Catching Insanity 12/?
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 Violence. Pretty graphic beating. Read at your own risk. Sorry for the coming part, but it is essential to the plot. Please keep reading. Also Joan is a bit of a weirdo in this chapter, blame the morphine.
Anger and Fuzzy Fluffiness
Iris ran downstairs as fast as she could, taking the stairs two at a time, leaving Joan in her bedroom trying to get Adam up and moving with little success.
"Come on Adam. Get up." Joan pleaded frantically, pulling Adam's arm as hard as she could. There was no response as he continued to lay where he had fallen, completely unresponsive to her cries.
Her attention was so focused on helping Adam that she didn't notice Iris' father moving until it was too late. Joan was roughly grabbed from behind by her upper arms and hauled to her feet, twisting her ankle painfully in the process.
"Where is Iris?" He hollered, shaking her so hard that her teeth snapped together catching on her unprotected tongue, causing blood to trickle down the side of her mouth.
"She's not here. Probably run off by now."
"You interfering bitch!" Iris' irate father screamed, pulling her hair until she was forced nose to nose with him, her feet barely touching the ground beneath her. "You need to learn to mind your own business and I'm just the one to teach you."
Joan felt a sharp pain across her upper cheek as he slapped her causing her to loose her precarious balance and fall, hitting her head on the corner of Iris' nightstand. She barely felt it as she was repeatedly kicked, her head clouded by the fall. Her eyes fluttered painfully closed and she knew no more.
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"She has a concussion and two cracked ribs as well as a twisted left ankle. She should be able to leave tomorrow as long as she keeps off her foot for a few days. I will give you a prescription that should help with the pain."
"Thank you, Doctor." Will and Helen murmured quietly as they watched their daughter's drugged sleep.
Just as they were about to leave the room, Joan's eyes opened slightly before closing immediately afterwards.
"Ughh. Too white." She mumbled squeezing her eyes closed, ignoring the fact that her head was trying to float off her body. Once she realized that the lights had been dimmed she reluctantly opened her eyes to slits and looked at the fuzzy shapes in front of her. "Hey fuzzy, come her to your Auntie Joan."
She patted the space beside her slightly and sighed in relief as she felt the bed sift next to her.
"Good boy, Fuzzy." Joan praised patting 'him' on the hand.
"Joan honey, how are you feeling?"
"Who?" She asked curiously moving her head slightly to look over Fuzzy's shoulder. "Mom?"
"It's me baby. You're in the hospital. The doctors say you'll be fine."
"What 'apened?" Joan asked shakily. "Hurts."
"I know Joan, but you'll be fine. We caught Thomas and Adam and Iris are both fine." Will reassured his daughter holding her hand gently in the both of his. He ignored the fact that she kept mumbling what a good boy Fuzzy was.
"Oh god! Adam was hit." She remembered suddenly attempting to sit up before falling back woozily. "Shouldn't 'a done that."
"Calm down, honey. Adam is fine, in fact he's waiting with Iris, Grace and your brothers in the waiting room."
"M 'kay." Joan agreed softly, burrowing into her pillow. "Sleepy now."
"Go to sleep then. We'll see you when you wake up, and hopefully you be feeling more yourself."
The next time she awoke the light was shining through her window and someone was in the process of closing the shades.
"Fuzzy?" She called out feeling needy. "Where are you?"
"I'm here, Joan." A man's voice called out from beside her. She relaxed immediately and a beautiful smile graced her face as she realized Fuzzy had returned. She held her hand palm side up and wiggled her fingers expectantly, putting when Fuzzy hesitated a minute too long. She heard a soft sigh and then her hand was enclosed with warmth and for the first time that afternoon she felt at peace.
"Missed you." She slurred heavily, pulling up both their hands and pressing a sweet kiss to Fuzzy's fingers. "Such a pretty nice hand."
She continued to pat the hand to her cheek before cuddling it close and closing her eyes, still extremely tired.
"Love you, Fuzzy." She whispered softly before falling gently to sleep.
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 Violence. Pretty graphic beating. Read at your own risk. Sorry for the coming part, but it is essential to the plot. Please keep reading. Also Joan is a bit of a weirdo in this chapter, blame the morphine.
Anger and Fuzzy Fluffiness
Iris ran downstairs as fast as she could, taking the stairs two at a time, leaving Joan in her bedroom trying to get Adam up and moving with little success.
"Come on Adam. Get up." Joan pleaded frantically, pulling Adam's arm as hard as she could. There was no response as he continued to lay where he had fallen, completely unresponsive to her cries.
Her attention was so focused on helping Adam that she didn't notice Iris' father moving until it was too late. Joan was roughly grabbed from behind by her upper arms and hauled to her feet, twisting her ankle painfully in the process.
"Where is Iris?" He hollered, shaking her so hard that her teeth snapped together catching on her unprotected tongue, causing blood to trickle down the side of her mouth.
"She's not here. Probably run off by now."
"You interfering bitch!" Iris' irate father screamed, pulling her hair until she was forced nose to nose with him, her feet barely touching the ground beneath her. "You need to learn to mind your own business and I'm just the one to teach you."
Joan felt a sharp pain across her upper cheek as he slapped her causing her to loose her precarious balance and fall, hitting her head on the corner of Iris' nightstand. She barely felt it as she was repeatedly kicked, her head clouded by the fall. Her eyes fluttered painfully closed and she knew no more.
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"She has a concussion and two cracked ribs as well as a twisted left ankle. She should be able to leave tomorrow as long as she keeps off her foot for a few days. I will give you a prescription that should help with the pain."
"Thank you, Doctor." Will and Helen murmured quietly as they watched their daughter's drugged sleep.
Just as they were about to leave the room, Joan's eyes opened slightly before closing immediately afterwards.
"Ughh. Too white." She mumbled squeezing her eyes closed, ignoring the fact that her head was trying to float off her body. Once she realized that the lights had been dimmed she reluctantly opened her eyes to slits and looked at the fuzzy shapes in front of her. "Hey fuzzy, come her to your Auntie Joan."
She patted the space beside her slightly and sighed in relief as she felt the bed sift next to her.
"Good boy, Fuzzy." Joan praised patting 'him' on the hand.
"Joan honey, how are you feeling?"
"Who?" She asked curiously moving her head slightly to look over Fuzzy's shoulder. "Mom?"
"It's me baby. You're in the hospital. The doctors say you'll be fine."
"What 'apened?" Joan asked shakily. "Hurts."
"I know Joan, but you'll be fine. We caught Thomas and Adam and Iris are both fine." Will reassured his daughter holding her hand gently in the both of his. He ignored the fact that she kept mumbling what a good boy Fuzzy was.
"Oh god! Adam was hit." She remembered suddenly attempting to sit up before falling back woozily. "Shouldn't 'a done that."
"Calm down, honey. Adam is fine, in fact he's waiting with Iris, Grace and your brothers in the waiting room."
"M 'kay." Joan agreed softly, burrowing into her pillow. "Sleepy now."
"Go to sleep then. We'll see you when you wake up, and hopefully you be feeling more yourself."
The next time she awoke the light was shining through her window and someone was in the process of closing the shades.
"Fuzzy?" She called out feeling needy. "Where are you?"
"I'm here, Joan." A man's voice called out from beside her. She relaxed immediately and a beautiful smile graced her face as she realized Fuzzy had returned. She held her hand palm side up and wiggled her fingers expectantly, putting when Fuzzy hesitated a minute too long. She heard a soft sigh and then her hand was enclosed with warmth and for the first time that afternoon she felt at peace.
"Missed you." She slurred heavily, pulling up both their hands and pressing a sweet kiss to Fuzzy's fingers. "Such a pretty nice hand."
She continued to pat the hand to her cheek before cuddling it close and closing her eyes, still extremely tired.
"Love you, Fuzzy." She whispered softly before falling gently to sleep.