Evil Willow's Favorite Fanfic

My Father's Eyes


Part 5

Written By: Cat
Rating: G
Summary: Dawson's Creek goes through some changes.

Disclaimer: I am not in any way affilated with the show.
I don't not own any of the characters from the show. I do
own rights to any characters I have made up. No copy rght
infirgment intended.

Heather awoke early the next morning. She glanced over at her clock and realized it was about seven. As she got quietly out of the bed, she noticed Dawson's arm was laying on her pillow where her head had been resting. She reached over and brushed a lock of his blond hair out of his face. He looks just like an angel, she thought to herself. She walked into the bathroom and changed into her swimsuit. This was just enough to wake Dawson out of his peaceful slumber. That was a really weird dream, he thought. He replayed it in his mind. It started when he was working on a film with Joey and then Joey turned into Heather. She turned back into Joey and then back into Heather. What have I gotten myself into, he wondered. He heard a door creek open and saw Heather standing in the entrance to the bathroom. "I hope I didn't wake you," Heather said. She was wearing a navy robe that covered her swimsuit. "No, not really," Dawson replied yawning. "Well I was just going for a morning swim. Care to join me?" Heather asked. "I would but I don't have a suit," Dawson answered looking anxious. "Oh my dad has tons of them. Let's go find one," Heather offered. Heather showed Dawson into a room twice the size of Heather's. She showed him the collection and she picked out a Calvin for him. "That ought to fit. Come on," she said. In a matter of seconds they were out by the pool. Heather untied her robe to reveal a retro daisy print string bikini. Dawson had to admit that she looked fabulous. He watched her as she took in each breath and as her breasts heaved up and down with each inhale and exhale. Knock it off Dawson, he thought to himself. You sound like one of those cheesy romance novels. His thoughts were broken by a splash. "So Dawson you comin' in or what?" Heather asked, her body completely drenched. Pacey awoke only minutes later. Boy was I beat, he thought. All that partying must have really worn me out. He noticed that the bed was empty and he figured that the two were out swimming. He contemplated whether or not he'd join them and decided that he might as well. He wondered through out the house and found a room that appeared to be the head of the house, Steven Spielberg. He checked the bureau drawers for a suit and found one along with some photos. He looked through them and what he saw astounded him. Heather looked almost exactly like her mother in these pictures. He also saw a young Spielberg dancing with what looked like Heather's mom. The pictures towards the back seemed to be of family get-togethers. Heather looked rather young in these and he saw that she was even that beautiful as a child. He pulled on the trunks and put the pictures back in the drawer. Pacey then made his way to the back door which led to the pool house. "Hey Pacey!" Dawson yelled. "Yeah whatever!" Pacey said just before he dove in. "How about a friendly little race?" Heather suggested. "I don't see why not," Pacey answered while Dawson nodded in agreement. "Alright then. On your mark, get set, GO!" Heather screamed just before they all raced to the end of the pool. Heather was first and Dawson coming in a far third with Pacey only beating him by less than half an inch. "Gosh Heather. Where did you learn how to swim like that?" Pacey asked. "Varsity Swim Team. I was best in the region this year. I went to Nationals last week. I placed third. That means I'm the alternate for Worlds. I doubt if I'll go though," Heather explained. "Wow that's great! Congratulations!" Dawson said. "Thanks. But it's not that big of a deal. I mean you get used to all the attention after awhile," Heather said as she shrugged. She did a flip and swam towards the other side of the pool. Great. Here you go again Heather, she thought. Your getting yourself hung up on him. Don't do it to yourself, she scolded. Dawson didn't know what to think now. She was modest and a terrific athlete above everything else. I'm just going to have to talk with her and see how she feels about me before I go jumping to any conclusions. Pacey's mind was reeling. He realized that this new girl could be a definite prospect for a girlfriend. Now what do I do? Being the town loser, he didn't have a lot of experience with women, except for Tamara. Heather broke the silence. "The sponsor of a discussion group I'm in is going to be here any minute. I hope you guys don't mind but she'll be setting up here by the pool. You won't have to worry about the members of the group arriving yet because they won't be here until about ten. Of course you're welcome to sit in on our meeting," she explained. "Well...uh...what will you be discussing?" Dawson asked. "Who knows. It usually varies from week to week and it's never on one specific subject," Heather answered as the doorbell rang. After a few seconds a woman appeared in the pool house door frame. Dawson recognized the woman almost immediately and motioned for Pacey to turn around. Pacey, of course, didn't pay any attention. "Man Dawson. Leave me alone!" Pacey said agitated. "No Pacey you REALLY need to see this," Dawson said adamantly. "What is it...," Pacey's voice trailed off as he turned around to see exactly what Dawson was talking about. "Ta...Tammy?" Pacey was speechless. Here before him stood the very woman that had changed his life forever. "Pacey Wi...Witter?" Ms. Jacobs was just as astounded as Pacey was. "You guys know each other?" Heather said looking perplexed at the two. Joey awoke the next morning with a pounding headache. She glanced over at her clock and realized it was a little passed eight. Great I overslept, she thought. I have to be at the Icehouse by nine. Now I won't have time to talk with Dawson. Oh well I'll talk to him after I get off work. She had a long talk with Bessie last night and it was decided that she take the scholarship in New York. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. She trudged out of the bed and into the shower. Once at the Icehouse Joey wasn't really in a good mood. Bessie pulled her aside. "What is wrong with you Jo? You know you can tell me anything. Now what is it?" Bessie asked. "It's just that I didn't have a chance to see Dawson this morning. I wanted to talk to him before I came to work," Joey answered quietly. "Is that all?? Go. By all means just go," Bessie ordered. "Go before I change my mind Jo." "Thanks Bess," Joey said grinning. She took off her apron and headed towards Dawson's house. She climbed up the ladder rehearsing what she was going to say to him. As she stepped inside she noticed Dawson's bed was already made and it looked like it hadn't even been slept in. He wasn't in his room so she went downstairs to find his parents. "Mr. Leery, have you seen Dawson?" Joey asked Dawson's dad. "No Joey. He didn't come home last night so we just figured he was with you or Pacey. Why?" Mr. Leery replied. "I needed to talk to him about something very important. But I'll just wait until he gets home to tell him," Joey said with a sigh. "I'll tell him to call you when he gets in," Mr. Leery said smiling. "Thanks Mr. Leery," Joey said with a grin. Meanwhile in Boston... "So Pacey and Ms. Jacobs were involved at one time?" Heather asked confused. "Basically yeah," Dawson replied. "Wow. That's great. Almost like a Poison Ivy or The Graduate type thing," Heather said while Dawson looked at her confused. "Sorry. I relate everything to movies. Part of the package, I guess. Ever seen either?" "The Graduate yes. Poison Ivy no," Dawson replied sheepishly. "Well it was about this girl, played by Drew Barrymore in her early teens, who moved in with her best friend. She seduced her best friends dad and had a vivid affair with him, killed her best friend's clueless mother, and then her best friend killed her in the end. Not quite like the situation on hand but it comes close. I, personally, don't find anything wrong with dating older people as long as they aren't married. Marriage is a sacred thing that should never be tampered with by others," Heather explained. "I couldn't agree more. My mom had an affair with her co-anchor and it tore up my parents marriage. Joey's dad ran around with different woman every week while her mother lay dying from breast cancer. I swear no one takes their vows serious anymore," Dawson said. "Well my dad did. He was there every second through my mom's illness.He's loyal to her now even though she's dead and in heaven. He hardly ever dates because he says no one can ever compare to my mom. He tells me I look like her more everyday. I guess I do and I couldn't ask for more. She was the only one who called me by my real name AND the only one who could ever get away with it," Heather said with a slight tear falling from her eye. "Well what's your real name?" Dawson asked inquisitively. "Anastasia Amethyst Angel Adrienne Ariata Spielberg. Yeah I know it's a mouthful and that's why I don't use it," Heather explained. "It's lovely. But what I don't understand is why they call you Heather?" Dawson inquired. "Well that simple question requires a rather complicated answer. My grandmother, whom I adored as a child, said I was looked just like an angel from heaven. When I tried to say heaven it came out like Heather and that's what I've been called ever since. Besides Anastasia is just way too fancy for me," Heather revealed. "I wouldn't want to be called Anastasia either. Does your dad call you Heather?" Dawson asked casually. "Actually he calls me a variety of different things. When we're out in public he usually calls me Heather but when we're at home he calls me Ana or Amy. But when we're on the set it's a different story. There he calls me Ms. Spielberg or Ms. Heather. I know...I know it sounds really corny but he'll soon be calling you Mr. Leery or Mr. Dawson so get used to it now, " Heather said with a laugh. "So what can I call you?" Dawson asked flirtatiously. "You can call me whatever and whenever you want," Heather said inching closer to Dawson. Dawson felt this hidden passion grow inside of him until he couldn't stand it anymore. He leaned closer to her and pressed his lips delicately onto hers. Heather was surprised at first but recovered nicely. She wrapped her arms around Dawson's neck and kissed him back with all the passion she had. Pacey came around the corner just as the two started kissing. At first he was shocked and then he thought, go Dawson!! Dawson broke the kiss off and sighed. It felt like it had lasted an eternity and it felt like kissing an angel. He'd never felt this way before. When he kissed Joey it was like an electric shock running through him but when he kissed Heather is was like floating on the clouds in the sky. Heather decided to break the silence, "I better go shower and change. My discussion group will be here soon." Heather untangled herself from Dawson and got up to leave. "Wait! We need to talk first," Dawson said with a grin. "Alright then," she said sitting back down again. "What I want to know is why a beautiful girl like you isn't taken?" Dawson asked tentatively hoping that he wouldn't have to deal with these new feelings arising for Spielberg's only daughter. "It's really a long story and it's rather complicated," she said with a sigh. "I have all the time in the world," Dawson said taking her hand in his and squeezing it. "If you must know. I've had lots of boyfriends but not since about sixmonths ago. I was involved with, what I thought to be, a really great guy. Boy was I wrong. Toward the end my Sweet Sixteen party I didn't feel very well. I had a pounding headache after a long day of filming and partying. My party that night was much bigger than the one last night. All sorts of celebrities were there along with all of my friends from school. It was around one in the morning and I decided to turn in for the night. A lot of people were still there including my current boyfriend. I had gone into the bathroom to take a shower and change. After I emerged I found my boyfriend waiting for me in my bed. I was wearing not much more than I have on now and he told me it was time for my next present, him. Well I wasn't too thrilled about this. I told him he needed to leave now. He didn't and pulled me down on my bed. He told me that he had wanted this for a long time and now seemed like the best time for both of us. I told him I wasn't that type of girl and he knew it. I told him if he didn't stop I was going to scream. He pulled out a knife and told me if I made even the slightest bit of noise he was going to slit my throat. Luckily for me Matt was standing down the hall and heard struggling going on in my bedroom. He knew I went to lie down and he knew something must have been up. Well my so called sweetheart was trying to undress me and trying to keep a knife at my throat at the same time. Matt burst in the door just in time because otherwise I would have been another statistic for rape. That's about all I remember except that I just sat all bundled up in Matt's arms for the rest of the night. And that's the reason I'm not taken. Ever since then I'm afraid to even get close to a guy especially one I like a lot," Heather explained with watery eyes looking away from Dawson's fiery stare. "Oh Heather I'm so sorry. I wouldn't wish that on anyone especially someone as sweet and gentle as you," Dawson said sincerely. Pacey was standing around the corner listening to the two's conversation. He realized that Dawson cared for this girl quite a bit. He'll be spending more than a year with her while Joey's off to New York. Maybe he did have a chance with Joey after all. "Thanks," Heather said shyly. "I really need to get ready though. If you'll excuse me," Heather said getting up and walking towards her house. "Sure..." Dawson said his voice trailing off. What am I going to do know?? Maybe if I talk to Pacey he'll have some sort of advice for me. Dawson got up and walked around to the pool house where he met up with Pacey. "Hey Pacey. How are things with you and Ms. Jacobs?" Dawson asked winking at Pacey. "Well it's Mrs. Charlie Conway (couldn't resist the pun) now. She's officially married and has a child," Pacey said with a frown. "Wow that's great for her!!"Dawson said excitedly. "Yeah but there's just one small problem. With the date the child was born there is a possibility that it's mine," Pacey said with a sigh. "Oh," Dawson said shocked. "Well what do you do if it is yours?" "I told her not to worry that it's probably not mine ‘cause we used protection whenever we had sex so it's probably her husband's," Pacey muttered. "Well what can I say?" Dawson asked slowly. "You can tell me that I'll eventually find a girl my own age that will like me for who I am, like Tamara did," Pacey said with a sigh. "Don't worry you will Pacey. It just takes time," Dawson said placing a hand on Pacey's shoulder. "Yeah it took you forever to finally realize your love for a certain brunette we all know and love from down the creek and now your restless and want someone new so you kiss the first girl in your line of vision," Pacey said angrily. Heather walked out just as Pacey said those last words and she started to cry. Not again, she thought. Why does this type of thing always happened to me? She turned around and ran back into the house. She rushed into her bathroom and grabbed a razor off the shelf. Look at yourself, she thought. Look. You've made yourself into this so look. She didn't want to but when she did she saw a mess. Her mascara had run and she looked absolutely miserable. She dropped the razor and began to pray. "Dear God in heaven please help me through my time of need. You got me through this before and now I need your help again. I don't want to die and please help me to overcome this desire. Although sometimes it seems like a quick way out, I'll never be able to withhold your judgement on me if I take my own life. My life is yours to guide and do with what you will. I know you'll always be there when I need a guiding hand. Please help me now before I do anything I'll regret. You know my needs and my wants better than I Lord and I lift them up to you now. Comfort me and guide me all the days of my life. In Jesus's precious and most holy name Amen," Heather prayed aloud. Dawson found her in her bathroom praying over the sink. He listened and wondered what she was going to that was so drastic. He heard the words "die" and "kill" and figured she was either going to slit her wrists or take too many pills. He also said a silent prayer. Please let her talk to me and let me explain this and keep her from doing herself any harm. Heather turned to exit the bathroom and saw Dawson standing in her doorway. "Please don't tell me this is deja-vu. Please just go away," Heather said sobbing. "I need to talk with you and I want to explain some things," Dawson said taking her hand and guiding her to the bed. "I want to tell you that what Pacey said out there had no truth in it whatsoever. I also want you to know that ever since I've been here I realized that I DO care for you a great deal, more than I ever imagined or cared to admit to myself but I do. I've come to know you as a person and I'd love to know more. I want you to be honest with me, how do you feel about me?" Dawson said with a compassionate look on his face. "Dawson, you were the last person I saw before I went to sleep and the first person I saw when I woke up this morning. Ever since I came down to Capeside I had this enormous urge to call you and tell you how I felt when I first gazed into your fiery passionate eyes. Your the first guy I felt this way toward, EVER. I'd loved to know everything there is to know about you and more. Dawson what I'm trying to say is that I think I'm starting to fall in love with you. It's something I tried to keep from happening. But love has this crazy way of showing up when you least expect it," Heather said wiping the tears out of her eyes and taking a deep breath realizing what she had just said. "I know your probably thinking that how can this be after only a few days and how do I know if this is real or not. I don't know the answer to either of those questions and only time will tell how things are going to turn out. Look I think that's what's best for both of us right now is to take things slow and not to rush into anything. Is that alright with you?" "I couldn't agree more," Dawson said with a smile. He reached up and brushed a tear out of Heather's eyes. "You know what Heather? From the minute I saw you I knew you were Spielberg's daughter." "Oh really. How's that?" Heather asked skeptically. "You've got your father's eyes," Dawson said. "Yeah that's what everyone keeps telling me," Heather smiled taking Dawson's hand in hers. "Look I've got to get ready for this meeting so unless you want to take a shower with me I would suggest you leaving," she said sarcastically. "I thought you said we were going to take things slow," Dawson said cynically. "Get out of here," Heather said with a laugh pushing Dawson out the door. In Capeside... Joey was heading over to Pacey's. She walked up to the porch and rang the doorbell. Deputy Doug answered. "Is Pacey or Dawson here?" Joey asked. "No sorry I haven't seen the loser since yesterday. He's probably off somewhere getting in trouble. Tell me if you see him though. Dad's real pissed that he didn't come home last night," Doug answered. "Oh. Well thanks anyway," Joey said as she turned to leave. Dawson's not at Pacey's and Pacey's not at Dawson's so where are they?? They couldn't be back in Boston could they?? That thought didn't leave Joey's mind. She went back to work and told Bessie she didn't feel well. "Joey are you sick still?" Bessie said looking concerned. "I think so," Joey said trying to put on a sick look. "I'll have Bodie drive you home. Did you find Dawson?" her sister asked worried. "No. He's not home. He...uh...went on an errand for his dad and won't be back until later," Joey lied. "Oh ok," Bessie said nodding. Once home, Joey laid down in her bed and thought of her many years with Dawson. She thought back to the day when her mom had died and how Dawson was there for her. Then Jen came along and ruined it. Now Joey and Dawson were together as a couple and Dawson gets sideswiped by another girl, Heather, who just so happened to be Spielberg's daughter. This is just great. Right when I get him another girl comes along and sweeps him off his feet. That's when the tears began to fall. She couldn't keep it in any longer. I'm going to New York whether he likes it or not. I'm going and I'll get over him. I have to, she told herself.