Author's note:: My take on what I would like to have happened during the season Gretchen came back to Capeside.

Disclaimer; I do not own the characters of Dawson Leery, Gretchen Witter or any others portrayed in this fanfic. They belong to Kevin Williamson.

Chapter Seven:

Of course, it didn't take long for Joey to find out that Gretchen had had an arguement with her younger brother, and her boyfriend. She was over to the Witter's beach house as fast as she could drive without stalling. She got there and was greeted with Gretchen in the kitchen with Dawson sitting there with her as they listened to music, Dawson had brought over while they painted a little. She burst into the living room, through the sliding glass door and she froze a little, seeing the scene before her; both Dawson and Gretchen in the kitchen, standing closely together, covered in paint, with music blasting out.

"I need to talk to you." Joey directed her statement to Gretchen.

Gretchen was laughing and joking a little with Dawson as she heard Joey speak up over the music, or at least try to, before she turned to her younger brother's girlfriend and raised a brow, "I can't hear you!" she laughed a little, blobbing more paint onto Dawson.

Joey reached over and yanked away the paint brush from Gretchen before she turned her around a little, "I said, I need to talk to you!"

Dawson noticed the atmosphere turn sour and his smile disappeared as he turned down the music and looked between the two girls before him, "I can leave...?" he offered.

- "Yes."

- "No! Stay."

Both of them said at the same time, and looked between each other.

Gretchen glared at Joey, "This is my house."

"It's yours and Pacey's house, Gretchen. Pace doesn't want him here."

"Then he's going to have to get used to it, Joey." Gretchen retorted.

"Gretchen! Pacey doesn't want you hanging out with Dawson! Do you not know what happened last Spring?"

"Actually I do. And I think it's poor that you're excluding yourselves from one another's life. I mean, it's in the past, Joey, get over it." she replied and glanced to Dawson, who she saw, was smiling faintly and staring at her before she turned back to Joey, "Move on, it's high school drama, you know you're better than that."

Joey looked to Gretchen and scoffed, "Why did you have to have a fight with Pacey? Don't you know how much he has on his plate right now, Gretchen?"

Gretchen looked down, and fiend sympathy before she looked back up at Joey, "Of course, because Pacey's such a failure, why not add more to his already over flowing plate?"

"Gretchen!" Joey hissed at her before scoffing once again and shuffling backwards, "I'm not listening to this. I'm going to find Pacey and talk with him about this. Enjoy your painting..." she shook her head as she turned and left the kitchen, glancing back over her shoulder once more as she left through the same doors she entered.

Dawson glanced to Gretchen once Joey had left and he tilted his head, "Are you okay?" he asked gently.

Gretchen sighed, "I almost told her about the miscarriage..." she looked up and softly blinked, "Pacey doesn't even know."

"You told me before you told your brother?" Dawson raised a brow and blinked.

"You're the first person I've told, even before my ex-boyfriend."

"He...he doesn't know?"

"No. I left before I got the chance to tell him." she sighed and shook her head a little.

"You want to tell him?"

"I think it's too late now."

"Gretchen, it's never too late for something like that." Dawson told her, "I think, in your own time, you should tell him. It might help you deal with it better." he gave her a soft smile.

"Thank you." she smiled up to him.

"For what?"

"For being here."

Dawson nodded and smiled a little, "I should be...getting back to the restaurant."

"Of course."

"Hey, you'll be alright?" he placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah, I will. I'll see you later."

"You will?"

"Gail...your mom's put me in, on Bodie's shift." Gretchen nodded and smiled.

"Oh, great then, I'll see you later." Dawson smiled as Gretchen walked with him, to show him out through the sliding doors that Joey had almost taken off their hinges as she left.