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Pacey's POV

I don't know what made me bring Joey here and tell her about the crash that killed Maggie and Sam. Maybe was the need to share my pain with someone who had lost so much too. I'm so tired of carrying this sadness, this agony by my own, pretending I'm strong enough, that nothing happened. I sit on my bed, holding my baby in my arms, and I hear a sob, not realizing it was me. Joey keeps looking at me, trying to figure out what she could do to help me, fighting tears of pity, knowing I didn't want to see her crying. It's weird, but we always had this silent form of communication, not even Dawson, her claimed soul mate, could understand that. It was like that whenever I showed up with bruises that she knew were caused by my dearest dad and she would just hold my hand. It was like that when she was sad and I knew she was thinking about her mom. When in that fateful night, before she could speak, I knew she was breaking up with me. Or junior prom, when I felt how torn she was. Or the silent good-bye we had, in which we said so much without words. Not even ten years changed that.

She calmly took the peacefully sleeping baby from me, laying her back on her crib. She took my hands in hers, making me stand up, and I felt her arms around me. My last defenses are broken and my emotions run free in a flood, reflected in tears that don't stop to fall. She runs her fingers softly in my hair, soothing me like she would do to a child, and I hold her like she was my salvation. I bury my face on her neck, uncontrollably sobbing. I don't remember crying like that when I was told Sam had died or when I was asked to save Maggie or the baby. I don't remember crying during the funeral when I felt so guilty to be alive while they were there lifeless. I don't remember crying when I had to pick all their stuff to donate. But it seems that the tears had finally found their way.

She just holds me close, in a silent way to comfort me, resting her chin on my shoulder and I dig my fingers in her silky hair. And suddenly I'm surrounded by her scent, the feeling of her skin under my hand, the same I had so imprinted in my memory, the same which filled my fantasies and dreams for the past ten years, and another wave of guilty washes me, but I can't let go of her. And, although I'm miles and miles away from Capeside, for the first time in ten years, I feel I'm home again.

Joey's POV

I stared at him, hesitantly. I didn't know what to say or do when he told me about the tragic events on his life. He sat on the bed, holding the baby, and I wonder why he named her with my name, and as tears ran from his eyes, he looked so defenseless like his daughter. I fought my tears, but I had to do something, I couldn't bear see him in so much pain. I took the little baby from him, my heart melting as I held her in my arms and when I placed her on her crib, so innocent; I knew what I had to do. I approached Pacey, pulling him in my arms, trying to give him my strength. He held me like I was the last source of salvation, and I tried to calm him, raking my fingers through his hair. I felt my shirt getting soaked by his tears, but I knew he had to cry like that, that he still hadn't done that. He doesn't need to tell me anything we had our own silent form of communication where we could always read each other and it seemed it hadn't been affected by the years.

I shiver when I feel his warm breath on my neck, his arms around me, his hands caressing my hair and censure myself; I try not to think that my blood has started to run faster in my veins, making me feel more alive than ever. We stay like that till his tears and sobbing slowly subsides, and I cup his face between my hands to look into his eyes, my thumbs wiping his tears, and he manages to give me a weak smile.

"I'm here for you, Pace, whenever you need me." I whisper, proud he still thought of me as a friend in whom he could trust.

"Thanks, Potter." His voice faltering in his answer and I feel his lips kissing softly my forehead. My heart skips a beat, my legs go weak, and for the first time in ten years I know I'm on the right place.