Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Dawson's Creek, yada, yada, yada
Summary: Joey and Dawson are trapped in Dawson's room during a hurricane.
Personal note: I just want to say that I love Dawson's Creek and that this is my very first fanfic ever, so be patient with me. I hope to write a fanfic every week for this site. Thanks!

When Joey Potter climbed in through Dawson Leery's window, she noticed something different.
"Whoa, Dawson, new curtains?"
Dawson was in his standard position: sitting on his bed watching a movie.
"Just a minute Jo," he said turning the volume up. "This is the best part."
"Oh, excuse me Dawson, "she said, flopping next to him on the bed, "I must have traveled back in time by accident. I guess they haven't invented ‘rewind' yet."
As the movie ended, Dawson turned to her. "Sheesh, Joey, what's up with you?"
Joey shook her head. "Nothing Dawson, forget it."
Just then the phone rang. And rang. And rang.
"Oh, yeah," Dawson said, reaching to answer it. "My parents went out to dinner."
"Hello?" Pause. "Sorry, wrong number."
Joey sighed. She couldn't figure out what was bugging her. She just knew something was wrong.
She reached for the remote control and turned on the news just in time to catch the weather report.
"Well, Sandi, this area seems to have become Disasters, Inc." said the weatherman with a slight chuckle. "What with the recent forest fires caused by an unexpected lightening storm, then the rains that put out the fires but caused minor flooding, we could just about rename the county."
The news anchor, a perky blonde with sprayed hair whose voice made Joey want to throw up replied, "It is fortunate, Dan, that we can laugh about it. No injuries or property damage have been reported, is that right?"
"Yes, Sandi, someone sure seems to be looking out for us. However, there have been reports of a fast-moving hurricane heading up the coasts of Florida and Georgia. It is expected to hit the small port town of Capeside and surrounding areas later tonight, but I wouldn't worry much folks. In all likely hood it will fizzle out to sea."
Joey switched off the T.V. ‘Fizzle out', she thought wryly. ‘I suppose that's the scientific term.'
She turned to Dawson. "So what's the movie pick for tonight?"
"Twister," he replied as he popped it into the VCR.
"You haven't seen that yet?" Joey asked, surprised.
"Three times, actually," he said. "I'm studying the special effects."
Joey and Dawson settled down to watch the movie. Halfway through the lights flickered and then went out. "Interesting special effects," Joey said as they were plunged into darkness. She found a flashlight under Dawson's bed and switched it on.
"That's strange," Dawson said as he strode across the room and closed the window. The curtains had been billowing as the wind whirled outside. "I didn't think there was going to be a storm tonight."
"They mentioned it on the news, but didn't seem too worried . . . "
Joey drifted off as an urge overcame her. She sprang off the bed and yanked Dawson away from the window and dived behind the bed. A split second later the window exploded and large shards of glass rained around them.
Dawson and Joey peeked over the bed. "Oh my god," they said together.
"It's the, the, the hurricane they were talking about on, on the news." Joey gasped, "but, but they, they said it wouldn't be too, too, too strong." She suddenly realized she was shaking with fear.
Dawson turned to face her. "God, Jo, you're bleeding" he said, touching her face.
She flinched as she realized she had a long cut on her forehead from the glass. She could almost feel tears in her eyes. How was Bessie, her sister, doing? Bessie was the only family she had left. What would she do if....
The tears sprang forth despite her efforts to keep them back.
Dawson gathered her in his arms. "It's gonna be okay Jo," he said, stroking her hair. He looked around at the destruction in his room and took a deep breath. "I promise."
Joey wiped her eyes. "What are we gonna do, Dawson? We aren't safe here."
"We'll hide in the bathroom," he assured her.
"I thought that was for tornadoes."
"Well, it works for hurricanes, too. Now come on." They tentatively stood up and were just three feet from the door when a sudden, strong blast of wind slammed the door shut. Joey gasped as she tried to open it. "Dawson, it's stuck!"
They both tried in vain to open the door but it was no use; they were trapped.
"Now what?" Joey cried as she searched the room for a hiding place. "Quick, Joey, in the closet," Dawson shouted to be heard over the roaring winds. They slid into the small closet and the shut the door. Joey crumpled to the floor and covered her head with her hands. She could hear the rain coming down in sheets on the roof and the cry of the winds as they flew around the house. Dawson sat down next to her.
"It will end soon, Joey. Everything will be okay."
Joey looked up at him.
"I hope you're right." She shuddered. "That stupid, idiotic, annoying weather guy."
"What?"
"On the news, they mentioned a hurricane, but they said that it wouldn't be big."
"I guess they were wrong."
"They shouldn't be wrong!" Joey shot back. "They should have warned us! There should have been an alert!"
"Calm down," Dawson said, hugging her. "Listen, the winds have already died down a little. We'll be out of here in no time."
Joey listened to the rains as they were reduced to a lighter downpour.
They stayed in the closet for nearly an hour, each silent, left to their own thoughts. Finally the wind outside became a whisper and the rain was a constant but light reminder of what was happening. Joey carefully opened the closet door. Dawson climbed out after her, gasping at the sight of his room.
"Oh, man,"he said, taking in the torn posters, ripped curtains, and scratched furniture.
"Well, at least the hurricane came and went relatively quickly," Joey said lightly.
"What a mess," Dawson replied, picking his way through the rubble. The door to his room had been torn from the frame. He took Joey's hand and led the way downstairs to the front door, where they surveyed the rest of the damage and waited, together, to see what would happen next.

Back to the Natural Disasters Page

This page hosted by Get your own Free Home Page