October Challenge Fic 2004
1. Pacey, Joey, Jack, and Jen must be used. You can have other characters too.
2. 2 of the main characters (Pacey, Joey, Jack, Jen) must be in a costume
3. Someone has to use the phrase Trick or Treat? (please bold it)
The Creekside Scoobies Go Halloweening
Jen, I cant believe you talked me into this, Joey scowled, tugging her very short, black leather mini-skirt down as far as she could. A tight burgundy-red tank top made her breasts a rather prominent accessorizing feature and the thick-heeled, thigh-high black boots she wore focused attention on, rather than detracted from, her long, shapely legs. The only thing she was wearing loose on her person was her dark hair, which tumbled in waves around her face and down to her shoulders, carefully mussed to engender a "just-out-of-bed" look. In these clothes, borrowed from Jen, and that hair, again, crafted by Jen, she felt entirely exposed. Plus, the deep red lipstick and the glimmered eye-shadow and dark mascara caking her lashes made her feel like some floozy.
Cmon, Joey. Admit it its brilliant! Well definitely win the prize for Best Ensemble Costume at this Halloween Party, Jen pronounced, adjusting her sporty silver hoodie over her dark, acid-washed denim jeans. She was also wearing boots, but more of the combat variety, her blonde hair pulled into two ponytails that rested low, over each shoulder. A gothic-looking silver crucifix dangled from her neck. Her make-up inclined more toward soft glossy pastels, much softer than Joeys boldly sensual wardrobe.
Why do you get to wear jeans and I have to go around in this get-up? Joey complained, eyeing Jens ensemble enviously.
Because we have to stay true to our characters and this is what I would wear and that- she said, pointing to Joey, -is what you would wear.
When you said Scoobie gang, I thought you meant Scooby Doo, not Buffy the Vampire Slayer!
Buffys a way cooler show, Jen said, checking her bag of wooden stakes. She and Jack had spent the entire night before whittling them. Well, Jack did, anyway, at Jens insistence. Look, quit complaining. I made you a Slayer too. You make a great Faith.
I wouldve rather been Velma, Joey muttered, tugging down her skirt, yet again, to cover the suddenly revealing expanse of her thighs.
Hi guys! Andie chirped, bouncing in through the front door, unlocked to await the rest of the gangs arrival. Her blonde hair tucked, quite effectively, within a fetching redheaded wig, she wore a long, salmon-colored suede skirt with a flowing, gypsy-style blouse in muted jewel tones above it. Cute but comfortable tan leather clog sandals adorned her feet, a delicate filigree silver daisy-chain anklet encircled one of her ankles, matching a similar bracelet around her wrist and its related fragile choker settled around her neck. Sorry were late! I had some follow-up stuff I had to finish for the Disciplinary Committee. Good thing I brought my stuff with me to school this morning.
And heres the perfect Willow! Jen announced, smiling and clasping her hands together, satisfied. Jen was the Costume Mistress for their motley crew and was very pleased with her results, so far.
Why am I Spike? Dawson asked, truly puzzled, entering directly behind Andie, whom he had just picked up from that late evening meeting at Capeside High. Jen had found him some black leather pants and black motorcycle boots at a local thrift shop, then cut the sleeves off of one of Jacks black t-shirts to assemble that rebel vampires signature attire onto their usually less flashy friend.
Because youre blond, Jen replied, in a logical tone, appraising his gel-lacquered hair with a critical eye. Did you put enough hair spray on that?
Is that why youre Buffy? And no more hair spray, please. I already feel like Im wearing a helmet of hardened glue on my head.
To answer your question, yes, plus the fact that it was my idea in the first place, so I get to be the titular character on this one. Besides, Spikes cool. You should be happy. You get to be something completely different for Halloween.
That statement wasnt exactly complimentary, was it? Dawson commented dryly. Wow! he said then, his mouth dropping open, finally laying eyes on Joey, who had been successfully, up to this point, been keeping herself fairly well-concealed within a tiny nook beneath the stairs. Joey?!
Shes Faith, SPIKE, Jen corrected him firmly, going over to Andie to adjust her short, bobbed wig, which had started to tilt somewhat.
Dont say a word, Joey said, scowling, stepping out from her previously safe corner haven.
Welluhwow! Uh, okay, Dawson finished lamely. But he still stared at her, looking shell-shocked. She looked soincredibly sexy. His mind flashed to early last month, when he had spurned her very blatant offer to have sex with him in his bedroom while scantily-clad dancers gyrated in his living room downstairs at the blow-out party that had kicked off their junior year. Though it had been difficult, they had muddled through to a tentative peace between them since then, especially now that Eve was far gone from Capeside. But looking at Joey in this moment, he was flashing on a host of things that, now, he inwardly cursed having missed. Though her face was averted from him, she blushed, sensing his rapt regard.
Wheres everyone else? Andie asked, smiling her thanks as Jen pronounced her Perfect! yet again.
Jack and Pacey went to drop Grams off to her church thing to pray for the souls of the dearly departed. All Hallows Eve and all. Today is really supposed to be a celebration to remember the dead and not some commercialized excuse for candy-pimping, pumpkin-carving, and costumed debauchery, Jen explained. Then, I say that with utmost respect toward the first part of that statement. And giddy glee for the rest of it.
So Paceys coming, after all? Andie asked, the brightness in her voice dimming, just slightly.
Yes, Jen replied. Then, placing a light hand on Andies arm, she asked in return, Are you going to be okay with that?
Oh, sure. Of course, Andie said, laughing, a little nervous. He knows Im coming, right?
He knows, Joey responded from the corner, her voice gentle and empathetic. And for what its worth, hes a little nervous about it too, she added, remembering Paceys almost twitchy energy that afternoon upstairs in Jens room, while she was helping him assemble the costume items Jen chose for him, for his perusal.
Joey knew he was a little on edge because during their customary bantering, he was a little less jokey and more sniping than usual. The only thing that kept her from blackening his eye for being so asinine was the fact that when Jen told him Andie was coming, she caught that brief grimace of pain flicker across his face. Knowing innately that despite his blustery, often obnoxious exterior, his recent, very difficult break-up with Andie still gnawed at him, she had refrained as best she could from snapping at him overmuch the rest of the day. He really should be thanking God for such small favors, she thought then, grimly. But now, seeing an equally nervous Andie before her, she was glad she had had the fortitude to be kind earlier.
As if on cue, the back door slammed open and Jacks voice could be heard carrying through the kitchen, down the hallway, Quit complaining, Pace! It fits you to a tee!
Dude! This leather coat of yours is so gay, Pacey could be heard saying, somewhat plaintive.
Uh, hello?! Have we met? Hi, Im Jack. Im gay, they heard Jack reply, sarcastic. Within seconds, he was rounding the corner and breaking into a huge grin. Striding over to Andie, he enveloped her into a big hug and then leaned back to look at her. You look amazing, Andie! What an awesome Willow you make!
Thanks, brother dear. You lookregular, she said, eyeing his rather pedestrian attire an American Eagle, dark-blue and red striped, long-sleeved crew shirt over tan Dockers slacks and Vans topsiders. You dont even look like youre in costume.
Well, because I dont have my accessories yet, Jack explained.
What, a tiara and a feather boa? Pacey asked, sardonic, finally coming around the corner and into view. Upon seeing Andie in Jacks arms, he faltered slightly in his step, but then continued forward, resolute. Hey, Andie. You look really great.
Hi, Pace. You look good too. And she meant it. Because he did look good. Jen had him dressed as Angel, the do-gooder vampire with a soul, and he was decked out in black from head-to-toe black crew-neck sweater over casual black slacks and a good pair of black leather casual dress shoes. Over that, he wore Jacks long, black leather coat that hung down, just past his lean hips. On the third finger of his right hand, he wore a large gothic-looking ring that looked Old Irish, as Jen had put it, yet another something found at the local thrift shop. His dark hair, already close-cropped, was smoothed back on his head with some kind of subtle hair-styling product (courtesy of Jack), granting him a more mature, darkly brooding air.
A brief, uncertain silence descended upon the group then, before Jen stepped back into her role as fearless Ensemble Costume Leader. Okay, well, wed better get going, she said briskly, grasping Andies shoulders to turn her, prodding her forward to the front door. Jack you, me and Andie are going with Dawson in his car. Pacey, you and Joey follow us in your truck.
Remind me again why Im Angel and not Xander? Pacey asked Jen pointedly, before glancing longingly at Jacks very standard attire as that fine fellow threw him a gloating grin while picking up his accessories from a small table by the front door a wooden stake and a slender but block-like crucifix.
Youre the tallest and you have dark hair. You have to be Angel. Those are the prerequisites, Jen said, handing him a wooden stake.
Jack is as tall as me and dark-haired! Pacey countered, taking the stake and slipping it into his jacket pocket.
Jack was there when I thought up this idea, and he wanted Xander, so you get Angel. And youd better hold that in your hand when we get to the party. It is a required part of this costume.
Yeah, yeah, will do. But just for the record, this sucks, on all sides.
At least you dont have to wear lacquered gel in your hair, Dawson muttered, brushing past Pacey. You still look more remotely like yourself than I do in this, he paused to say, gesturing toward his own costume, on the threshold, before following Andie and Jack out to his car
At least I didnt make you Giles, Jen tossed out at him as he left, carelessly waving him away as she, in turn, made to follow the others. Go, vampire-boy, and bring that other Slayer with you, she said to Pacey, teasingly haughty, before she stepped out of the house.
At least you dont have to freeze your ass off in a barely-there skirt while wearing the entire Maybelline supermarket display on your face! Joeys sullen voice piped up then, from the general area of the nook.
Pacey swiveled around to find Joey huddled there, against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest like a shield, a mulish expression on her face. The automatic sarcastic remark died in his throat as he took in her appearance. His blue eyes glinted with surprised approval as they traveled up and down her body.
Wow, Jo. You actually look kinda hot, he said, on a grin.
Im not Jo, she countered, sticking out her chin stubbornly, though inside, she felt the embarrassment start to suffuse her. Im FAITH.
Wasnt she the really sexy one? Pacey asked her, bringing a hand up to cup his chin and striking a quizzical pose. Did Angel ever get it on with Faith?
I believe Faith tried to kill Angel, Joey bit out. So I guess weve been typecast into the correct roles.
Pacey chuckled and smirked at her. Then, So does that mean I can get it on with Buffy? he asked, thinking back to that recent sex pact he had made with Jen, just last weekend while they were out on Witchs Island. That pact they had yet to fulfill.
Not if you dont want to lose your soul and become evil Angeles again. Then Id have to kill you, Joey explained. Come to think of it, thats not such a terrible idea. Killing you, I mean.
I dont believe Faith ever killed Angel. But did Angel ever kill Faith?
Buffy killed Faith, Joey answered, automatically. Well, almost, anyway.
So can I be Buffy for a minute?
Buffy also has hot sex with Spike.
Pacey paused for a long second.
Yup, Dawson shouldve been Giles instead.
Joey smirked her reply and then, dropping her arms, she stood up straight, determinedly moving past to stride out ahead of him, without a second glance back, though she did pause to pick up her own requisite wooden stake from that small table on the way out, mindful of Jen's stern instructions. Paceys eyes followed her lithe, snugly-clad, surprisingly curvy figure appreciatively, lingering on her really quite delectable little ass. Damn! When Potter decided to get all tricked out, she was certainly a treat for the eyes. He laughed a little and shook his head a bit as he made his own way to the doorway. It must be real close to the witching hour because -- for Gods sake! he had just harbored brief impure thoughts for Miss Josephine Potter, of all people! It was the costume. Yup, most definitely it was just that damned costume, he thought, as he closed the door behind him, ensuring that the bottom knob was clicked to locking before doing so.
Hi-ho, Hi-ho, a vampire-slaying we go! Paceys voice rang out loud into the misty night air as he trailed Joey to his truck parked in the driveway. The others were already long gone.
Shut up, Pacey.
Shut up yourself, FAITH.
Youre supposed to just silently brood, moron, not provide any type of musical accompaniment to our little jaunt, Joey said to him, as he opened the car door for her to get in.
Is Faith usually this grouchy? Pacey asked her, once he had gotten into the truck himself, clicking his seatbelt into place
Shut up, ANGEL, Joey replied, already settled in and crossing her arms over her chest again.
Hey Jo. When she turned, glowering at him, he involuntarily ran his eyes over her once again. The inexplicable warmth in them brought a sudden flush to Joeys cheeks. Then, Pacey merely grinned, and said, Trick or treat.
She rolled her eyes at him and, laughing, Pacey started the truck, put it into gear, and drove them both off into that Halloween night to meet the rest of their gang at the party.
1. Pacey, Joey, Jack, and Jen must be used. You can have other characters too.
2. 2 of the main characters (Pacey, Joey, Jack, Jen) must be in a costume
3. Someone has to use the phrase Trick or Treat? (please bold it)
*Deepest thanks to Miss Dannie for her kind permission to use this awesome image as the banner for this fic*
The Creekside Scoobies Go Halloweening
"No, I don't think you're really...properly grasping the gravity of the situation, Dougie. You see, if I was actually to do something about this, there is the strong possibility that the sun would cease to shine. The tides would cease to rise. In fact, I'm betting there's a pretty good chance that the very earth would crack open and Capeside would become home to a huge Hellmouth that would spew forth endless hordes of monsters and demons that would choke the denizens of the city, making them fall to their knees and pray for a return to the days before I took action. That's really what we're talking about here."
-- Pacey to Doug in the "Valentine's Day Massacre" S3 episode of Dawson's Creek
Are you gonna go all Dawson on me every time I have a boyfriend?
-- Buffy to Angel in the Series Finale of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
-- Pacey to Doug in the "Valentine's Day Massacre" S3 episode of Dawson's Creek
Are you gonna go all Dawson on me every time I have a boyfriend?
-- Buffy to Angel in the Series Finale of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Jen, I cant believe you talked me into this, Joey scowled, tugging her very short, black leather mini-skirt down as far as she could. A tight burgundy-red tank top made her breasts a rather prominent accessorizing feature and the thick-heeled, thigh-high black boots she wore focused attention on, rather than detracted from, her long, shapely legs. The only thing she was wearing loose on her person was her dark hair, which tumbled in waves around her face and down to her shoulders, carefully mussed to engender a "just-out-of-bed" look. In these clothes, borrowed from Jen, and that hair, again, crafted by Jen, she felt entirely exposed. Plus, the deep red lipstick and the glimmered eye-shadow and dark mascara caking her lashes made her feel like some floozy.
Cmon, Joey. Admit it its brilliant! Well definitely win the prize for Best Ensemble Costume at this Halloween Party, Jen pronounced, adjusting her sporty silver hoodie over her dark, acid-washed denim jeans. She was also wearing boots, but more of the combat variety, her blonde hair pulled into two ponytails that rested low, over each shoulder. A gothic-looking silver crucifix dangled from her neck. Her make-up inclined more toward soft glossy pastels, much softer than Joeys boldly sensual wardrobe.
Why do you get to wear jeans and I have to go around in this get-up? Joey complained, eyeing Jens ensemble enviously.
Because we have to stay true to our characters and this is what I would wear and that- she said, pointing to Joey, -is what you would wear.
When you said Scoobie gang, I thought you meant Scooby Doo, not Buffy the Vampire Slayer!
Buffys a way cooler show, Jen said, checking her bag of wooden stakes. She and Jack had spent the entire night before whittling them. Well, Jack did, anyway, at Jens insistence. Look, quit complaining. I made you a Slayer too. You make a great Faith.
I wouldve rather been Velma, Joey muttered, tugging down her skirt, yet again, to cover the suddenly revealing expanse of her thighs.
Hi guys! Andie chirped, bouncing in through the front door, unlocked to await the rest of the gangs arrival. Her blonde hair tucked, quite effectively, within a fetching redheaded wig, she wore a long, salmon-colored suede skirt with a flowing, gypsy-style blouse in muted jewel tones above it. Cute but comfortable tan leather clog sandals adorned her feet, a delicate filigree silver daisy-chain anklet encircled one of her ankles, matching a similar bracelet around her wrist and its related fragile choker settled around her neck. Sorry were late! I had some follow-up stuff I had to finish for the Disciplinary Committee. Good thing I brought my stuff with me to school this morning.
And heres the perfect Willow! Jen announced, smiling and clasping her hands together, satisfied. Jen was the Costume Mistress for their motley crew and was very pleased with her results, so far.
Why am I Spike? Dawson asked, truly puzzled, entering directly behind Andie, whom he had just picked up from that late evening meeting at Capeside High. Jen had found him some black leather pants and black motorcycle boots at a local thrift shop, then cut the sleeves off of one of Jacks black t-shirts to assemble that rebel vampires signature attire onto their usually less flashy friend.
Because youre blond, Jen replied, in a logical tone, appraising his gel-lacquered hair with a critical eye. Did you put enough hair spray on that?
Is that why youre Buffy? And no more hair spray, please. I already feel like Im wearing a helmet of hardened glue on my head.
To answer your question, yes, plus the fact that it was my idea in the first place, so I get to be the titular character on this one. Besides, Spikes cool. You should be happy. You get to be something completely different for Halloween.
That statement wasnt exactly complimentary, was it? Dawson commented dryly. Wow! he said then, his mouth dropping open, finally laying eyes on Joey, who had been successfully, up to this point, been keeping herself fairly well-concealed within a tiny nook beneath the stairs. Joey?!
Shes Faith, SPIKE, Jen corrected him firmly, going over to Andie to adjust her short, bobbed wig, which had started to tilt somewhat.
Dont say a word, Joey said, scowling, stepping out from her previously safe corner haven.
Welluhwow! Uh, okay, Dawson finished lamely. But he still stared at her, looking shell-shocked. She looked soincredibly sexy. His mind flashed to early last month, when he had spurned her very blatant offer to have sex with him in his bedroom while scantily-clad dancers gyrated in his living room downstairs at the blow-out party that had kicked off their junior year. Though it had been difficult, they had muddled through to a tentative peace between them since then, especially now that Eve was far gone from Capeside. But looking at Joey in this moment, he was flashing on a host of things that, now, he inwardly cursed having missed. Though her face was averted from him, she blushed, sensing his rapt regard.
Wheres everyone else? Andie asked, smiling her thanks as Jen pronounced her Perfect! yet again.
Jack and Pacey went to drop Grams off to her church thing to pray for the souls of the dearly departed. All Hallows Eve and all. Today is really supposed to be a celebration to remember the dead and not some commercialized excuse for candy-pimping, pumpkin-carving, and costumed debauchery, Jen explained. Then, I say that with utmost respect toward the first part of that statement. And giddy glee for the rest of it.
So Paceys coming, after all? Andie asked, the brightness in her voice dimming, just slightly.
Yes, Jen replied. Then, placing a light hand on Andies arm, she asked in return, Are you going to be okay with that?
Oh, sure. Of course, Andie said, laughing, a little nervous. He knows Im coming, right?
He knows, Joey responded from the corner, her voice gentle and empathetic. And for what its worth, hes a little nervous about it too, she added, remembering Paceys almost twitchy energy that afternoon upstairs in Jens room, while she was helping him assemble the costume items Jen chose for him, for his perusal.
Joey knew he was a little on edge because during their customary bantering, he was a little less jokey and more sniping than usual. The only thing that kept her from blackening his eye for being so asinine was the fact that when Jen told him Andie was coming, she caught that brief grimace of pain flicker across his face. Knowing innately that despite his blustery, often obnoxious exterior, his recent, very difficult break-up with Andie still gnawed at him, she had refrained as best she could from snapping at him overmuch the rest of the day. He really should be thanking God for such small favors, she thought then, grimly. But now, seeing an equally nervous Andie before her, she was glad she had had the fortitude to be kind earlier.
As if on cue, the back door slammed open and Jacks voice could be heard carrying through the kitchen, down the hallway, Quit complaining, Pace! It fits you to a tee!
Dude! This leather coat of yours is so gay, Pacey could be heard saying, somewhat plaintive.
Uh, hello?! Have we met? Hi, Im Jack. Im gay, they heard Jack reply, sarcastic. Within seconds, he was rounding the corner and breaking into a huge grin. Striding over to Andie, he enveloped her into a big hug and then leaned back to look at her. You look amazing, Andie! What an awesome Willow you make!
Thanks, brother dear. You lookregular, she said, eyeing his rather pedestrian attire an American Eagle, dark-blue and red striped, long-sleeved crew shirt over tan Dockers slacks and Vans topsiders. You dont even look like youre in costume.
Well, because I dont have my accessories yet, Jack explained.
What, a tiara and a feather boa? Pacey asked, sardonic, finally coming around the corner and into view. Upon seeing Andie in Jacks arms, he faltered slightly in his step, but then continued forward, resolute. Hey, Andie. You look really great.
Hi, Pace. You look good too. And she meant it. Because he did look good. Jen had him dressed as Angel, the do-gooder vampire with a soul, and he was decked out in black from head-to-toe black crew-neck sweater over casual black slacks and a good pair of black leather casual dress shoes. Over that, he wore Jacks long, black leather coat that hung down, just past his lean hips. On the third finger of his right hand, he wore a large gothic-looking ring that looked Old Irish, as Jen had put it, yet another something found at the local thrift shop. His dark hair, already close-cropped, was smoothed back on his head with some kind of subtle hair-styling product (courtesy of Jack), granting him a more mature, darkly brooding air.
A brief, uncertain silence descended upon the group then, before Jen stepped back into her role as fearless Ensemble Costume Leader. Okay, well, wed better get going, she said briskly, grasping Andies shoulders to turn her, prodding her forward to the front door. Jack you, me and Andie are going with Dawson in his car. Pacey, you and Joey follow us in your truck.
Remind me again why Im Angel and not Xander? Pacey asked Jen pointedly, before glancing longingly at Jacks very standard attire as that fine fellow threw him a gloating grin while picking up his accessories from a small table by the front door a wooden stake and a slender but block-like crucifix.
Youre the tallest and you have dark hair. You have to be Angel. Those are the prerequisites, Jen said, handing him a wooden stake.
Jack is as tall as me and dark-haired! Pacey countered, taking the stake and slipping it into his jacket pocket.
Jack was there when I thought up this idea, and he wanted Xander, so you get Angel. And youd better hold that in your hand when we get to the party. It is a required part of this costume.
Yeah, yeah, will do. But just for the record, this sucks, on all sides.
At least you dont have to wear lacquered gel in your hair, Dawson muttered, brushing past Pacey. You still look more remotely like yourself than I do in this, he paused to say, gesturing toward his own costume, on the threshold, before following Andie and Jack out to his car
At least I didnt make you Giles, Jen tossed out at him as he left, carelessly waving him away as she, in turn, made to follow the others. Go, vampire-boy, and bring that other Slayer with you, she said to Pacey, teasingly haughty, before she stepped out of the house.
At least you dont have to freeze your ass off in a barely-there skirt while wearing the entire Maybelline supermarket display on your face! Joeys sullen voice piped up then, from the general area of the nook.
Pacey swiveled around to find Joey huddled there, against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest like a shield, a mulish expression on her face. The automatic sarcastic remark died in his throat as he took in her appearance. His blue eyes glinted with surprised approval as they traveled up and down her body.
Wow, Jo. You actually look kinda hot, he said, on a grin.
Im not Jo, she countered, sticking out her chin stubbornly, though inside, she felt the embarrassment start to suffuse her. Im FAITH.
Wasnt she the really sexy one? Pacey asked her, bringing a hand up to cup his chin and striking a quizzical pose. Did Angel ever get it on with Faith?
I believe Faith tried to kill Angel, Joey bit out. So I guess weve been typecast into the correct roles.
Pacey chuckled and smirked at her. Then, So does that mean I can get it on with Buffy? he asked, thinking back to that recent sex pact he had made with Jen, just last weekend while they were out on Witchs Island. That pact they had yet to fulfill.
Not if you dont want to lose your soul and become evil Angeles again. Then Id have to kill you, Joey explained. Come to think of it, thats not such a terrible idea. Killing you, I mean.
I dont believe Faith ever killed Angel. But did Angel ever kill Faith?
Buffy killed Faith, Joey answered, automatically. Well, almost, anyway.
So can I be Buffy for a minute?
Buffy also has hot sex with Spike.
Pacey paused for a long second.
Yup, Dawson shouldve been Giles instead.
Joey smirked her reply and then, dropping her arms, she stood up straight, determinedly moving past to stride out ahead of him, without a second glance back, though she did pause to pick up her own requisite wooden stake from that small table on the way out, mindful of Jen's stern instructions. Paceys eyes followed her lithe, snugly-clad, surprisingly curvy figure appreciatively, lingering on her really quite delectable little ass. Damn! When Potter decided to get all tricked out, she was certainly a treat for the eyes. He laughed a little and shook his head a bit as he made his own way to the doorway. It must be real close to the witching hour because -- for Gods sake! he had just harbored brief impure thoughts for Miss Josephine Potter, of all people! It was the costume. Yup, most definitely it was just that damned costume, he thought, as he closed the door behind him, ensuring that the bottom knob was clicked to locking before doing so.
Hi-ho, Hi-ho, a vampire-slaying we go! Paceys voice rang out loud into the misty night air as he trailed Joey to his truck parked in the driveway. The others were already long gone.
Shut up, Pacey.
Shut up yourself, FAITH.
Youre supposed to just silently brood, moron, not provide any type of musical accompaniment to our little jaunt, Joey said to him, as he opened the car door for her to get in.
Is Faith usually this grouchy? Pacey asked her, once he had gotten into the truck himself, clicking his seatbelt into place
Shut up, ANGEL, Joey replied, already settled in and crossing her arms over her chest again.
Hey Jo. When she turned, glowering at him, he involuntarily ran his eyes over her once again. The inexplicable warmth in them brought a sudden flush to Joeys cheeks. Then, Pacey merely grinned, and said, Trick or treat.
She rolled her eyes at him and, laughing, Pacey started the truck, put it into gear, and drove them both off into that Halloween night to meet the rest of their gang at the party.
THE END
Stolen Moments, THE SEASON SIX SERIES: Snow-Globes, Set-Pieces & That Elephant in the Room, Remembered Impulses, Four More Stories...
That is Kick-Ass! Both are kick-ass! 
(Can I pretty-please maybe put in a request to borrow that first one? 
) And girl, if you write a Joey the Vampire Slayer fic, that would be seriously fabulous to no end. 
