Episode 174 – The Dance II

What this episode covers

Dawson’s Creek dances usually end in tears.  This one is no exception.  After being convinced by a super-excited Andie, the gang decides to attend their homecoming dance for the first time as The Gang.  Dawson, Joey, Pacey, Andie, Jen, and Jack all in the same place at the same time.  Unfortunately Jack recently kissed Joey, and when Dawson finds out he decides it’s time to throw down.  Meanwhile Pacey fails to perform on the dance floor for the lovely young Andie McPhee, but somehow finds the motivation when asked by the elusive Christie Livingston.  The only good to come of this episode is that we finally get to see the only OTP that matters meet.  Jack and Jen get to hang, and it’s clear almost immediately that they need each other.  It’s our second run through a great ep, we hope you like it. As promised in the episode we are also happy to present this week’s MTSG fanfic in its entirety: (Y volvió a pasar) And it happened again:  A sailing fic in 5 stanzas.    (1) Meeting Will at the Capeside bus station in the middle of the night, again.  Beaten.  Shirt bloodied.  And then alone in the darkened driveway, Pacey hugging him while Will fiercely didn’t cry, and then inside, cleaning him up and leading him to his bedroom, lending him a clean t-shirt, and lying awake beside him until Will fell asleep, making sure no-one else in the house heard anything.  Never asking what had happened.  Because he knew Will’s dad.     And running into Doug on patrol that time, who took one look at Will’s face as he got off the bus and saw his nose, and took them to the ER, asking no questions. When Pacey started to say something, to explain, Doug tersely cut him off, ‘Not my jurisdiction,’ and never mentioned it again, but took them both back to the Witter’s, and after that, his parents never asked questions when Will showed up, and ignored Will in the same way that they ignored Pacey.   (2) And then the night, in bed, when Will pressed himself against Pacey and very tentatively kissed him.  And Pacey froze. Then he saw the look of paralyzing panic that slowly came over Will’s face, and Will tried to pull away, but Pacey held on to him, whispering ‘It’s OK, It’s OK,’ over and over till Will stopped struggling.    And once calm…   “It’s like that, huh?”  Pacey whispered, almost a statement.   “Yeah,” came out, Will’s eyes shut tight, his voice not quite loud enough to be a whisper.  Then a cracking voice, scarily close to begging, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please don’t tell…”   “I won’t.”  And then without thinking too much, Pacey kissed him gently.  And Will kissed him back, and there was fumbling around, and then hands under clothes, and then hands pulling t-shirts off, and there was kissing and caressing, and Will’s mouth found him, and Pacey was taken aback, and then taken in, and then when Will slowed a bit, Pacey figured fair’s fair, and tried his best to return the favour, but it only took Will less than a minute before he yanked Pacey’s head off of him by the hair as his whole body tensed, and Pacey knew he would have to wash his sheets before his mom found them …    And after, Will staring at the ceiling, and out of nowhere, whispered matter-of-factly, “He’ll kill me.” And Pacey didn’t have to ask who or why, and knew it wasn’t hyperbole, and just pulled him in and held him.    (3) And what had been vices became habits. Because no-one had ever needed Pacey the way that Will needed him.  He’d never been able to be there for someone the way he could be there for Will. Maybe he fucked everything else up, but he hadn’t fucked this up. And if it wasn’t love, wasn’t true love, well, it was somewhere in the general vicinity.    So when that asshole English teacher gave Jack shit about being … like Will,