TITLE: The Gift
RATING: PG
PAIRING: J/A
DISCLAIMER: We do not own Joan of Arcadia.
Author's Notes: The second chapter to the joint story between authors Mackenzie925 and JAAD shipper. What we think The Gift might be. What do you think? Reviews very welcome!!!! (
Chapter 2 Title: Faith
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The night before had been exhausting, though quite successful. Joan didn't realize that painting the boat was probably more difficult than actually building it. Luckily her brother and her father had finished building the boat months ago, so most of the work was already finished. Joan quickly found her mind traveling back to that episode in her life, wanting to fix the relationship between her father and her brother. She didn't realize a simple act of creating a boat would become so important. Thinking of its importance then and it's continued importance now gave her goose bumps. God certainly worked in mysterious ways.
Walking down the school hall alone, Joan knew it wouldn't last long as Grace showed up next to her, highly amused. "I love freaking your brother out."
Joan smirked. "The more you do that, the more he likes you."
Grace only shrugged, looking behind her quickly. "I have to admit, ever since he broke up with ostrich, he's been attached to me."
Joan responded, "Well, he never stopped liking you."
Grace huffed, "Can we change the subject? Find a nerdy gift yet?"
Joan sighed as they stopped at their lockers. Opening it, she replied, "Actually, I have. And it's not nerdy, it's ... cool." There was wistfulness in her voice, a sense of completion. She had found the perfect gift.
Grace grabbed her books and slammed them into her bag. "What did I tell you about wistfulness?"
Joan looked to her and smiled quite widely. "Sorry."
"Hey, as long as this gift makes Adam able to live with again, I'll be happy. And right now you're the only person that can remedy that," Grace informed, walking away, leaving Joan feeling astounded at the statement. Joan knew she was important to Adam, but hearing it from someone else made it become real. She knew she had to help him.
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Joan opened the door to the roof to find Adam sitting in their usual spot, doodling a bit, waiting for her. It was the spot they always met during their free periods, and this was one of them. Walking quietly up to him, she saw his head turn quickly to her, a smile crossing his lips. Sitting down next to him, Joan gave him a quick kiss, and then grabbed his hands in hers. "Hey."
"Hey."
Joan asked, "What are you drawing?"
Adam looked down to his drawing of Joan. "You bring out the best in me, Jane."
Joan smiled. "I've always wanted to be someone's muse." Adam laughed a little, squeezing her hand.
"You inspire me, yo." He then proceeded to kiss her, adding much more to his comment. Joan smiled, deepening the kiss, feeling her soul fulfilled by this person. As they released, Adam whispered, "Thank you for being with me."
"Of course I'm with you," Joan responded matter-of-factly.
Adam glanced to his painting, a sense of worry covering him. "With this summer, me working at the hotel, you at the bookstore ... I just hope we get to see each other." He returned his gaze to her, and Joan reached a hand over to caress his cheek, to wipe away that worry.
"Don't worry, it'll all work out," Joan whispered.
Adam then stood, placing the drawing down on the ground and his hands in his pockets. He then walked over to the edge of the building, looking down at all the small, moving objects below. Joan followed him, wrapping her arms around him from behind. Adam said quietly, "All I'll be doing is working this summer. And I feel like I'm losing my edge with my art. Then I won't be seeing you that much. There's not a lot to look forward to."
Joan hugged him more, placing her chin on his shoulder. "I want to take you somewhere tonight."
Adam turned in her arms, wrapping his arms around her, looking to see a glint in her eye. He couldn't help but match her smile. "Ok." He was happy that on his one day off he would be spending it with the person he loved. Adam wanted to savor it, knowing that this summer they wouldn't be seeing much of each other in the near future.
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Joan laughed lightly, seeing Adam a little uncomfortable with the blindfold over his eyes. She had driven him to an unknown place, as far as Adam knew, and now they were walking to an unknown place. Joan held tightly on his hand as she led him across the docks to the spot where she had put the boat. Being close to Baltimore had its advantages, and one of them was being close to water. If anything, she thought that Adam would figure where they were because of the smell of the air. It was quite obvious where they were.
Adam said quietly, "All I smell is fish, yo."
Joan smiled, squeezing his hand tighter. "It's better than that, I promise." She finally led them to the edge of dock where the boat was tied. Honestly, the boat looked much smaller in the water than it had in her garage. It was then that she stopped him and hooked her arm through his. "Ready?"
Adam only nodded.
Joan then took the blindfold off, revealing to Adam a boat. He now took in the location of the docks, the water, and seeing then the boat. In it was a picnic basket and blankets. He started to say something of the thoughtfulness of the gift when he realized the color of the boat. It was yellow. Adam felt his heart jump in his throat, feeling a sense of comfort and safety. The yellow boat from his dreams. The yellow boat from his mother's letter. The yellow boat that symbolized his past. The nostalgia filled his senses, enveloping him in that safety. Though the safety had first been given to him by his mother, it was now given to him by Joan. The love of is life.
Adam turned to her finally, seeing her eyes revealing wonderment, concern, and joy all in one. He smiled sweetly at her, and felt his eyes begin to water. Joan knew him so well. "Do you want to go for a ride?" Joan asked, seeing the emotion running over in him.
He nodded, grabbing both of her hands. "Yeah."
Joan smiled, and began to move towards it, but Adam got in first. He then helped Joan climb in. She then untied the boat from the dock and let the small sail rise, leading them into the middle of the water. Sitting across from him, Joan began looking in the picnic basket. "I brought tons of food. We could be here for a week if we wanted to."
Adam clasped her hand. "Cha, sounds good to me."
Joan shrugged, feeling the smile tugging at her lips. She only sensed Adam had moved over to her after he sat next to her on her side, encircling his arms around her. Knowing she needed to let him lead this, Joan dropped the food and leaned back into him, feeling his arms tighten around her as she did. "Do you like this?" Joan asked, already knowing the answer.
Adam couldn't hide his happiness, now feeling that his mood had drastically changed in comparison to the rest of the day. "I can't believe you remembered the letter from my mother."
Joan shrugged sheepishly, replying with a playfulness, "Of course. I make it my business to know as much about as I can."
Adam felt a comfort in that statement, knowing that even though his mother was no longer with him, he would always have Joan. No matter what. Adam whispered from behind, "My Mom used to tell me these stories, about her and I sailing in a boat, or on an adventure. It would always just be the two of us, and I knew she was telling me she would always be with me. That she would always have faith in me, in my art."
Joan turned in his arms to look at him. She moved her hand to caress his cheek again, seeing the emotion rising in his face. Giving him a small kiss on the cheek, she moved her lips to his ear and whispered, "I have faith in you." Adam felt his worries wash away, every fear he had over their relationship for this summer, his lack of faith in his art. As long as he had Joan's faith in him, he could do anything.
Adam then kissed her lightly, feeling her energy and confidence rush in him. As the kiss ended, Joan grabbed the blanket to place over them as she leaned back into him again. Now in the comforting embrace of Joan, Adam saw the sun setting over the water, leaving in its wake an overwhelming orange reflection. It gave them warmth, a sense of quiet and peace.
Joan found her eyes traveling to the water at the side of the boat, seeing an image that would forever be in her memory. Ripples. Good ripples. They ensured her that everything had happened the way it was supposed to. Joan felt complete, knowing that she had created those in Adam, had given him the faith that he needed. She grabbed his hand, and motioned towards the water.
Adam followed her gaze, feeling that everything had come in full circle. Joan would forever cause good ripples inside of him. With her love, he would have faith.
The End
Reviews Welcome!!!!
RATING: PG
PAIRING: J/A
DISCLAIMER: We do not own Joan of Arcadia.
Author's Notes: The second chapter to the joint story between authors Mackenzie925 and JAAD shipper. What we think The Gift might be. What do you think? Reviews very welcome!!!! (
Chapter 2 Title: Faith
....
.....
The night before had been exhausting, though quite successful. Joan didn't realize that painting the boat was probably more difficult than actually building it. Luckily her brother and her father had finished building the boat months ago, so most of the work was already finished. Joan quickly found her mind traveling back to that episode in her life, wanting to fix the relationship between her father and her brother. She didn't realize a simple act of creating a boat would become so important. Thinking of its importance then and it's continued importance now gave her goose bumps. God certainly worked in mysterious ways.
Walking down the school hall alone, Joan knew it wouldn't last long as Grace showed up next to her, highly amused. "I love freaking your brother out."
Joan smirked. "The more you do that, the more he likes you."
Grace only shrugged, looking behind her quickly. "I have to admit, ever since he broke up with ostrich, he's been attached to me."
Joan responded, "Well, he never stopped liking you."
Grace huffed, "Can we change the subject? Find a nerdy gift yet?"
Joan sighed as they stopped at their lockers. Opening it, she replied, "Actually, I have. And it's not nerdy, it's ... cool." There was wistfulness in her voice, a sense of completion. She had found the perfect gift.
Grace grabbed her books and slammed them into her bag. "What did I tell you about wistfulness?"
Joan looked to her and smiled quite widely. "Sorry."
"Hey, as long as this gift makes Adam able to live with again, I'll be happy. And right now you're the only person that can remedy that," Grace informed, walking away, leaving Joan feeling astounded at the statement. Joan knew she was important to Adam, but hearing it from someone else made it become real. She knew she had to help him.
.....
Joan opened the door to the roof to find Adam sitting in their usual spot, doodling a bit, waiting for her. It was the spot they always met during their free periods, and this was one of them. Walking quietly up to him, she saw his head turn quickly to her, a smile crossing his lips. Sitting down next to him, Joan gave him a quick kiss, and then grabbed his hands in hers. "Hey."
"Hey."
Joan asked, "What are you drawing?"
Adam looked down to his drawing of Joan. "You bring out the best in me, Jane."
Joan smiled. "I've always wanted to be someone's muse." Adam laughed a little, squeezing her hand.
"You inspire me, yo." He then proceeded to kiss her, adding much more to his comment. Joan smiled, deepening the kiss, feeling her soul fulfilled by this person. As they released, Adam whispered, "Thank you for being with me."
"Of course I'm with you," Joan responded matter-of-factly.
Adam glanced to his painting, a sense of worry covering him. "With this summer, me working at the hotel, you at the bookstore ... I just hope we get to see each other." He returned his gaze to her, and Joan reached a hand over to caress his cheek, to wipe away that worry.
"Don't worry, it'll all work out," Joan whispered.
Adam then stood, placing the drawing down on the ground and his hands in his pockets. He then walked over to the edge of the building, looking down at all the small, moving objects below. Joan followed him, wrapping her arms around him from behind. Adam said quietly, "All I'll be doing is working this summer. And I feel like I'm losing my edge with my art. Then I won't be seeing you that much. There's not a lot to look forward to."
Joan hugged him more, placing her chin on his shoulder. "I want to take you somewhere tonight."
Adam turned in her arms, wrapping his arms around her, looking to see a glint in her eye. He couldn't help but match her smile. "Ok." He was happy that on his one day off he would be spending it with the person he loved. Adam wanted to savor it, knowing that this summer they wouldn't be seeing much of each other in the near future.
.......
Joan laughed lightly, seeing Adam a little uncomfortable with the blindfold over his eyes. She had driven him to an unknown place, as far as Adam knew, and now they were walking to an unknown place. Joan held tightly on his hand as she led him across the docks to the spot where she had put the boat. Being close to Baltimore had its advantages, and one of them was being close to water. If anything, she thought that Adam would figure where they were because of the smell of the air. It was quite obvious where they were.
Adam said quietly, "All I smell is fish, yo."
Joan smiled, squeezing his hand tighter. "It's better than that, I promise." She finally led them to the edge of dock where the boat was tied. Honestly, the boat looked much smaller in the water than it had in her garage. It was then that she stopped him and hooked her arm through his. "Ready?"
Adam only nodded.
Joan then took the blindfold off, revealing to Adam a boat. He now took in the location of the docks, the water, and seeing then the boat. In it was a picnic basket and blankets. He started to say something of the thoughtfulness of the gift when he realized the color of the boat. It was yellow. Adam felt his heart jump in his throat, feeling a sense of comfort and safety. The yellow boat from his dreams. The yellow boat from his mother's letter. The yellow boat that symbolized his past. The nostalgia filled his senses, enveloping him in that safety. Though the safety had first been given to him by his mother, it was now given to him by Joan. The love of is life.
Adam turned to her finally, seeing her eyes revealing wonderment, concern, and joy all in one. He smiled sweetly at her, and felt his eyes begin to water. Joan knew him so well. "Do you want to go for a ride?" Joan asked, seeing the emotion running over in him.
He nodded, grabbing both of her hands. "Yeah."
Joan smiled, and began to move towards it, but Adam got in first. He then helped Joan climb in. She then untied the boat from the dock and let the small sail rise, leading them into the middle of the water. Sitting across from him, Joan began looking in the picnic basket. "I brought tons of food. We could be here for a week if we wanted to."
Adam clasped her hand. "Cha, sounds good to me."
Joan shrugged, feeling the smile tugging at her lips. She only sensed Adam had moved over to her after he sat next to her on her side, encircling his arms around her. Knowing she needed to let him lead this, Joan dropped the food and leaned back into him, feeling his arms tighten around her as she did. "Do you like this?" Joan asked, already knowing the answer.
Adam couldn't hide his happiness, now feeling that his mood had drastically changed in comparison to the rest of the day. "I can't believe you remembered the letter from my mother."
Joan shrugged sheepishly, replying with a playfulness, "Of course. I make it my business to know as much about as I can."
Adam felt a comfort in that statement, knowing that even though his mother was no longer with him, he would always have Joan. No matter what. Adam whispered from behind, "My Mom used to tell me these stories, about her and I sailing in a boat, or on an adventure. It would always just be the two of us, and I knew she was telling me she would always be with me. That she would always have faith in me, in my art."
Joan turned in his arms to look at him. She moved her hand to caress his cheek again, seeing the emotion rising in his face. Giving him a small kiss on the cheek, she moved her lips to his ear and whispered, "I have faith in you." Adam felt his worries wash away, every fear he had over their relationship for this summer, his lack of faith in his art. As long as he had Joan's faith in him, he could do anything.
Adam then kissed her lightly, feeling her energy and confidence rush in him. As the kiss ended, Joan grabbed the blanket to place over them as she leaned back into him again. Now in the comforting embrace of Joan, Adam saw the sun setting over the water, leaving in its wake an overwhelming orange reflection. It gave them warmth, a sense of quiet and peace.
Joan found her eyes traveling to the water at the side of the boat, seeing an image that would forever be in her memory. Ripples. Good ripples. They ensured her that everything had happened the way it was supposed to. Joan felt complete, knowing that she had created those in Adam, had given him the faith that he needed. She grabbed his hand, and motioned towards the water.
Adam followed her gaze, feeling that everything had come in full circle. Joan would forever cause good ripples inside of him. With her love, he would have faith.
The End
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