Part One: Return Engagement
by Daizy

Disclaimer: I don't own Dawson's Creek or anything associated with it. There, happy?

Author's note: I am in the middle of way too much to be starting on this, but who can stop when inspiration strikes? J So here is yet another D/J fic from me. Although it's a little different. Just promise you won't hate me. Feedback should be sent to

It was so romantic, Joey thought to herself as she looked over at her fiance. All their lives they'd been right there in front of each other, ever since they were kids. And they'd never realized that they were meant to be.

She ran her fingers through his blond hair, tousling it. He let out a sleepy moan and rolled over. She didn't know how he could sleep at a time like this. She knew she couldn't. She'd never flown on a plane in her life until after she'd graduated from high school. And since then she'd had limited experience with them. They always made her nervous. Whenever they took off, she gripped her arm rests, trying to maintain a calm look on her face. He'd laughed at her, knowing how she hated to be weak and vulnerable. She'd tried to laugh along, but the plane had hit a little turbulence, causing it to bounce and she was too busy keeping herself from puking.

Now he slept carelessly in the seat next to her. She couldn't help but smile as she admired his face. She chided herself for being so mushy, but something in him made her get all soft inside. Unconsciously, she began to play with her ring. She'd caught herself doing it several times since he'd given it to her. She thought after 3 months she'd have adjusted to it, but finding it there still caught her off guard. She twisted the ring around, and moved it up and down her finger. Just a few more days until this ring would be replaced by another.

She'd argued with him, telling him how marriage was just setting yourself up for a fall. By making the relationship legal, it would only make things difficult. But he'd convinced her, spouting lines about true love and commitment and in the end she couldn't say no. Now she was just as silly and sentimental as he was. And she spent most of her time chiding herself for it.

Suddenly, the plane dropped and Joey could feel her stomach turn. She grabbed her arm-rest and in the process moved his arm off of it. He took in a deep, drowsy breath and glanced over at her. She was staring straight ahead, her lips drawn in tightly, her brow furrowed. He laughed.

"Next time we drive, right?" he asked with a grin.

"Very funny. I just want to get off this thing. Didn't the captain say we were coming in for our final descent? Shouldn't this all be ending?" she asked, never moving her gaze from the tray in front of her that had been moved to its upright position.

"Just a few more minutes," he assured her, taking her hand.

She smiled at him gratefully, but then she frowned. "If we die before our wedding, it'll be all your fault."

"Well, you wanted to get home as quickly as possible. You were going on and on about how you hadn't been back to Capeside in so long and you were so anxious to see Bessie again and all that stuff."

"I know, but I was anxious. I just wouldn't have been quite so excited if I knew we were going to fly. And I would've been even less excited if I knew that we were going to have hour after hour of turbulence."

The plane began to descend and Joey tensed in her seat again.

"I'll be much happier on my little rowboat in the creek," she sighed, closing her eyes.

"Don't worry," he said, "we'll be there soon enough."

She tried to think happy thoughts to distract herself. They'd left before dawn this morning, so they'd get to Capeside that afternoon. Then there would be plenty of time to chat with Bessie, check all the plans and stop in to visit old friends. It was nice that both of them were from the same town, that they'd grown up together. They all knew the same people and they both could only think of one place to go for their wedding.

"Jo?" his voice pulled her out of her reverie.

"Hmm?" she asked.

"Plane's stopped. You can get off now."

She looked out the window. He was right. "Wow, I didn't even notice," she remarked.

"Were you caught up in some nasty thoughts?" he asked with a smile.

"No, in fact. I was just thinking about how nice it'll be to go back to Capeside and see everybody again. It's been almost a year since I've been home. I still miss it, no matter how much I hated it growing up."

"You're fine with Chicago though, right Jo? I mean, you don't want to settle down in Capeside, do you ?"

"Of course not." She took his hand as they walked down the aisle of the plane. "I may like to reminisce about it but I'd much rather keep my children far away from here. They'd be known as the spawn of the convict's daughter."

"The convict's daughter and the town golden-boy," he added.

She nodded. "What a pair."

They reached the gate and she gratefully took a deep breath of the real, non-pressurized air. She squeezed his hand tighter.

"Anything wrong?" he asked.

"No. I'm just happy. To be home," she said with a childish grin. She swung her bag back and forth.

"So is Bessie going to come up here to pick us up?" he asked.

"Yea, she said she'd made arrangements to get us back to Capeside. I assume she'll be easy to spot. Soccer mom in a minivan."

"Was she going to meet us at the gate or out front?" he asked.

Joey stopped in her tracks. "I don't know. I don't think we ever talked about it." She gave him a distressed look.

"Well, I guess we can go back to the gate and wait there for a while and then go get the bags and wait outside if she doesn't show."

Joey started to nod, but instead she was distracted.

"Joey!" A familiar voice called from across the terminal. She turned her head, her eyes searching for his face. Finally their eyes met and with a smile, she ran into his arms.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, finally.

"Bessie got held up at work. You know how she is. She asked me if I could cover and of course I accepted," he replied.

"It's so good to see you," she said. And then she stepped back, letting the two boys come face to face.

"Jake, you know Dawson. And Dawson, you know Jake, my fiance."

End Part 1
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