Disclaimer: I do not own Dawson's Creek, but let's be honest girls; wouldn't we all love to have our own Pacey? Or for those of you who prefer Dawson; wouldn't you like have one of your own?

Two days after Pacey came home Joey had made a decision that would change her life forever. She was finally going to fulfill her dream of being a writer on her own terms. All she had to do was take a huge leap of faith. Yes, she had doubts, but no more than any other unpublished writer did. She would never know what she was capable of if she didn't try.

It was time that she stopped relying on other people to help her get ahead. She had everything she needed to get started. She wasn't about to let her four years of college or her degree go to waste. She stood outside her boss' office, trying to find the right words before knocking. People passed her in the hall, all of them staring at her curiously but she didn't take notice.

Gathering her courage, she knocked on the door. Her boss called for her to come in and Joey opened the door slowly. Her boss looked up from his computer, greeting her with a pleasant smile.

"Miss Potter, what do I owe the pleasure?"

"I want to talk to you about something Mr. Benedict," Joey said confidently.

"Have a seat. I always have time for my best employees."

Joey groaned inwardly as she sat down. He wasn't going to make this easy on her.

"What I have to say isn't going to be easy, so I'm just going to come right out and say it," Joey began.

"All right," Mr. Benedict said to encourage her.

"I am putting in my resignation," she said earnestly.

"Have you been offered a job somewhere else?" he questioned.

"No Sir, I've decided to start writing my first book," she said proudly.

"You're going to need money to live off of," he stated.

"I've already thought of that Sir. I have enough money saved up to last me for at least year and a half. If I haven't finished my book or been published before then, than I will start looking for work."

"Well I respect what you are doing. If you need any help at all with editing, or have any questions you can call me. Would you consider sending me the book when you are finished? You're going to need someone to publish it."

"Of course, thank you," Joey said with a pleased smile.

"I have a feeling that I will be hearing from you before the year is out about publishing your book."

"This publishing house will be the first one to see it once it's done."

"Good luck Misses Potter," he said extending one of his hands to her.

"Thank you Sir," she said pumping his hand enthusiastically.

Joey went back to her cubicle and cleaned it out and was at the restaurant before it opened. Pacey was wiping down tables when she came in. He stared at her with curious eyes as she grinned widely at him.

"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at work?" he questioned.

"Nope," she said shaking her head quickly.

"Did you get fired?" he asked slowly.

"No," she said with a laugh.

"You're gonna have to fill me in Joe."

"I quit my job this morning," she said with a playful twinkle in her eyes.

Pacey was across the room in four strides. He pulled Joey to him quickly, making her gasp in surprise.

"Are you serious?"

"I put in my resignation an hour ago."

"It only takes fifteen minutes to get here from your office. That's why I chose this location."

"I went home to change," she said helplessly with a shrug.

Pacey cupped her face in his hands as he smiled down at her in wonder. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. She had given up her job. He didn't care why. He would support any decision she made. If he had to be the bread runner for a while he would do it if it meant that they were happy.

"Aren't you going to ask why I quit my job?"

"I don't care why you did it, I'm just glad that you did," he reassured her.

"I couldn't let you be the only to give up something for our relationship," she said looking up at him with doe eyes.

"What?" he asked with a skeptical scoff.

"You moved up here because you wanted to be with me. I haven't made things easy for you. I would rather give up my job than you," she said before threading her fingers through his hair.

"Is what you really want?" he asked.

"It will give me time to work on the book idea that I've been putting off."

"Then I support your decision," he said before leaning down.

He brushed his lips to hers gently, hearing the sounds of his employees readying for the day ahead. The sounds of his kitchen stuff busy with their prep work mixed in with the waiters and the lone hostess at the front of the restaurant. Joey moaned against his lips when he pulled her bottom lip into his mouth, nipping at it playfully. He pulled away with a sigh a few minutes later, when he realized that the dining room was silent. Sure enough, his entire staff was watching.

"Good news, Boss?" Eugene asked from the door of the kitchen.

"Very good news, as a matter of fact, we're going to celebrate. Jo here has finally become a liberated woman," Pacey said proudly.

"I've been liberated for years, you know that," she said teasingly.

"Being a stuck up snob does not count as being liberated Honey," he reminded her.

Her mouth fell open and she gasped, pretending to be hurt before smacking his chest playfully. He pulled her to him once more as he stared down at her endearingly. Life didn't get much better than it did right then.

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Joey was in at the dining table when Pacey came in after work that night. He set a takeout container in front of her as he straddled the chair across from her. She looked up at him over her glasses once she finished typing.

She gave him an endearing smile as she closed her computer and pulled the container closer to her. She smiled when she saw the parmesan chicken and the pasta inside. He pulled a set of plastic cutlery from his shirt pocket and she dove in heartily.

"I like a girl who isn't afraid to eat," he complimented.

"Just know that I will spend half the morning at the gym tomorrow burning all of this off," she stated with a mouthful.

"It's all about compromise. Did you get a lot done today?"

"I'm still in the research phase but it's coming along."

"When am I going to find out what it is about?"

"It's going to be about a girl trying to find herself. She's young and a little naïve, she's going to meet a lot of different crazy characters. One of her good childhood friends follows her and they end up falling in love."

"So this is going to be our lives?"

"Sort of; most writers write about themselves in some way shape or form at least once."

"It's not like people don't know our story already," he stated.

"Yes, but it's going to be told from my point of view," she stated logically.

"Am I going to make any money of this at least? Since I didn't make any money off of Dawson; because if I'm not I just might have to write my version. It's going to be more interesting than yours and Dawson's," he stated.

"Tell you what, you stick around and I'll share whatever I make with you," she bargained.

"You've got a deal," he agreed with a lopsided grin.

She shook her head with a smile before continuing to eat. Quitting her job had been the best decision that she could have ever made. They would be living lean for a while but it would be worth it. She didn't know why she hadn't done it sooner.

"I was thinking, we should celebrate," Pacey stated to get her attention.

"Celebrate what?"

"Making the decision to quit your job and start writing is a big decision. It should be congratulated."

"What did you have in mind?" she asked in intrigue.

"I'm still thinking about it. When I come up with something I'll let you know."

"Shouldn't I be the one that decides what we do? I mean, I am the one who's unemployed at the moment," she said giving him an even look.

He shook his head with a contemplative look. She looked at him skeptically once she finished eating. Knowing Pacey it would be something big and something that she would never forget. She couldn't wait to find out what he was planning.

AN: Sorry this chapter is so short, but you have to admit that a lot happened. I promise the next one will be longer.