard a foreign noise enter the room. She couldn't really see anything other than a figure standing there, in front of the window. The moon's rays penetrating past his shadow to create an outline to where his figure was.

Dawson saw her expression change and looked in the direction she was and was confused, shocked, and surprised all at the same time.

"What the fu--" but before he could get the last word in he was being shoved off Joey and being beaten to a pulp. He tried to fight back, but since he was caught so unaware, he couldn't find his bearings, and soon found himself pinned underneath Pacey as he kept swinging punches at his face, making it harder and harder for him to stay conscious, until he finally got knocked out by one of Pacey's famous punches.

All the while Joey lay on the bed in the same position, too shell shocked to move an inch. She wasn't having sex with Dawson. Dawson was off of her. Pacey was here. Pacey was punching Dawson. Why was Pacey here? Why didn't he come earlier? Why didn't he care before? Why does he now? Before she had time to think through anymore questions she was staring Pacey strait in the eyes. His blue orbs gazing directly into her very soul. Apologizing for everything he had done wrong. She truly saw all the love she felt for him right there in his eyes.

He moved on top of her and she flinched, not wanting him to touch her the way Dawson just had. But all that happened was he put her in sitting position as he went to grab her bra and torn panties. He moved her arms out and slid the fabric up onto her bare arms and hooked the strap back up behind her. Then he pulled her up and tried to slide on the remains of her underwear. While she was standing he went to grab for her shirt and pants. He kneeled in front of her and picked on leg up. She placed her arm on his shoulder for support as he slid on her pant leg. Then he moved to the other leg and did the same. Once that was done he grabbed the waistband and began to stand, pulling the jeans up with him, until they were all the way up. He looked her directly in the eyes as he buttoned and zipped her pants. The he went to pick up her shirt that lay at his feet. He took one of her arms and pulled it through, then the other and pulled it fully on. He started at the bottom and began to button up her shirt, button by button until it was all done and completely fastened. He then went to retrieve her shoes and placed them on her foot by foot. Once all was done he came back up to look at her again and brushed some stray hair out of her face before he picked her up and opened Dawson's door and began to walk down the stairs. He approached the front door and opened it, never taking his gaze off Joey.

Once they were outside he began to walk towards the only place they had left, the Oak tree. Once there he sat her down onto the grass by the roots of the tree so she could lean back into its loving bark. He went to sit beside her and when he looked at her he saw her eyes glossed with tears. She looked at him and her tears finally began to tumble over and onto her cheeks. He gathered her up and placed her head by his shoulder. At first she didn't do anything, but eventually she grabbed hold of him as the sobs began to wrack her body. He just held her there as she broke down in his arms.

so I hope you guys liked all our ud and aren't too upset at us for neglecting you guys! we'll get back with ch.13 soon!