A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed! It gets a bit darker here – but they are seeing a marriage councillor for a reason!
Pacey slowly opened his eyes and looked around what he now recognised as his living room. The ringing in his ears was getting dimmer and the room had finally stopped spinning. He groaned as he felt his head throbbing. What a night. He could hardly remember most of it. He remembered Gerry and a scotch. Or maybe a few more scotches. He distinctly remembered a nosy barman and a noisy bar. The rest was kind of a murky blur.
He sat up and rubbed his head, which he could still feel throbbing. He heard a door slam as Joey entered the room.
She looked over at him and rolled her eyes. "Glad to see you've finally got up." She looked at the clock and back at him.
"Joey, you mind not slamming the doors?" he asked groggily.
"Oh, you mean like this?" she asked rhetorically before slamming the room door again.
He buried his head again. "Um, yeah. That's it."
Joey smiled to herself. "Oh, sorry. But the doctor says it's good for the baby to slam doors. Apparently it will help it become used to the environment he or she will be growing up in." She paused for a moment, "How dare you bring that… smarmy… guy around?"
Pacey opened one eye. "Doug?"
Joey looked at him for a moment. "No not you're brother. You really don't remember? You really got that wasted that you can't remember… you can't remember that you brought the shrink round here! Oh my god, Pacey. I don't believe you."
"Who is the shrink? What are you rambling about?"
"You couldn't even remember where you lived last night?"
Pacey groaned and stood up. "Well maybe I don't want to know where I live anymore!" He said in a cold voice. "Is this my morning welcome? How about some breakfast?"
"How dare you… I'm the one who is pregnant. You are supposed to be looking after me. You go crying of to the next bar. You have got some nerve, Pace. I'm eight months pregnant. If I was pregnant with - "
"Don't you even start Jo!"
"If I was pregnant with anyone else. Anyone! Dawson, AJ, Charlie even. And what about Jack? He's gay and he is great with Amy and would have looked after Jen if she'd asked."
Pacey started groaning becoming steadily more and more irritated by Joey, "For God sake Joey! You want to get pregnant with one of them, then go ahead. I bet Dawson would love a piece of you."
"Pacey don't even start. Don't turn this into your problem."
"You used his name in the first place! And basically said you'd rather be pregnant with a gay guy then me!"
"I did not say that!"
"Yes you did!" Pacey didn't know what to say. He was so frustrated. "Joey, you make me so mad! Whatever happened last night, can't have been so terrible. So the shrink came around? Big deal! Just because you're in a bitchy mood towards him doesn't mean you have to take it out on me."
"I'm not in a bitchy mood with him. I'm in a bitchy mood with YOU. You have to be taken home by our marriage councillor because you completely wasted. Can't you see there is something wrong with that? Can't you see that it actually is a big deal?
You're not eighteen anymore Pacey. You can't go on a fishing trip and you'll come home and everything will be better!"
Pacey turned to give Joey a mock grin. "How did you know about that?"
Joey folded her arms. "It doesn't matter."
"Well it does to me. How did you find out?" he paused. "Gretchen. I'll kill her."
"It was eight years go Pacey."
"Since when were you and Gretchen ever friends anyway? You don't even talk to her now!"
Joey raised an eyebrow. "You wanna know why I was talking to Gretchen? Because I thought I was pregnant. And you had run off. Just like you're doing now. God Pacey, you don't change, do you?"
"Wait. Back track Joey," Pacey said walking closer towards her. His head was hurting from last night's drinks but Joey was making him even more confused. "You what?"
Joey nodded. "Pregnant. I thought I was. But it was a scare. Thank God."
"So you've been keeping secrets from me this whole time?"
"You want to use something that happened eight years ago against me? See Pacey. This is why we're seeing a marriage councillor. Why didn't I tell you about it? Because I wasn't pregnant so it didn't even matter. And thank God. Look what you're like now when you're supposedly older and more mature?"
"So you're saying I'm not gonna be a good father."
Joey stopped. She saw her mistake. "I didn't say that."
"But it is what you meant, right?"
"No it's not."
"Yes it is. You said Dawson, Jack or even Charlie would be a better father then me."
"No I didn't. I said that-"
"Don't try and go back on your word, Joey."
"I didn't actually say that! I said they would have looked after me better during the pregnancy. Which is true seeing as you just go out and get drunk."
"OH WILL YOU SHUT UP ABOUT THAT? I MADE A MISTAKE. You've made some in your time," he muttered darkly.
"What was that?" she asked. She stood up but from where she was leaning. At eight months pregnant she found herself tire easily. "What do you mean by that?"
Pacey began to walk away. "We better go back to Gerry. It's time to go."
"Don't you turn your back on me Pacey Witter."
Pacey raised a hand, "I'll do what I like." And with that he walked out of the door.
A/N: Thanks for reading. Please review. Next chapter we'll be back with more memories in Gerry's office! Promise to bring the rest of the gang in (Jen, Jack…etc) in the next few chapters.
