Author Notes: I have no idea where my mind has been latley but I seem to have lost my touch. If I ever had one in the first place. Anyhow, this ones a bit of a shocker, although I've seen many similar situations in other fanfiction so it may not suprise you at all.

Dedication: To everyone who suprised me by adding me to their favorite authors list - right now this includes: Admiral Lily, cheeseroxmysox27, Keiyuki, cwankgurl, and angelical nightmare - Thanks guys, it's such a huge honor to be on a favorites list.

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Dying Innocent - Chapter Three - I Believe

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"So what you're saying is you talk to God?"

"Yeah" Joan was slightly embarassed.

"And he tells you to do things...?"

"Yup"

"Jane... are you taking any kind of medications you shouldn't be mixing with eachother?" Adam questioned her.

"Adam, you once told me that you understood alot of things that other people didn't get. Well, I need you to understand now."

"I'm trying, Jane"

"I hated to hide this from you Adam, but..." Joan sighed "You already had so many burdens to cary with you"

Adam smirked, deeply inquiring in his own mind the concept of what Joan was saying. He believed her, he had no reason not to. Although his first reaction had been a bit harsh, he cared for Joan, and he had faith in her.

Joan continued to explain to Adam about all of her past actions. She told him of his art project amd about chess. She explained why she had obtained her drivers lisence and her grounds for joining cheerleading.

"I don't always see the results, but in the long run it's mostly good things that happen." Joan continued

"Mostly?" Adam asked

"I don't count the art project as a good result" she added, allowing herself to offer a half smile.

Adam gave a sheepish grin. It was obvious to him why God had Chosen Joan. And he knew now this was his angel, the one whom he had been secretly talking to all along.

A knock on the shed door interupted the silence of the moment. Standing in the doorway was the one whom both Adam and Joan had recognized. To Adam he was the mysterious figure of a boy who had stolen his dance. To Joan he was simply, God.

"Hello, Adam" CuteBoy!God smiled "Joan" he nodded.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Adam could not help it, he had to ask. His curriosity had to be settled.

Joan had a been a bit suprised about the whole situation. She had not expected god to show up, and had not expected him to be in his CuteBoy! form. She had to admit, however, he was deffinatly making it easier on her.

"I'm God" he smiled, exchanging a glance with Joan.

"God's a teenage boy?" Adam questioned, not buying the story.

"When I want to be" Cuteboy!God chuckled, "I look different everyday"

Adam looked over at Joan who in turn took his hand.

"It's true, Adam, he's the one I've been telling you about."

Adam had become speachless. There was nothing more to say, nothing more he could think of... He had dare say his thoughts for fear the story he had just been told truely did have some truth behind it.

"Adam, there's someone who would like to see you" CuteBoy!God stated, glancing towards the door.

At that moment all eyes had become fixated on the heavenly looking woman entering the shed. Her dark hair was in soft curls accenting her face and a bright yet gentle light shown around her.

"Mom" Adam gasped as fear and joy overcame him and his tears began to freely flow.

"Hello son" the woman spoke in the sweetest tone Joan had ever heard. Her voice had reminded her of a thousand white doves and a soft playing ochestra.

There were so many things Adam wanted to say at that moment, so many questions that had been left unanswered. When he tried to speak, silence was all he could hear and he couldn't control his now obvious sobbing. Part of him thought he was dreaming, part of him wanted to wake up.

"Adam," the woman began to speak again, as Joan looked at her in amazement, my son, my one true love, there is something you must understand... I have never stoped watching you" she slowly turned her head to look around the area in wich they stood, "you have always been a wonderfull artist, Adam."

"Mom... I ... I..." Adam struggled for words.

"It's Okay, son" his mother smiled, looking down at Adams hand wich had still been interlaced with Joans. She lightly reached out and held the couples hands together in her own, looking in Adams eyes. "Everyday we meet some very special people", she told him, "and when I met this young lady here," she smiled, looking over at Joan, "I knew she was the one for you, Adam." Her eyes moved back to her son. "She cares about you as I do, she will watch over you when I cannot. Please, son, stop hurting yourself, for when you do, all the angels in heaven are crying with me." A silent tear fell from her face.

As his mothers figure slowly faded away Adam gripped onto Joan as tightly as he could. He knew it was time to get help.