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TITLE: Afterthoughts: The Right of Wrong (3/13)
AUTHOR: Taygeta
E-MAIL: taygeta@juno.com
RATING: PG
DESCRIPTION: Post Episode fanfic of Prelude to a Kiss
DISCLAIMER: The characters portrayed in this story and other references
to Dawson's Creek are the property of creator, Kevin Williamson and the
WB. In other words, they do not belong to me and I am just borrowing them. No
copyright infringement is intended.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: My post episode fanfics now have a
name...Afterthoughts...and I am writing one for each episode...and I'm
contemplating on the season finale, but I'm still in contemplation.
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Afterthoughts:
The Right of Wrong
By: Taygeta
Dawson tentatively touched his lips which only hours ago had met with that of Jennifer Lindley. It had been such a strange and Nellie-consuming day that he had thought that nothing could have made this day better…nothing except for that moment at the Ruins when his dreams of his first kiss…a kiss that had been destined sent to be with Jen…happened. And that one moment of time, of truths and feelings revealed, made the entirety of his day doing mediocre work for "Helmets of Glory," seemed like nothing.
He felt terrible about wanting to stage a kiss, especially since it hadn't even achieved it's wanted response. Joey had been right; a kiss couldn't be stage because if it had been…if that mental script had worked…it wouldn't have felt the same as letting things just happen. Dawson, now, reveled in the awe-inspiring moments never to be forgotten and he wished that those type of moments could be caught on film and actual convey what it felt, but no matter how hard he would try, those moments were something that would never work. The feeling…the drama…the love would be a complete and utter lacking. The romance might have been held and the passion of the moment, perhaps, but nothing that was important as Dawson had learned tonight. There was one thing he was glad about his plan no matter how wrong it was…it ended up just right.
Now if only he could figure out who Anderson was and why on earth was he messing with Joey…then, he would have had an extremely great day. Knowing, Joey, however, he wouldn't even find out come Judgement Day…
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He still couldn't believe that it had happened…still couldn't believe that she felt enough for him that self-love overcame reason. He remembered her touch…her lips against his… Pacey knew that no matter what happened in the future…what consequences may have resulted in their actions, for that increment in time…in his mind…in his heart…that was a right in a billion wrongs. And no matter how much the wrongs outweighed the right, it could not be denied that a right succeeded it all.
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As Joey sat down with a sigh on her couch/bed, she wondered, what could have happened if she had just told Anderson the truth? Would he have even looked at her or talked to her if he had known that she was just an insignificant speck of dust in the world? A part of her really wanted to say that Anderson was that insincere…that he only reveled in the girls with stature and money…but that part of her would have been lying. If only she had been up front with him from the start…she knew that he would have liked her anyway. Just because she was Joey…not Debra Carson, a person with a nearly perfect life that spanned for about 24 hours.
She remembered what he said about lies, and she felt a wave a guilt knowing that *he* knew that she had lied to him. It had been such a whirl-wind day…such a wonderful day…the moment she had met his eyes…the music from his violin that carried in the wind…the forgotten hours on the unforgettable afternoon at the beach and sailing…the kiss. Even though, it ended in a fading disillusion, she was glad to have those memories…glad to be able to close her eyes and remember his lips against hers…be able to picture him beneath the moonlight…in a place…in a time she wished she could be.
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