Disclaimer: Can anyone only own God? I mean, except Barb Hall?
Notes: Written for the title meme on livejournal. Erin gave me the prompt same sky.
As the plane skidded to a halt on the runway of Charles de Gualle, God says to Joan, "Let's play hide and seek. I'll hide."
"Why do you get to hide? I want to hide. You seek." Then she remembers. "Oh, right, the omniscient thing. It's a pain sometimes, isn't it?"
He disappears as they are waiting for their luggage. Joan yells at the crowd, knowing he is in it and can hear her. "That's great! You're just leaving me here, all alone, in a foreign country where I don't even speak the language!"
A woman with hair that matched her raspberry-colored fingernails asks her, "Your boyfriend?"
"No. Noooooooo."
"Just sleeping with him? No worry. If you be good in bed, he'll come back."
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In every cathedral she visits in Italy, she lights a candle. Searches the congregation for him, or any of his other forms.
In Egypt, she lies under the desert sky at night and thinks she can see his face in the stars.
She finally finds him on the way home to Arcadia. In a hotel in Shanghai, of all places, swimming in the pool. He's not wearing his trademark tan jacket, but she can recognize him anywhere.
She sits down at the edge of the pool and dips her feet in. "I found you," she says. She expects herself to be mad at him, for abandoning her and leaving her to run around half of the world alone, but instead, she just wants to cry.
He pulls himself up to her, grinning in a way that kind of makes Joan want to smack him in the face. Or kiss him, either way.
"I never went away," he leans in and whispers, and it is almost a kiss.