Title: Reflection
Author: PirateRina717
Summary: Geraldine ponders her friendship with Alice. No slash. One-shot.
Disclaimer: I do not own BBC or Vicar of Dibley. Purely for fun and entertainment.
A/N: Love this show, and I just dug up this short story from the dark recesses of my computer.
Reflection
Geraldine didn't know when having friends became customary. Because of her looks and rough humor, she had very few to begin with. It was almost too easy a transition, becoming a vicar. Despite herself, Geraldine cared more about other people than she did for her own life. She would hate to file her insecurities under low self-esteem or religious doubt (perhaps it was a mix of both), so she loved being completely outward
Slowly, upon arriving at Dibley, Geraldine found herself changing. There was the obvious tolerance she created for the insanity she dealt with almost every day, but after a few months Geraldine noticed that she began to feel more than the satisfaction of seeing everyone else happy. She felt good about herself.
Geraldine would never admit it, but most of that was the fault of Alice Tinker-turned-Horton. The sheer stupidity and annoyance was oftentimes too difficult for Geraldine to bear. But Alice's innocence, and almost too-good perception on the world was something the vicar in Geraldine wanted to adjust, to make her see reality as it was, as was her duty as part of the church.
She maintained restraint and told Alice lies, not because it was always easier, but because Geraldine liked having that Alice about. Her chattering, her unrelenting love and affection to her friends was almost too good to be true, and something Geraldine never had. Alice had been the one that saw Geraldine after Simon dumped her, after she embarrassed the entire village.
Alice forgave too easily, saw past obvious flaws, hadn't a care in the world for the more refined things in life, and was as free as Geraldine had always wanted to be. It didn't make sense that someone so down-to-earth and caring like Geraldine would still associate with "a dim candle," as David would put it. In time, however, Geraldine came to accept that she was as much of a blessing to Alice as Alice was to her, and that made everything alright.