Note: It's been way too long. I wrote this whole chapter and somehow it got deleted! That chapter rocked but I hope this is one okay. I've decided to update this story so…here's the update!

Disclaimer: I don't own Dawson's creek and the things in it. I don't own the movies I use either…so don't sure, well it's not like you would get anything!

Pacey looked at his watch. It was an old watch. He got the watch years before. The band was a grayish blue now but the clock still worked. 2:15 it read.

Pacey took a deep breath and entered the building. Once inside, he caught his breath.

The building was empty.

Pacey saw someone walk in the back so he decided to follow them. Once he turned the corner, he found them.

A woman, with short light blonde hair and hazel eyes was sitting at a desk, smiling at him. Pacey walked up to the desk and couldn't help but smile back.

"Hi, I'm…" he started.

"Pacey Witter, I know. We've been expecting you," the woman said still smiling.

Pacey lifted an eyebrow and moved in. "What is this place?"

"What do you mean?" the woman said, her eyes turning into a beautiful shade of green.

"This place is empty except for you and your desk."

The woman smiled wide. "Why, that's all we need Mr. Witter."

Pacey stood back up normally and nodded his head. "Uh, where is the…"

"7th day rest unit? Take this elevator behind me to the 7th floor."

Pacey smiled kindly and went down the hallway behind the desk and stopped in front of an elevator. There was only one button. He turned back to the woman.

"Excuse me. There's only one button," he said.

The woman turned with a smile. "Just press the button. It will take you where you need to go. Have a good trip, Mr. Witter."

"Thanks," Pacey said with a weird feeling.

Pacey pressed the button and the doors to the elevator opened. He stepped into the elevator and the doors closed. There was only one white button to press. He licked his lips and pressed it. The elevator started going up. The inside of the elevator was made of mirrors but, strangely enough, a light shade of blue like downstairs. The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. Pacey stuck his head out and looked around. The hallway was dark except for the light right out of the elevator. Slowly, he moved out of the elevator and the doors closed quickly.

The door in front of him opened and Sam stood in the doorway. "Are you just going to stand out there or are you going to come in?" he said.

Pacey chuckled and walked into the room. There was a lounge chair and a chair. The room was the same shade of blue.

"Why is everything in this place blue?" Pacey asked looking around.

Sam closed the door and rolled his eyes. "I don't know. He likes blue because it's supposed make people feel more relaxed or some crap like that."

Pacey turned back to Sam. "Are you some kind of therapist or something?"

Sam smiled and lay down on the lounge chair. "You could say that I guess. But I'm not really here to discover your innermost faults as much as I am to…assist you. Can you sit?"

Pacey sat down in the chair. "Assist me in what?"

Sam sat up and put on his glasses. "Not be so miserable."

"I am not miserable," Pacey said sitting straight.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure you're not. Every night for the past two weeks you have been drinking yourself to sleep. You have always had this stupid thought in your brain that you're not worth anything and that caused you to pass up and give up some life changing things in your life."

"So you're going to try and change that?"

"I hope so. Or, at least, make you realize that you are not as bad as you think. See, Pacey, you've kind of skidded off the path you're supposed to be on. There was many opportunities given to you to get back on that path but, because of the whole free will thing, you have chosen not to. That's why I'm here. Something had to be done."

"What kind of path are you talking about?"

"Everybody has a pre set path. Sure, you get to make your own decisions but they always keep you on the path. If someone happens to go on a detour then things are…presented to that person; whether it is a new job, a new love interest or even a fire, they try to get them back on the path so they can fulfill what they are supposed to. Sometimes, like in your case, presenting options just isn't enough so more drastic measures must be taken."

Pacey lifted an eyebrow. "What kind of drastic measures?"

Sam nodded and smiled. "Good, you're interested. Before I can go on any further I need to know that you trust me. I need you to tell me that you are willing to go along with me on this."

Pacey thought abut it for a while then nodded his head. "Okay, I trust you. I'll go along with you on this."

Sam smiled wide. "Great! What do you want to know then?"

"How are you going to help me? You said last night that you would help change some wrongs in my life."

"That's what I'm going to do. Pacey, what do you wish you could do over anything?"

"Yeah," Pacey said quickly. "There are a lot of things I wish I could do over. I wish that I could have salvaged my friendship with Dawson, I wish I could have been closer to my father, I wish I would have had more faith in all of my relationships…especially my relationship with Joey. God, I would take back so much when it comes to her."

"Do you wish that things never started between you two?"

Pacey shook his head. "No, I was never afraid to love her and I'm not now. Sure, things probably would be so mush easier if I never fell in love with her but then I wouldn't have this amazing thing that only we share."

Sam stood up and walked around. "What if I could give you the opportunity to change all those things?"

Pacey chuckled. "Wouldn't that mess with the 'path' I'm supposed to on?"

"No, not necessarily," Sam said not picking up on the sarcasm. "You're supposed to enjoy your life. Sure, something bad things inevitably have to happen but most don't. I can help you fix those problems with Dawson and Joey and your father all those years ago."

Pacey shook his arms around. "Wait. Are you talking about going back in time?"

Sam shook his head a little. "In a way…but I don't look at it like that. We're just going to improve on your life but avoiding some problems from the past. You can see your life with the knowledge that you have now and fix it."

"Like it's a wonderful life?"

Sam laughed. "You crack me up, Pacey! You're not going to never exist. That would kind of defeat the purpose. You will be alive and interacting to change the future."

"Then this is like the butterfly effect?"

Sam huffed. "You know, all of these movies really tick me off. I mean, they are nothing like the real thing. No, there is no idiotic book or knick knack that helps you change the past. Also, you get one chance, that's it. If you screw something up for a second time, you can't go back and change it. That stays like that…and there are rules that need to be followed.

"Rules? You never mentioned any rules?"

Sam rubbed his temples. "Pacey, when is there ever no rules? They are so simple that even you could follow them."

Pacey crossed his arms. "What are they, Smart ass?"

Sam smirked and sat back down. "First off, you need to pick three different destinations. I won't pass if you don't pick three."

"What else?"

"Well, that's pretty much the only rule but there are some things you should be aware of. The most important thing to remember is that you are not, and will never be, immortal. You can die and bleed and everything else that could happen to you. I'm going make sure that you don't get hurt but you need to be aware of yourself as well. The next thing is about the adjusting you'll be doing?"

Pacey nodded. "What about it?"

Sam bit his lip. "Well, you see, all of these changes you'll be making won't matter unless you make it back to this point in time. If at anytime before this exact day at this exact time you decide to quit, all of the changes, all of the wrongs you made right, will not become your past and the past you have now will still be the same. If you do make it till today, then everything will be just how you made it. That's why I'm urging you to not end this until the end. I can't actually stop you from quitting at anytime, or doing anything for that matter, but I can advise you one way. Do you understand all of the things I've just told you?"

Pacey sighed. "Yeah, I understand. I have to pick three different times to fix and I need to redo things until I reach today, or else nothing counts. I get it…and I'm ready."

Sam smiled wide. "Good. We'll start then. I need you to relax and close your eyes."

Pacey smirked and leaned back in the chair. He took in a breath and closed his eyes.

"Pacey, think of where you want to start. Think of a time that you want to start fixing things. Do you have it?"

Pacey nodded.

Sam smirked. "Visualize everything. Think about the place you are and who's with you. Think about the smells and the feels.

Pacey let out his breath. He didn't feel anything at first, but then he felt a slight rock. The rocking feeling under him became more noticeable and nice. He took a breath in and could smell sea air and taste the salt. A smirk came across his face from the warmth on his skin. Pacey felt something softly running through his hair, which felt longer shorter than usual.

"Pacey, wake up."