A/N: Just a short oneshot, Joan centered. Joan is sixteen, and having one of her conversations with god. Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except the characters Jessica Rove and Noah Kincela.
"You mean that guy with the mole that spends all his free time in the science fiction section of the library?"
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Joan."
"Ok, wait. Why are you quoting proverbs? You're God. Can't you come up with this stuff on your own?"
"Just because I can, doesn't mean I should. Now you have a job to do." God began to walk away.
"Well what am I supposed to do?" Joan called after God.
But all she got was a wave.
14 years later…
It's been 14 years since Joan was 16 and talking to god. Sadly, when she hit 18, face-to-face conversations with god and his/her different forms ended. "You've done your job Joan. You don't need me in the form of a human anymore. You understand what I've taught you. But the learning doesn't have to stop there. Teach the people around you too. Just because I'm not there physically, doesn't mean I don't have to be recognized," God had said.
"What does heaven look like mommy?" 4-year-old Jessica asked her mother one day.
Joan put down the dishtowel she was wiping the dishes with. "Well, what do you want it to look like?" She asked, kneeling down in front of the little girl.
"I wanna have a pink pony, like the one on TV! And a biiiiiig candy jar, with candy forever! And I want a puppy, and I want you, and daddy, and Noah there too!"
Joan smiled. Noah Kincela. The 5-year-old boy who lived across the street. The two were very close friends, and everyday after school, Noah came over and they played in the front yard. He would tell her all the things he did at school, and they would play hide and seek 'till he had to go home for dinner. "Well then, that's what heaven looks like."
The little girl smiled. Satisfied with her answer, she ran off to the living room to play with her dolls.
Later that night, when Joan came to tuck her in for bed, she asked, "Have you ever been to heaven mommy?"
"No, Jessie. I haven't."
"Well then what do you want heaven to look like?"
"Well," Joan had to think for a moment. Sometimes these weren't the easiest questions to answer, especially when dealing with a 4 year old, too young to fully understand the concept of death. "I want there to be a pink pony for you. I want daddy to be there, and I would want us to be very happy."
"Oh. That's good. Night mommy."
"Goodnight Jessica."
52 years later…
Joan Helen Girardi-Rove (82) of Arcadia, Maryland, died this Saturday of natural causes. She is survived by her husband Adam Rove and daughter Jessica Kincela.
Joan had died that night, peacefully in her sleep. Suddenly, Joan opened her eyes. There in front of her was a simple brown door, an exact replica to the one in her 16-year-old room. She had the strongest urge to open it. The minute she touched the handle, she was on the other side. There was no one and nothing. She was just starting to feel disappointed, when God suddenly appeared in front of her as the little girl. Immediately, all around her were all the people she had met or affected who had already left the world.
"Welcome home, Joan," God said.