Okay, my first JoA fic, I'm really nervous about it, so decided to just start of with a small little chunk. If people like it, I'll continue (probably making it a God/Joan fic). It should be an interesting ride either way. Written quickly. Kind of like a 20 minutes with Joan ficlet.
"Joan!" a voice called down the Arcadia High hallway.
Spinning around, Joan Girardi came face to face with God. Rolling her eyes, and turning back to rifle in her locker, she asked impatiently, "What? What's my almighty mission? My holy to-do? My sacred duty? My blessed assignment?"
God merely raised his eyebrows at the ranting teen before answering solemnly, "Walking home."
Joan looked at him questioningly, "huh?"
"Walking home." He repeated slowly, as though talking to a child.
"I was gonna do that anyway." Joan answered impatiently, before continuing, "What I'm asking is why you came to tell me to do something I was already going to do."
God smiled brightly at the confused teen, "Because I want to walk with you."
"I should have known," Joan muttered into her locker before swinging it shut. Turning to God, she asked, "Then you'll tell me about my divine quest, right? You know, just once, I'd like to not be given some confusing backwards assignment that only makes sense when you explain it."
"There is no assignment, Joan." God said patronizingly.
"Really?" she asked surprised. If there was no assignment, there was no reason for God to visit her. If she was done, she might never see him again. "Because, it's not that I don't like doing your work. I do, really. Am I fired?"
God laughed at the suggestion, "No, Joan, you aren't fired. Technically you weren't even hired, but you'll still be seeing me."
"Oh, good." Joan sighed, relived for reasons she couldn't explain. God had kind of grown on her. She didn't know how she'd feel once he stopped visiting.
After standing there for a minute while Joan reassured herself with the knowledge that she wasn't fired, God smiled and gestured to the school doors. "Shall we?"
"What?" Joan asked, blinking out of her daze. "Oh, yeah. Let's go home," she smiled at God as she swung her locker shut.