A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed our last chapter! Sorry it has been so long – we will try to update sooner!
Disclaimer: We do not own Dawson's creek. But we are saving up to buy it! Right now we have $2.
Gerry sighed tapping his fingers on his temples, 'God, what a day,' he thought. The Witter's were probably the most difficult case had had… well, after his own marriage. Normally he would just tell the couples to divorce and send them home. This time, with Mrs Witter pregnant, he couldn't.
Gerry looked into his cabinet. All he could see was tea. He needed something stronger. Next thing he knew, he was heading to the bar a couple of blocks away. He came up to the bar and muttered, "Scotch please buddy."
The bar man grinned at him. Gerry was a regular. "Bad day?"
"Oh the worst. I have this couple right. And all they do is fight."
"Isn't that what you're suppose to fix?"
"Yeah I know but these two like they argue about little things, like a kiss when they were eight. Or when they were ten. Or eight. I don't care. And the women, she's nine months pregnant. Or nearly. I haven't had to deal with a pregnant person since my wife. And that ended in divorce."
"Maybe you're in the wrong job, buddy," a different voice spoke.
Gerry turned around preparing to give a rude remark when he came face to with the guy he was bitching about.
Pacey smiled. "Isn't there a thing called client confidentiality?"
Gerry swallowed nervously. "Hi Mr Witter. How are you?"
Pacey just stared at him,
"Please don't sue. I didn't mean any of it. It's just been a long day, you know."
Pacey stared at him and chuckled. "Just get me a drink. I need one. Desperately."
Gerry smiled. "Well I know pregnant women and coming home drunk is not a good idea."
Pacey raised an eyebrow. "Well if I come home sober, I will remember our fight. If I come back drunk, I won't. Perhaps you're right. But you think you've had a hard day? I live with that every day."
"You live with…that?" said the barman.
"I don't mean her. Just the fighting. The stress. The insecurities. God, I love her. But then… she just pushes me away."
The barman noticed that he was slurring his words through his ramblings. " Looks like he's already drunk. Guess you won't need another drink."
"I'll tell you when I've had another. I can handle my drink perfectly. ALWAYS HAVE. Dawson, he's got drunk at his birthday party when he was sixteen. Joey gets drunk all the time, well maybe not now. Jen, hell, Jen could get drunk any day of the week. It isn't pretty. Or it wasn't." He slumped down, banging his head on the bar.
Gerry stared at him. "Are you ok?"
"I think I have a concussion."
Gerry helped him up. "Maybe I should take you back."
"What? Bringing the shrink home? Not a good idea. Joey hates you."
Gerry looked the other side. "Oh. Thanks."
"No offence buddy. You're just, well. I think you're fantastic. But she thinks you're an idiot."
Gerry sighed. "Great I've got hit on by a guy, I've been insulted, nearly lost my job and I haven't even had a drink."
The bar man smiled. "That's usual night, isn't it?"
Gerry laughed dryly.
Pacey laughed. "What? You think I was hitting on you? You would know if I was hitting on you. Anyway since I got married, I don't hit on anybody. Which, if you knew me, you would realise that is a big deal. Joey is the one with issues."
Gerry pulled Pacey up, attempting to drag him home. "So what's that suppose to mean?"
Pacey wagged his finger drunkenly. "Now now, let's save that for therapy."
Gerry raised an eyebrow. "Do you have friends? Anyone? I mean you two don't seem to have the attitude to have friends."
Pacey slurred, "We have lots of friends. There's Jack, he's gay, with my brother. Oh well, at least Joey can't sleep with him. Again."
Gerry stared at him in shock.
"Just joking, they didn't sleep together. They just made out. Then there's Will, he's mainly my friend."
"You didn't make out with him, did you?"
"No. Then there's Dawson. Well, you know about Dawson."
"Not entirely."
"Dawson. Dawson is Mr. Perfect."
Gerry looked deep in thought. "Hey is that Dawson as in Dawson Leery, the guy who wrote The Creek?"
Pacey sighed, "Bingo."
"My daughter watches that show. All the time. I find that Sam character really annoying."
"Hey! Sam is my wife."
Gerry suddenly realised. "The Creek is based on your lives? So you must be Petey?"
"Yeah. Whats happening at the moment? Am I cheating on my best friend?"
"No, that was last season. Now you're going out with this Agatha girl. Blonde."
"That doesn't particually limit my choices. Andie? Audrey? Jen? They are all blonde. Miss Jacobs? God."
Gerry just gasped. "This explains everything. Right. We have a lot to do in therapy. I'll buy the boxset. We can watch it."
Pacey cursed the air with harsh words. "Urgh. No wonder Joey hates you."
Gerry smiles. "Hey, she hates you more then she hates me."
"Not possible," Pacey replied.
Gerry smiles. 'We'll see about that when home."
Gerry knocked on Joeys door. He looked around. It was a nice place. It had taken him half an hour as Pacey was so drunk he couldn't remember where he lived.
Joey opened the door wearing her PJs. She scowled when she opened the door. "I'm tired. I'm pregnant. And I'm not in the mood. What do you want? Because if you want to go through my past again. I've had enough."
Gerry sighed. "Firstly, I can watch The Creek to do that now. Secondly, I thought you might want your husband back."
Joey looked down at Pacey who was unconscious.
'Seriously? He's so drunk he needed the shrink to take him back home? God Pacey. Get up. What is wrong with you?" She kicked his foot. "We've been through a whole day of therapy and you just go and get wasted?"
Gerry smiled slightly, amused. Joey and Paceys relationship was so similar to the one he had with his wife. "He can't hear you."
Joey looked disappointed and crossed her arms. She moved to the side. "Put him on the couch."
Gerry walked inside and noticed their beautiful reception room which was covered in pictures of Joey and Pacey looking extremely happy.
Gerry picked up one photo. It was of Pacey, Joey and two others which he suspected to be this Dawson character and another girl. He couldn't help but to think the unknown girl was cute. He looked up and Joey. "You look so happy in this picture. What happened?"
Joey sighed. "Life." She looked at Pacey and sighed as he snored on the couch.
