Title: Christmas Break
Author: Payton Tyler
Email: darkserene@glitterbomb.com
Pairing: A/J, G/L
Rating: PG
Spoiler: Everything from The Pilot to Silence. (Episodes 1-23)
Disclaimer: I don't own it
Summary: Joan, Adam and Grace return to Maryland on Christmas vacation after being in college for five months.
Fluff O-Meter: Pretty high.
Dedication: Minnesota, because I confused Minnesota with Montana in my last story, so I must apologize.
Author's Notes: *sighs* Riskia is such an unreliable little muse. She keeps running off! This time she wasn't fishing with Jack, she sent me a post card from California saying she was hunting Chris Marquette down. I keep telling her he has security, but every time I tell her this she steals my shoes, throws ice cubes at me and throws my box set DVDs out the window. Evil muse. Starts out dull, but it will hopefully get better as I write more.
1. Home
"Girardi! Hurry up in there will you?!" Grace called from the other side of the bathroom door.
"Hang on Grace!" Joan called back.
"Girardi, I need my toothbrush!" Grace yelled. The door opened a crack and Joan shoved Grace's toothbrush out of the room. Grace grabbed it and moved over to her bed, where an open suitcase was laying.
"Girardi, you've been in there for an hour, do you plan on coming out or am I going back alone?" Grace asked, putting her toothbrush in her suitcase and zipping it up.
"What time is it?"
"Almost two." The bathroom door flew open and Joan ran out of it, opened her closet and began pulling out clothing and shoving it in her suitcase.
"I don't believe you waited until ten minutes before we had to leave to pack," Grace said.
"Hey, I've been freaking out all month about this trip Grace! Think about it, we're going home today. For a month. And who's going to be there?"
"Rove."
"Exactly. I haven't spoken to Adam since he went off to college in New York and we wound up here," Joan explained. She pressed down on the top of the suitcase to try and get it to close.
It's been five months. Not that much has changed," Grace said, moving over to Joan's bed and zipping the suitcase up for her.
"Thanks. And not that much has changed has it? Can I remind you of something Grace?! I. Talk. To. God!" Joan yelled, causing people in the hall to stop and look on the open door. Grace put her hand on the door.
"Nothing to see! Keep walking people!" she told them, slamming the door shut, then turned to Joan.
"You had more than one shot to tell him back in high school," Grace told her.
"I know, I just.. I couldn't."
"Let me get this straight. You could tell me you talk to God, but you can't tell your family, much less the dude your in love with?" Joan sat down on her bed.
"Do you think he'd believe me?" Joan asked. Grace sat next to her.
"Of course he would have. The dude's crazy, he'd believe anything. Besides, he loves you."
"I'm gonna tell him when we get back," Joan told Grace as the two girls stood.
"You do that," Grace said, picking up her suitcase.
"I'm going to," Joan responded, picking up her own suitcase.
"Good. Now come on, we've got to get to the airport before we miss our flight."
Author: Payton Tyler
Email: darkserene@glitterbomb.com
Pairing: A/J, G/L
Rating: PG
Spoiler: Everything from The Pilot to Silence. (Episodes 1-23)
Disclaimer: I don't own it
Summary: Joan, Adam and Grace return to Maryland on Christmas vacation after being in college for five months.
Fluff O-Meter: Pretty high.
Dedication: Minnesota, because I confused Minnesota with Montana in my last story, so I must apologize.
Author's Notes: *sighs* Riskia is such an unreliable little muse. She keeps running off! This time she wasn't fishing with Jack, she sent me a post card from California saying she was hunting Chris Marquette down. I keep telling her he has security, but every time I tell her this she steals my shoes, throws ice cubes at me and throws my box set DVDs out the window. Evil muse. Starts out dull, but it will hopefully get better as I write more.
1. Home
"Girardi! Hurry up in there will you?!" Grace called from the other side of the bathroom door.
"Hang on Grace!" Joan called back.
"Girardi, I need my toothbrush!" Grace yelled. The door opened a crack and Joan shoved Grace's toothbrush out of the room. Grace grabbed it and moved over to her bed, where an open suitcase was laying.
"Girardi, you've been in there for an hour, do you plan on coming out or am I going back alone?" Grace asked, putting her toothbrush in her suitcase and zipping it up.
"What time is it?"
"Almost two." The bathroom door flew open and Joan ran out of it, opened her closet and began pulling out clothing and shoving it in her suitcase.
"I don't believe you waited until ten minutes before we had to leave to pack," Grace said.
"Hey, I've been freaking out all month about this trip Grace! Think about it, we're going home today. For a month. And who's going to be there?"
"Rove."
"Exactly. I haven't spoken to Adam since he went off to college in New York and we wound up here," Joan explained. She pressed down on the top of the suitcase to try and get it to close.
It's been five months. Not that much has changed," Grace said, moving over to Joan's bed and zipping the suitcase up for her.
"Thanks. And not that much has changed has it? Can I remind you of something Grace?! I. Talk. To. God!" Joan yelled, causing people in the hall to stop and look on the open door. Grace put her hand on the door.
"Nothing to see! Keep walking people!" she told them, slamming the door shut, then turned to Joan.
"You had more than one shot to tell him back in high school," Grace told her.
"I know, I just.. I couldn't."
"Let me get this straight. You could tell me you talk to God, but you can't tell your family, much less the dude your in love with?" Joan sat down on her bed.
"Do you think he'd believe me?" Joan asked. Grace sat next to her.
"Of course he would have. The dude's crazy, he'd believe anything. Besides, he loves you."
"I'm gonna tell him when we get back," Joan told Grace as the two girls stood.
"You do that," Grace said, picking up her suitcase.
"I'm going to," Joan responded, picking up her own suitcase.
"Good. Now come on, we've got to get to the airport before we miss our flight."