This takes place after all of Season Two up until the season finale. That has not happened yet. Andie has been gone for a few weeks. I don't know Pacey's mother's name, I don't even know if she's been given one on the show, so let's pretend it's Martha.
Hold On
"Mom and dad are home," Pacey called to anyone who might care. He listened to the garage door close and the car door slam. No one else inside made a move to greet them. Pacey looked at the computer screen and sighed. Even he would admit that he had been pretty insolent to his father all weekend. He minimized his email and went to the kitchen to help take the groceries in. His parents were walking up from the basement with the packages, but the door connecting the two rooms was locked. Pacey heard his father fiddling with the keys and went to unlock the door for him. He leaned on the door for a minute to keep it closed long enough to push the stray chair in front of the door back to the kitchen table. He unlocked the door. Pacey quickly jumped back with a surprised cry as the door was slammed open. He had just narrowly avoided having his head slammed into the wall. His father started scraming the instant he stepped into the room.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, you moron? How dare you try and keep me locked in the basement!"
"What?" Pacey asked, genuinely confused. "What do you mean? I just moved a chair out of the way to let you in and help you with th--" His father paid no attention.
"Martha, did you see what your son just did? I unlocked the door and he locked it on me and could have taken my hand off!"
"Now wait, that's not what happened at all--" Pacey tried to protest. His father was frightening when he was this upset, and this time Pacey had done nothing wrong.
"He sits here and doesn't do a damn thing all weekend, and then he can't even help us take in the bundles! Does he think he's a prince? Does he expect us to cater to him?" Pacey did not understand why his father was so mad at him. He hadn't asked anything of his father in a long time aside from an occasional, necessary ride to school. He had even cooked his own breakfast and figured out his own way to get to the mall earlier in the day. He spent his own money on some new clothes that he needed.
"Wait!" Pacey screamed. "I didn't do anything! I went to push the chair our of the way so it wasn't blocking the door and you could come in and I could help. I was just trying to help and you swung the door open and almost hit me in the head."
Mrs. Witter appeared at the top of the stairs from the basement. "You unlocked the door?" she blinked. She trudged some packages over to the table. "He unlocked the door, he didn't lock it. He never does that, he wouldn't. You almost knocked off his head. I think you owe him an apology."
"You want ME to apologize to HIM?" John roared. "I didn't do anything! You know what, I'm leaving. No one respects me here. Ha, HE should be the one apologizing, not me!"
"For what? I was just trying to help..." Pacey felt the tears welling up in his eyes. His father was one of very few people who could do that to him, and he hated crying in front of other people. Martha gave up trying to defend Pacey as John started raving about how he was sure the crown prince wouldn't help take in the food. If that's what he wants, then fine, Pacey thought. He went to go shut the programs on the computer so he could turn it off and hide in his room. He was upset, not so much at his father's outburst as at the fact that he was being accused of something that he did not do. One thing about Pacey, if he was being obstinate, it was his own fault and he would take the blame. But one could drive him to tears by accusing him of something he was innocent of. His father entered the room.
"You're on the computer now? Instead of helping you're on the the computer?" John shouted increduously.
"I'm shutting it," Pacey mumbled.
"Off. I went shopping, you sat on your ass all day. I get to go on, now. You get off and go to your room."
"That was the plan," Pacey said pointedly.
"Great, so he still won't help clean," Martha added from the kitchen.
"Get off the computer!"
"Hold your horses. I'm getting out of my stuff," Pacey growled.
"No! You get off right now. You didn't help, you don't deserve to be on the computer."
"I would have helped!" Pacey suddenly said. "I was going to! But every time I do anything, you just throw it back in my face as if you did it! If I'm not going to get credit either way, I may as well not waste my time."
"Get OFF the computer," John said, ignoring Pacey's logic.
"I'm trying. I'm sorry if it's being slow." John lunged toward Pacey with a look of intense anger on his face. Pacey closed his eyes, swallowed, and braced himself for an impact, but there was none. Pacey's father may have been cold and unfeeling to him, but he was rarely physically abusive. Pacey was finally able to log out when his father started spouting his offensive remarks again.
"You are a true bastard," John said through clenched teeth. "It's no wonder Andie left you. You're enough of a bastard to cause anyone to need to be committed."
That did it. That hit Pacey where it hurt. Hard. He had no idea why his father needed to bring it up, especially when he hadn't the slightest idea what he was talking about.
"Where do you get off talking to me like that about something you know nothing about? That isn't what happened at all, and I can't believe you just said that to me. You know nothing about what I went through, and do not speak to me as if you did!" Pacey shut the entire computer down so his father would have to turn it on and start from scratch. He flew out of his chair and up the stairs, tears streaming down his face before he was even able to get to his only safe haven and lock the door. Pacey collapsed on his bed. After everything, Pacey couldn't hate his father. He could not wait to have to go off for college, but he still loved his family.
"It wasn't always like this," Pacey sobbed quietly to himself. He tried to stifle his whimpers so Doug, who was in the adjoining room, would not be able to hear him. Pacey still had his pride. He wondered what could have changed his father from the warm, caring man that he could barely remember his father being when Pacey was really little to... this. His father didn't drink very often. He had just one day become this... monster to him and Pacey did not know why.
How could he have brought up Andie, Pacey thought. He brushed away some of his tears and picked up the picture on his end table.
It was of him and Andie cuddling in a hammock that Dawson had taken soon after they had crossed the line from sparring partners to something more. Pacey's tips were even still slightly frosted then. Pacey smiled briefly at the image before his lip began to tremble and fresh tears sprang to his eyes, clouding his vision. He wasn't allowed to have any contact with Andie until she returned, and the loss was killing him inside.
"It's been a month, Andie, and the pain is still here, just as intense as ever," Pacey whispered to himself. "There's this empty, empty void. This loneliness is still here. Why did you have to leave, Andie? Why won't the pain go away? How can I make it stop? I have felt... broken since you left me. Just broken. I just don't work anymore, Andie. I'm so exhuasted physically, mentally, and emotionally. I never realized how much just how much I needed you before. I knew I needed you, but now I feel so absolutely alone. I love you. I love you, Andie, so much. You were the only one who believed in me. I would do anything for you, you know that." Pacey was still for a moment. Including set you free, he said internally. He took a mighty swing and punched his bed as his cries started anew. "Andie," he kept whispering her name over and over. He buried his head in his sheets.
He doesn't understand how much she means to me, Pacey thought, how much we shared together, what we did together, how we... made love. She means the world to me and I miss her like crazy. I miss holding her the most. Get all better soon, Miss Andrea McPhee. Get better and come back to me.
He looked up and found himself staring at a stuffed fox Andie had once given him. He normally kept it well hidden underneath his covers, but he had mostly uprooted them. He got up and shut the lights in his room and took the fox into a tight embrace. It was dark, it was late. Pacey stopped crying and knew if he was patient, he would find his love again. He didn't know if he could ever please his father, but he knew that somehow, when he became everything Andie knew he would be, his father would have no choice but to be proud. Pacey drifted off to sleep, dreaming his dreams of greatness that he was going to achieve, and still clutched the fox for dear life.
That's it, it's a one part story, hope you liked it. Please email me and tell me what you thought, your feedback is important to me.