Catching Insanity 3/?
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Cute Boy God/Joan (the blasphemy!) With small hints of Joan/Adam, and Adam/Iris
Summary: God asks Joan to lie to Adam for his own good. Will she? And if she does can she live with the confusion that follows?
Authors Note: This fic is going to be about Joan's evolving feelings for God and the ensuing insanity this causes our poor heroine. If this squicks anyone read no further. Thank you kindly.
Thanks so much for the reviews. I'm glad you all are enjoying the story so far. I honestly wasn't expecting much of a response, so thank you again.
Warning: Mentions cutting, suicide and alcoholism. Be warned. I am sure some people will think this is unrealistic, but it needed to be done for the sake of the rest of the story.
Hypothetically Speaking
"No I am not feeling better." Joan snapped at God as he stooped down to pick up the thrown carrots. "And didn't I tell you to leave me alone?"
"I understand you're upset with me right now and frustrated, Joan." God told her gently causing her to get even angrier.
"No you don't! You just tell me to do things and I do them, but it seems more often then not they're to the determent of my personal life."
"You can not always see the big picture Joan. Even if to you this doesn't seem like an important decision-"
"Of course it's an important decision! You just had me ruin my life due to some grand plan." Joan interrupted dramatically.
God just watched her quietly with a raised eyebrow as she calmed down a bit. She had the good grace to blush at her outburst.
"I did not mean it wasn't important to you, merely that I didn't think you would place the same amount of importance to it in my 'grand plan' as you so sarcastically call it." God continued unperturbed after a long moment of silence. "I would think after all this time you would at least realize there is more at stake than what you are aware of due to your actions. Remember the ripples, Joan."
"I know you have a plan, but why would it be necessary that I tell the person I love to move on?" Joan asked desperately, looking pleadingly into God's gaze. "I've tried my best to do what you ask, can't you just give me a hint?"
"It won't make you feel any better about losing Adam." God warned caustically.
"I don't care. I need to know that I did the right thing."
"My word alone is not good enough for you?" God asked softly, looking almost hurt when she didn't deny it immediately. Instead she just looked at him sorrowfully, her expression both miserable and hopeful.
"Please." She begged hoarsely.
"As you wish, Joan. But don't say I didn't warn you." God agreed, gesturing for them to sit down at the kitchen table, forgetting for the moment the soup preparations still sitting on the counter. "Hypothetically speaking say you told Adam you loved him. He breaks up with Iris before the study group on Saturday, having no way of knowing that she just got some troubling news about her father that same afternoon. Distraught and with no one to confide in she turns to cutting as an escape, after having stopped for a seven months. Unfortunately this time she was so upset that she cut deeper into her arms then she meant to, and with no one around that night she ends up bleeding to death on her bathroom floor."
"Oh my god." Joan whispers softly as tears fall down her face. "She wouldn't…"
"There's more to go. Do you want me to go on?"
Joan nods slightly, her throat too clogged to speak aloud.
"So Adam calls her house that Monday to see if she was sick since she missed school and finds out what happened. From there it is all down hill for Adam. Needless to say he blames himself and becomes depressed, starts skipping school eventually dropping out near the end of your junior year. He stops making his art and begins drinking heavily. You try to pull him out of his depression, even suggest going to counseling together in an attempt to get him to go. He refuses. One night a few weeks after you have an argument about his drinking, he goes out driving after breaking into his father's liquor cabinet and smashes his car into a van with a family of four, including two small children. There are no survivors."
By the time God finished his narrative Joan is near hyperventilating she is crying so uncontrollably. Her head is resting on her shoulders and tears continued to fall down her cheeks one after another.
"H-how could you let them…" Joan began only to loose it again before she could finish her question.
"I didn't Joan." God answered soothingly from close to her head, having moved closer to her when she was preoccupied. "That's the point, isn't it? You wanted to know why so I told you."
"But how could they, how could he?" She stuttered not able to think let alone speak in complete sentences after what God told her.
"People react differently to grief, Joan." God told her, putting a hand on her upper arm as she stared at the tabletop, still in shock. "However, thanks to your actions, that hypothetical scenario isn't likely to happen now."
"Not likely?"
"Free will, remember?" God reminded her.
"Okay, but…"
"This time around Iris will have Adam and you guys with her on Saturday, hence she won't be alone."
"Hey did you forget you invited yourself to go along?" Joan smirked slightly, her joke falling flat thanks to the still tension filled atmosphere.
"No I didn't forget." God answered simply, getting up from the table and buttoning his coat as he walked towards the front door. "I'll see you on Saturday, Joan."
"What?!?" Joan screeched to the already closed door. "How do I get myself into these things?"
Joan proceeded to hit her head repeatedly onto the table in frustration.
"Who knew God was completely out of his mind?"
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Cute Boy God/Joan (the blasphemy!) With small hints of Joan/Adam, and Adam/Iris
Summary: God asks Joan to lie to Adam for his own good. Will she? And if she does can she live with the confusion that follows?
Authors Note: This fic is going to be about Joan's evolving feelings for God and the ensuing insanity this causes our poor heroine. If this squicks anyone read no further. Thank you kindly.
Thanks so much for the reviews. I'm glad you all are enjoying the story so far. I honestly wasn't expecting much of a response, so thank you again.
Warning: Mentions cutting, suicide and alcoholism. Be warned. I am sure some people will think this is unrealistic, but it needed to be done for the sake of the rest of the story.
Hypothetically Speaking
"No I am not feeling better." Joan snapped at God as he stooped down to pick up the thrown carrots. "And didn't I tell you to leave me alone?"
"I understand you're upset with me right now and frustrated, Joan." God told her gently causing her to get even angrier.
"No you don't! You just tell me to do things and I do them, but it seems more often then not they're to the determent of my personal life."
"You can not always see the big picture Joan. Even if to you this doesn't seem like an important decision-"
"Of course it's an important decision! You just had me ruin my life due to some grand plan." Joan interrupted dramatically.
God just watched her quietly with a raised eyebrow as she calmed down a bit. She had the good grace to blush at her outburst.
"I did not mean it wasn't important to you, merely that I didn't think you would place the same amount of importance to it in my 'grand plan' as you so sarcastically call it." God continued unperturbed after a long moment of silence. "I would think after all this time you would at least realize there is more at stake than what you are aware of due to your actions. Remember the ripples, Joan."
"I know you have a plan, but why would it be necessary that I tell the person I love to move on?" Joan asked desperately, looking pleadingly into God's gaze. "I've tried my best to do what you ask, can't you just give me a hint?"
"It won't make you feel any better about losing Adam." God warned caustically.
"I don't care. I need to know that I did the right thing."
"My word alone is not good enough for you?" God asked softly, looking almost hurt when she didn't deny it immediately. Instead she just looked at him sorrowfully, her expression both miserable and hopeful.
"Please." She begged hoarsely.
"As you wish, Joan. But don't say I didn't warn you." God agreed, gesturing for them to sit down at the kitchen table, forgetting for the moment the soup preparations still sitting on the counter. "Hypothetically speaking say you told Adam you loved him. He breaks up with Iris before the study group on Saturday, having no way of knowing that she just got some troubling news about her father that same afternoon. Distraught and with no one to confide in she turns to cutting as an escape, after having stopped for a seven months. Unfortunately this time she was so upset that she cut deeper into her arms then she meant to, and with no one around that night she ends up bleeding to death on her bathroom floor."
"Oh my god." Joan whispers softly as tears fall down her face. "She wouldn't…"
"There's more to go. Do you want me to go on?"
Joan nods slightly, her throat too clogged to speak aloud.
"So Adam calls her house that Monday to see if she was sick since she missed school and finds out what happened. From there it is all down hill for Adam. Needless to say he blames himself and becomes depressed, starts skipping school eventually dropping out near the end of your junior year. He stops making his art and begins drinking heavily. You try to pull him out of his depression, even suggest going to counseling together in an attempt to get him to go. He refuses. One night a few weeks after you have an argument about his drinking, he goes out driving after breaking into his father's liquor cabinet and smashes his car into a van with a family of four, including two small children. There are no survivors."
By the time God finished his narrative Joan is near hyperventilating she is crying so uncontrollably. Her head is resting on her shoulders and tears continued to fall down her cheeks one after another.
"H-how could you let them…" Joan began only to loose it again before she could finish her question.
"I didn't Joan." God answered soothingly from close to her head, having moved closer to her when she was preoccupied. "That's the point, isn't it? You wanted to know why so I told you."
"But how could they, how could he?" She stuttered not able to think let alone speak in complete sentences after what God told her.
"People react differently to grief, Joan." God told her, putting a hand on her upper arm as she stared at the tabletop, still in shock. "However, thanks to your actions, that hypothetical scenario isn't likely to happen now."
"Not likely?"
"Free will, remember?" God reminded her.
"Okay, but…"
"This time around Iris will have Adam and you guys with her on Saturday, hence she won't be alone."
"Hey did you forget you invited yourself to go along?" Joan smirked slightly, her joke falling flat thanks to the still tension filled atmosphere.
"No I didn't forget." God answered simply, getting up from the table and buttoning his coat as he walked towards the front door. "I'll see you on Saturday, Joan."
"What?!?" Joan screeched to the already closed door. "How do I get myself into these things?"
Joan proceeded to hit her head repeatedly onto the table in frustration.
"Who knew God was completely out of his mind?"