Catching Insanity 13/?
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.
Revelations
It was slow going getting Joan settled into the car on the drive home from the hospital the next day. She rested her head against the glass of the window, watching as the houses and trees flew passed, completely immersed in her thoughts.
"You okay back there, honey?" Will asked his unusually contemplative daughter, looking in the front mirror.
"I'm fine Dad." Joan told him, sighing in exasperation. Ever since she had woken up earlier that morning her family and friends had constantly been asking her that question. "Just a bit achy."
"We're almost home, then you can take a nap." Helen offered from the front seat while her brothers stayed quiet, although looking at her in concern.
"I've been sleeping for two days, I really don't think I need more rest." Joan told her, before looking out the window once again.
They arrived home shortly thereafter and Will rushed around the other side of the car to pick Joan up when she was about to reach for her crutches. He held her in his arms as if she weighed next to nothing while she whined the whole time.
"Daddy!" Joan squealed, hitting him lightly on the shoulder. "I have used crutches before, I can get around on my own."
"You didn't have other injuries then, honey. Just humor your old man, huh?"
"Alright Daddy." She agreed leaning her head gently on his shoulder for support. He deposited her right on her bed leaving her to get lunch ready.
Once Joan was alone in her own room and her family was elsewhere she relaxed closing her eyes for a moment.
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Joan was standing underneath a large willow tree as it rained all around her. She looked up through the branches as the sky rapidly darkened. Lightning lit up the sky followed by a loud boom of thunder. When she tried to move, run to her house to escape the storm she barely put any pressure on her feet, yet she fell with a cry of pain. She stood up slowly, wavering as she took small steps. Just as she had left the cover of the tree and began getting wet from the rain she fell once again. Her crutches were nowhere to be found. She lay in the mud hopelessly, only trying to move again when the sky opened up and began spewing hail as well. Joan got to her knees only to loose her balance once again.
"Damn it!" Joan screamed, barely distinguishable over the booms of thunder. "Give me a break!"
"Let me help you up, Joan."
She looked up to see a familiar form in a well-worn brown corduroy jacket. He still seemed perfectly dry, as if the water fell right off him. He smiled winningly and held out a hand to Joan. She took it and was gently pulled to her feet. From there he pulled he against him in an attempt to shield her from the storm. Joan wrapped her arms around him without thinking, burying her head in the shallow between his neck and shoulder.
"I'm here. It's okay." He whispered to her, ruffling her hair with his breath. She felt the same peace as she did before in the hospital, only this time she was literally wrapped in God's embrace. He gently kissed her forehead before pulling he close again.
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Joan woke up with a smile on her lips, until she remembered the events of her dream. She sat up in her bed utterly shocked.
"Oh god. I told him I loved him." She exclaimed, dropping her head in her hands despairingly. "What am I going to do?"
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.
Revelations
It was slow going getting Joan settled into the car on the drive home from the hospital the next day. She rested her head against the glass of the window, watching as the houses and trees flew passed, completely immersed in her thoughts.
"You okay back there, honey?" Will asked his unusually contemplative daughter, looking in the front mirror.
"I'm fine Dad." Joan told him, sighing in exasperation. Ever since she had woken up earlier that morning her family and friends had constantly been asking her that question. "Just a bit achy."
"We're almost home, then you can take a nap." Helen offered from the front seat while her brothers stayed quiet, although looking at her in concern.
"I've been sleeping for two days, I really don't think I need more rest." Joan told her, before looking out the window once again.
They arrived home shortly thereafter and Will rushed around the other side of the car to pick Joan up when she was about to reach for her crutches. He held her in his arms as if she weighed next to nothing while she whined the whole time.
"Daddy!" Joan squealed, hitting him lightly on the shoulder. "I have used crutches before, I can get around on my own."
"You didn't have other injuries then, honey. Just humor your old man, huh?"
"Alright Daddy." She agreed leaning her head gently on his shoulder for support. He deposited her right on her bed leaving her to get lunch ready.
Once Joan was alone in her own room and her family was elsewhere she relaxed closing her eyes for a moment.
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Joan was standing underneath a large willow tree as it rained all around her. She looked up through the branches as the sky rapidly darkened. Lightning lit up the sky followed by a loud boom of thunder. When she tried to move, run to her house to escape the storm she barely put any pressure on her feet, yet she fell with a cry of pain. She stood up slowly, wavering as she took small steps. Just as she had left the cover of the tree and began getting wet from the rain she fell once again. Her crutches were nowhere to be found. She lay in the mud hopelessly, only trying to move again when the sky opened up and began spewing hail as well. Joan got to her knees only to loose her balance once again.
"Damn it!" Joan screamed, barely distinguishable over the booms of thunder. "Give me a break!"
"Let me help you up, Joan."
She looked up to see a familiar form in a well-worn brown corduroy jacket. He still seemed perfectly dry, as if the water fell right off him. He smiled winningly and held out a hand to Joan. She took it and was gently pulled to her feet. From there he pulled he against him in an attempt to shield her from the storm. Joan wrapped her arms around him without thinking, burying her head in the shallow between his neck and shoulder.
"I'm here. It's okay." He whispered to her, ruffling her hair with his breath. She felt the same peace as she did before in the hospital, only this time she was literally wrapped in God's embrace. He gently kissed her forehead before pulling he close again.
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Joan woke up with a smile on her lips, until she remembered the events of her dream. She sat up in her bed utterly shocked.
"Oh god. I told him I loved him." She exclaimed, dropping her head in her hands despairingly. "What am I going to do?"