"Secret Revealed"

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Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I hope that you enjoy the end of the fic. Just remember that I am completely neglecting what's gone on in the show for the past month and ½ or so. Also, sorry for taking so long to update, spring break happened. If the spacing is off, I'm sorry.

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The next morning, Joan looked over at her alarm clock. Joan sat up. She was going to be late to school. She threw on some random clothes, got her stuff together, and ran downstairs.

"I can't talk right now. I have to school. Bye," Joan yelled as she grabbed a bottle of juice and ran out the door.

School was the same old boring, waiting in line with Adam and Grace for late slips. A.P. Chemistry was a snorefest. Ms. Lishak droned on about polymers for what seemed an eon. Joan was relieved when the lunch bell rang.

"Grace, you've got to talk Jane out of her thing," Adam said

"Rove, what are you talking about?"

"He's talking about the fact that I am going to try out for the swim team," Joan explained.

"You know Girardi, I can't figure you out. You do things like join the band and the chess team, which while deemed uncool aren't completely devoid of some worth. Then you go and do something like this which is devoid of any and all worth," Grace said.

"I'm just trying new things. I don't need to do everything, but I'd like to do something other than my homework and watch TV in the afternoon," Joan replied. Grace rolled her eyes at Joan and the lunch period passed in silence.

Joan went through the rest of her day with a dark cloud over her head. She was more than thrilled when the final bell rang until she realized that's she to stay after for tryouts. "God, why do you want this? I mean am I going to save some little kid from drowning?"

"You know the rules," said Cute Boy God.

"Yes, I can never know what's going on, I have free will so I can choose to do what you want or not. Just though you'd like to know that I thing that's crap, free will."

"Why would I lie Joan? Why would I tell you that you had free will if you didn't?"

"You like to mess with me? Doesn't matter anyway, I am off to do your bidding."

Joan turned around and gave an absent-minded wave at God. She quickly changed into her suit and entered the pool area as the coach was starting to take names. Joan signed in and waited to be called.

"You'll be doing heats with each other. Long distance heats will be held in the right two lanes and short distance will be in the left two lanes. Long distance will swim 1,600 meters and short will swim 100 meters plus a 4 x 50 relay. Okay, everyone move!" the coach said.

Joan got in the back of the short distance line. Soon, it was her turn. She walked up to the diving board and dived in at the whistle. Her legs cried out in pain half way through the first length and she really started to struggle when she flipped around to go another length of the pool. She pulled herself out of the pool and tried to catch her breath.

"Girardi, are you ok" asked the coach.

"Yeah, I think that I'm going to call it a day though."

"Ok, thanks for coming."

Joan walked past everybody else who was trying out. Her cheeks burned red when she noticed that a few girls were laughing at her. She threw her swimming gear into her bag and walked out of the locker room and into the arms of Adam.

"Jane"

"Oh, sorry."

"It's ok Jane. I don't mind you bumping into me."

"Thanks."

"Jane, can we go somewhere and talk?"

"Sure," Joan walked after him to a bench in front of the school.

"Jane, why are you doing all of these things?"

"What do you mean?"

"Smashing my art, building a boat, throwing a party when your parents weren't there..."

"Would you accept that I'm just going through a phase?"

"Jane, I may not have known you for an age, but I do know that you aren't going through something."

Joan looked down at her feet. She wanted to tell him what was up but she wasn't sure that he'd understand. "Adam, how good are you at accepting the weird as being a possibility?"

"I'd like to think pretty good."

She took a deep breath. "Do you remember when we first met and I asked about talking to God?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"Well, I lied."

"Lied? About what?"

"Well you said 'oh that'd be weird even for me' and I was all agreement."

"Yeah?"

"Well, um, I don't know how to say this in an un-scary way. Um, Adam, I can talk to God."

"You can talk to.....God?"

"You know that guy that you keep seeing me with?"

"Yeah, what about him?"

"Well, that's God, actually any weird person that you see me talking to is God."

"Jane, I don't what to say."

"It's okay. I knew that it'd do that." She stood up, "We can talk later."

"Jane, don't go."

"Look, you just need to let it sink in. We can talk about it later."

"It has. I mean it's really weird. It's also kind of hard to take, but it makes sense"

"Yeah, it seemed like every time that you and I were moving forward that He'd come and tell me to do something that'd make it come to a screeching halt."

Adam leaned over and kissed her softly, "Well Jane, I think that those days are over. Can I walk you home?"

"Sure let me go and grab my books." She ran up the steps and into the school. 'My Jane,' he thought as he watched her and this time she really was "his". She packed her backpack, turned around and knocked Cute Boy God down.

"I suppose that I should say sorry. So, sorry."

"I've been knocked around before."

"I said that I was sorry."

"I know. So Joan, you told Adam."

"Yeah, have a problem with that?"

"No, you chose well. He won't tell anyone because he loves you."

"Yeah, well I gotta go. Though why did you make me try out for the swim team?"

"I didn't make you do anything and you know that I never tell you why you do things."

"Yeah, you're the king of the abstract," she turned around and half-waved, "thanks for nothing."

She walked out and into Adam's arms. He was hers. She smiled a secret smile and they walked away. Cute Boy God looked out the window at them and smiled.

THE END