Catching Insanity 9/?
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.
Warning: Physical abuse and alcoholism mentioned.
Intervening Grace
Joan walked home from the park feeling if possible worse than when she entered it. Over the time that she's spoken to God, she often wished he would find someone different to give assignments to. The lying and odd looks she's gotten from just about everybody has worn on her quite a bit the last year. Having finally been given a little peace and quiet, Joan should be elated, not down in the dumps like she is.
"It's not forever, Girardi. Only a few weeks. No big deal." She mumbled to herself in an effort at reassurance.
"Talking to yourself again?" Grace called out from behind her. As she walked up to Joan she saw her distraught face and her expression instantly softened. "What's going on?"
"Nothing much." Joan answered automatically.
"Sure, so you just look like someone ran over your puppy for no reason at all? Tell me another, Girardi."
"Grace, leave it alone would you?" Joan began whining, her eyes once again filling with tears. She turned and began walking at a fast pace only to be grabbed gently by Grace.
"Seriously Girardi, what's the matter? You haven't been yourself for a few days now."
"There's just been all this drama recently. I mean you saw how Adam has been behaving, yeah?"
"If you mean alternating between giving you pissed off looks and being all over Squeaky then yeah, I've noticed."
"Exactly. I just don't know how to handle him."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but why would you worry about Adam's ego at all? I mean you do have Gideon, let Adam come through it in his own time."
"That's just it Grace. I don't have G-Gideon at all!" Joan blurted out only realizing her words after she spoke. She threw a hand over her traitorous mouth as if she could keep the words inside. "Er, I mean…"
"Did you and Gideon have a fight already?" Grace asked as they walked.
"Not exactly."
"Then what exactly?" Grace asked impatiently.
"Well I might have been preoccupied with Adam and Iris."
"You mean you've been acting like a jealous witch."
"Hey!" Joan exclaimed in shock, looking over at Grace angrily.
"It's true, Girardi." Grace responded innocently. "So Gideon got pissed that you were thinking more of Adam and Iris then you guys?"
"Kinda. He just told me to figure out where I stood with them and then we'd figure 'us' out."
"Sounds like sensible advice."
"But he just left."
"It's not like he went to Tanzania, Joan." Grace interrupted in exasperation. "He'll obviously be around once you figure out what you want. So calm down already, will ya?"
"Thanks Grace. I've been kind of a spaz recently."
"No comment. Since you're up this early on the weekend, what say you and I go to a movie?"
"Sure, let me just stop by my house and tell my mom."
They walked a few blocks in silence listening to the sounds of the neighborhood. As they walked up Joan's street, she turned suddenly and gave Grace a quick one-armed hug, letting go before she could be berated for the emotional display.
"What was that for?" Grace asked disdainfully.
"A thank you." Joan answered, skipping ahead of her irate friend.
"Ever heard of a handshake?" Grace called sarcastically after her as she retreated into the house. "Geez."
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.
Warning: Physical abuse and alcoholism mentioned.
Intervening Grace
Joan walked home from the park feeling if possible worse than when she entered it. Over the time that she's spoken to God, she often wished he would find someone different to give assignments to. The lying and odd looks she's gotten from just about everybody has worn on her quite a bit the last year. Having finally been given a little peace and quiet, Joan should be elated, not down in the dumps like she is.
"It's not forever, Girardi. Only a few weeks. No big deal." She mumbled to herself in an effort at reassurance.
"Talking to yourself again?" Grace called out from behind her. As she walked up to Joan she saw her distraught face and her expression instantly softened. "What's going on?"
"Nothing much." Joan answered automatically.
"Sure, so you just look like someone ran over your puppy for no reason at all? Tell me another, Girardi."
"Grace, leave it alone would you?" Joan began whining, her eyes once again filling with tears. She turned and began walking at a fast pace only to be grabbed gently by Grace.
"Seriously Girardi, what's the matter? You haven't been yourself for a few days now."
"There's just been all this drama recently. I mean you saw how Adam has been behaving, yeah?"
"If you mean alternating between giving you pissed off looks and being all over Squeaky then yeah, I've noticed."
"Exactly. I just don't know how to handle him."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but why would you worry about Adam's ego at all? I mean you do have Gideon, let Adam come through it in his own time."
"That's just it Grace. I don't have G-Gideon at all!" Joan blurted out only realizing her words after she spoke. She threw a hand over her traitorous mouth as if she could keep the words inside. "Er, I mean…"
"Did you and Gideon have a fight already?" Grace asked as they walked.
"Not exactly."
"Then what exactly?" Grace asked impatiently.
"Well I might have been preoccupied with Adam and Iris."
"You mean you've been acting like a jealous witch."
"Hey!" Joan exclaimed in shock, looking over at Grace angrily.
"It's true, Girardi." Grace responded innocently. "So Gideon got pissed that you were thinking more of Adam and Iris then you guys?"
"Kinda. He just told me to figure out where I stood with them and then we'd figure 'us' out."
"Sounds like sensible advice."
"But he just left."
"It's not like he went to Tanzania, Joan." Grace interrupted in exasperation. "He'll obviously be around once you figure out what you want. So calm down already, will ya?"
"Thanks Grace. I've been kind of a spaz recently."
"No comment. Since you're up this early on the weekend, what say you and I go to a movie?"
"Sure, let me just stop by my house and tell my mom."
They walked a few blocks in silence listening to the sounds of the neighborhood. As they walked up Joan's street, she turned suddenly and gave Grace a quick one-armed hug, letting go before she could be berated for the emotional display.
"What was that for?" Grace asked disdainfully.
"A thank you." Joan answered, skipping ahead of her irate friend.
"Ever heard of a handshake?" Grace called sarcastically after her as she retreated into the house. "Geez."