Title: Echoes of Angels
Author: PITAchic or Megan, whatever you prefer.
Rating: PG-13 for now, because I really have no clue what the rating is or what it will become.
Summary: God tells Joan she needs to find her own destiny. Little did she know that becoming pregnant at 17 would be part of that destiny.
Disclaimer: If you haven't realized it by now, I'll repeat it for you one more time: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! ::sobs::
Spoilers: Starts right after the end of "Jump," small mention of "Bringeth It On."
Author's Note: Hey all! This is my first multi-chapter JoA fic! Yay for me! Now, let me just start off by saying that the people in this fic MAY BE OUT OF CHARACTER! So please don't whine to me about it, I am saying it now, this is a FANFICTION, and to make my story go the way I need it to, some of the characters will be OOC. Moving on, yes, the idea of a teen pregnancy is far from new, but since there don't seem to be many on this board right now, I thought "what the heck? It'll never happen on the show, so why not write it?" So if you think the idea is overused, then you don't have to read it. And finally, I have no clue when Joan's birthday is, so for the sake of the fic, let's just say it is sometime in February. Okay, I think that's it, please R&R, and I will accept constructive criticism.
~*~
"You howl and listen, listen and wait for the echoes of angels who won't return." - Vertical Horizon, 'Everything You Want'
~*~
~*~ Echoes of Angels, Chapter 1 ~*~
Joan pulled away from her kiss with Adam and giggled when she saw all the feathers in his hair. He smiled back, slightly shy, before both of them began to realize that pure chaos was ensuing around them. Luke looked like he wanted to make a run for it and never come back, while Grace looked like she had never been more amused.
A little while later, everyone in the room was hard at work cleaning up and trying to see if any projects were salvageable. Joan walked over to a trash can to dump out her dustpan full of broken glass and wet feathers.
"Hello, Joan."
Joan looked up, surprised to see that it was a janitor mopping nearby that was talking to her. Or, at least, he looked like a janitor.
"You know, I find it humorous that God is helping clean up the mess my brother made at our school science fair."
"I came to tell you something, Joan."
"Really? What lame thing do I have to do this time?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing? You're joking, right?"
"No, Joan. That's what I came to tell you. You're at a point where you need to make your own decisions. It's up to you to choose your path of destiny."
"Destiny, huh?" Joan asked, a little disbelieving.
"You won't be seeing me for a while, Joan. But do remember that I'll always take care of you," God said, then turned and walked out the door.
~*~ 3 Months Later ~*~
Pregnant.
One of the most dreaded words among teenage girls.
Joan Girardi was seventeen, and now she was pregnant.
'Is this God's idea of destiny?' she wondered silently.
She hadn't meant to get pregnant. She hadn't meant to sleep with Adam so soon, either. It just kinda happened.
And then it happened again.
And again.
Then another time.
And once more.
She hadn't been feeling good recently, and when she missed her period, she knew. So she took a home pregnancy test, and then went to the doctor to confirm.
And now she sat in her car in the hospital parking lot, her head resting on the steering wheel.
Joan Girardi was 6 weeks pregnant. And now she had to tell Adam.
~*~
She found him in his garage, working on his latest sculpture. She watched him for a few minutes from the doorway, watched as his strong hands worked on some small scraps of metal, bending them at his will.
He finally felt her watching him, and he lifted his head and smiled as he saw her.
"Hey, Jane," he said as he moved over to her and planted a gentle kiss on her lips.
"Hey," she replied, smiling.
The smile didn't quite reach her eyes, though, and he saw it.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, Adam," she said, tears starting to spill down her cheeks.
"What is it, Jane?"
"I'm-- I'm pregnant, Adam."
"What?" he asked, not sure if he had heard her correctly.
He knew he had when she nodded, crying harder now. He opened his arms and she walked into them. He rocked her gently as her sobs began to subside.
"What are we going to do, Adam?" she asked, her red-rimmed eyes searching his for an answer.
"Well, I do have a savings account, from my mother. And I could sell some of my sculptures if we need to."
"So you want to keep the baby?" she asked, slightly surprised.
"Of course, if you want to, yo."
She nodded, but started crying again.
"How am I going to tell my parents?" she asked.
~*~ Later That Night ~*~
"Mom, Dad, we need to talk," Joan said, looking across the dinner table.
"I don't like the sound of that," Will Girardi said.
"Is this about you failing history?" Luke asked.
"You're failing history? Why don't I know about this?" Helen questioned.
"No! I'm not failing history," Joan said as she smacked Luke on the back of the head, satisfied when she heard an 'ouch' come from him.
"Well, we're all waiting," Kevin piped in.
Joan looked down at her plate.
"I'm pregnant."
No one said anything for a moment, and Joan looked up, scared.
"You're pregnant?" Helen asked slowly.
Joan nodded.
"And am I correct in the assumption that Adam is the father?"
Joan nodded again.
"I'll kill him," Will said, throwing down his fork.
"Dad, no."
"How could you be this irresponsible? Didn't we talk about this before? I thought you were smarter than that, Joan," he ranted, then turned to stomp up the stairs.
Joan started crying, and Helen walked over and hugged her.
"I'm very disappointed in you Joan, especially after that cheerleader got pregnant at your school. But, I will support you, whatever you choose."
"What about Dad?"
"I'll go talk to him, but he's upset, Joan. It may take some time. You and I will talk later."
Joan nodded as Helen followed the path her husband had just taken upstairs.
"Um, I still have some homework to finish," Luke said, getting up from the table.
"Are you all right, Joan?" Kevin asked after Luke had left.
"Yeah, I guess. I really messed up big time."
"Welcome to the club, Little Sis."
"Gee, thanks," Joan said, rolling her eyes.
"You'll be okay, Joan. Just give them time. Meanwhile, I'll be here to support you."
"Thanks," she said, smiling slightly.
"Yeah, well, if the baby's a boy, I expect him to be named Kevin!" he said, wheeling out of the room as the phone rang.
Joan reached out to pick it up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Jane. Did you tell your parents?"
"Yeah," she said, sighing.
"So they didn't take it too well, I'm guessing."
"That's an understatement. My dad freaked. What about yours?
"He took it pretty well, considering."
"So, Adam. What now?"
~*~
To be continued??? Let me know if you want me to write the next part! I should be able to have it up by Thursday.
Author: PITAchic or Megan, whatever you prefer.
Rating: PG-13 for now, because I really have no clue what the rating is or what it will become.
Summary: God tells Joan she needs to find her own destiny. Little did she know that becoming pregnant at 17 would be part of that destiny.
Disclaimer: If you haven't realized it by now, I'll repeat it for you one more time: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! ::sobs::
Spoilers: Starts right after the end of "Jump," small mention of "Bringeth It On."
Author's Note: Hey all! This is my first multi-chapter JoA fic! Yay for me! Now, let me just start off by saying that the people in this fic MAY BE OUT OF CHARACTER! So please don't whine to me about it, I am saying it now, this is a FANFICTION, and to make my story go the way I need it to, some of the characters will be OOC. Moving on, yes, the idea of a teen pregnancy is far from new, but since there don't seem to be many on this board right now, I thought "what the heck? It'll never happen on the show, so why not write it?" So if you think the idea is overused, then you don't have to read it. And finally, I have no clue when Joan's birthday is, so for the sake of the fic, let's just say it is sometime in February. Okay, I think that's it, please R&R, and I will accept constructive criticism.
~*~
"You howl and listen, listen and wait for the echoes of angels who won't return." - Vertical Horizon, 'Everything You Want'
~*~
~*~ Echoes of Angels, Chapter 1 ~*~
Joan pulled away from her kiss with Adam and giggled when she saw all the feathers in his hair. He smiled back, slightly shy, before both of them began to realize that pure chaos was ensuing around them. Luke looked like he wanted to make a run for it and never come back, while Grace looked like she had never been more amused.
A little while later, everyone in the room was hard at work cleaning up and trying to see if any projects were salvageable. Joan walked over to a trash can to dump out her dustpan full of broken glass and wet feathers.
"Hello, Joan."
Joan looked up, surprised to see that it was a janitor mopping nearby that was talking to her. Or, at least, he looked like a janitor.
"You know, I find it humorous that God is helping clean up the mess my brother made at our school science fair."
"I came to tell you something, Joan."
"Really? What lame thing do I have to do this time?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing? You're joking, right?"
"No, Joan. That's what I came to tell you. You're at a point where you need to make your own decisions. It's up to you to choose your path of destiny."
"Destiny, huh?" Joan asked, a little disbelieving.
"You won't be seeing me for a while, Joan. But do remember that I'll always take care of you," God said, then turned and walked out the door.
~*~ 3 Months Later ~*~
Pregnant.
One of the most dreaded words among teenage girls.
Joan Girardi was seventeen, and now she was pregnant.
'Is this God's idea of destiny?' she wondered silently.
She hadn't meant to get pregnant. She hadn't meant to sleep with Adam so soon, either. It just kinda happened.
And then it happened again.
And again.
Then another time.
And once more.
She hadn't been feeling good recently, and when she missed her period, she knew. So she took a home pregnancy test, and then went to the doctor to confirm.
And now she sat in her car in the hospital parking lot, her head resting on the steering wheel.
Joan Girardi was 6 weeks pregnant. And now she had to tell Adam.
~*~
She found him in his garage, working on his latest sculpture. She watched him for a few minutes from the doorway, watched as his strong hands worked on some small scraps of metal, bending them at his will.
He finally felt her watching him, and he lifted his head and smiled as he saw her.
"Hey, Jane," he said as he moved over to her and planted a gentle kiss on her lips.
"Hey," she replied, smiling.
The smile didn't quite reach her eyes, though, and he saw it.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, Adam," she said, tears starting to spill down her cheeks.
"What is it, Jane?"
"I'm-- I'm pregnant, Adam."
"What?" he asked, not sure if he had heard her correctly.
He knew he had when she nodded, crying harder now. He opened his arms and she walked into them. He rocked her gently as her sobs began to subside.
"What are we going to do, Adam?" she asked, her red-rimmed eyes searching his for an answer.
"Well, I do have a savings account, from my mother. And I could sell some of my sculptures if we need to."
"So you want to keep the baby?" she asked, slightly surprised.
"Of course, if you want to, yo."
She nodded, but started crying again.
"How am I going to tell my parents?" she asked.
~*~ Later That Night ~*~
"Mom, Dad, we need to talk," Joan said, looking across the dinner table.
"I don't like the sound of that," Will Girardi said.
"Is this about you failing history?" Luke asked.
"You're failing history? Why don't I know about this?" Helen questioned.
"No! I'm not failing history," Joan said as she smacked Luke on the back of the head, satisfied when she heard an 'ouch' come from him.
"Well, we're all waiting," Kevin piped in.
Joan looked down at her plate.
"I'm pregnant."
No one said anything for a moment, and Joan looked up, scared.
"You're pregnant?" Helen asked slowly.
Joan nodded.
"And am I correct in the assumption that Adam is the father?"
Joan nodded again.
"I'll kill him," Will said, throwing down his fork.
"Dad, no."
"How could you be this irresponsible? Didn't we talk about this before? I thought you were smarter than that, Joan," he ranted, then turned to stomp up the stairs.
Joan started crying, and Helen walked over and hugged her.
"I'm very disappointed in you Joan, especially after that cheerleader got pregnant at your school. But, I will support you, whatever you choose."
"What about Dad?"
"I'll go talk to him, but he's upset, Joan. It may take some time. You and I will talk later."
Joan nodded as Helen followed the path her husband had just taken upstairs.
"Um, I still have some homework to finish," Luke said, getting up from the table.
"Are you all right, Joan?" Kevin asked after Luke had left.
"Yeah, I guess. I really messed up big time."
"Welcome to the club, Little Sis."
"Gee, thanks," Joan said, rolling her eyes.
"You'll be okay, Joan. Just give them time. Meanwhile, I'll be here to support you."
"Thanks," she said, smiling slightly.
"Yeah, well, if the baby's a boy, I expect him to be named Kevin!" he said, wheeling out of the room as the phone rang.
Joan reached out to pick it up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Jane. Did you tell your parents?"
"Yeah," she said, sighing.
"So they didn't take it too well, I'm guessing."
"That's an understatement. My dad freaked. What about yours?
"He took it pretty well, considering."
"So, Adam. What now?"
~*~
To be continued??? Let me know if you want me to write the next part! I should be able to have it up by Thursday.