Catching Insanity 14/?
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.
How Do I Love Thee?
"So I love him, it's no big deal. I mean everyone loves him to a certain extent. He's God." Joan tried to convince herself. "It doesn't have to mean anything."
Joan was still trying to put it out of her mind the next day at school as she hobbled through the corridors with her crutches. Both Adam and Iris were sticking close to her, as were Grace and Luke. They seemed to think she was fragile or something, and it was getting on her nerves.
After AP Chemistry Joan needed a bit of time away from them and went to throw some water on her face. If they weren't making sure she didn't fall on her face, they were asking about Gideon. It seems that while she was heavily medicated and calling him Fuzzy, the others noticed his visit as well.
While she had just come to the conclusion that she loved God, her friends and family just wouldn't leave her alone about him. Adam especially, took his visit to mean that he forgave her, and was looking to see how she was. When she tried to convince him, and herself, that it meant no such thing, he merely smirked at her and started talking to Iris. Who knew Adam even knew how to smirk?
Joan stumbled into the bathroom and leaned her crutches against the nearest sink as she threw a few handfuls of cold water on her overheated face.
[Why am I even worrying about this, it's all just pretend anyway. Which is a good thing, I feel enough like an insane person as it is. I really am not looking to fall in love with a divine deity in one of his many incarnations. Hell I just miss him. There's no cause to get overly dramatic about it." With that settled Joan dried her face and began drying her hands. "Maybe if I just liked the Gideon persona I'd be normal, ignoring the whole God thing, cuz uh, not so normal. I like them all. I mean obviously I don't want to make out with the little girl. Ick! But I do li-love all of them in their own way. It's his own fault anyway. Why couldn't God have stuck to one form and it have been a wrinkly old man? Then I could love him in peace. Argg!!]
Just then Grace opened the door to the Girl's Room and stuck her head in.
"Almost finished in there, Girardi?"
"Yeah I'm done." Joan told her, grabbing her crutches and hopping out the door, which Grace held open for her. "Let's get to lunch I'm starved."
The day passed in much the same vein as the morning, with Joan inwardly berating herself and her friends worrying needlessly. Joan had her head in her locker looking for her English book to take home with her that afternoon, when Adam jostled her shoulder causing her to bump her against the side of her locker.
"Hey Jane?"
"What?" Joan snapped finally pulling out of her locker, rubbing her head gingerly. She tried not to glare angrily when she saw a smirk on Adam's face again. "Well? Was there a particular reason you knocked me into my locker or what?"
Adam stayed silent merely nodded his head in the opposite direction down the hall. Joan looked around in confusion for a moment before she saw God walking her way. He had a gentle smile on his face causing her to blush and look away. All of a sudden the thoughts she had been worrying over all day came back to her and she got flustered.
"I've got to go. Um, see you later." Joan told Grace and Adam, slamming her locker shut and trying to grab her book bag and crutches in one hand. Her exit would have been more graceful, not to mention quicker had she not hurt her ankle. She only got a few feet away from where her friends were looking at her in shock when Gideon caught up with her retreating body. Before she knew it he was standing in front of her, blocking her escape.
"Hello Joan."
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.
How Do I Love Thee?
"So I love him, it's no big deal. I mean everyone loves him to a certain extent. He's God." Joan tried to convince herself. "It doesn't have to mean anything."
Joan was still trying to put it out of her mind the next day at school as she hobbled through the corridors with her crutches. Both Adam and Iris were sticking close to her, as were Grace and Luke. They seemed to think she was fragile or something, and it was getting on her nerves.
After AP Chemistry Joan needed a bit of time away from them and went to throw some water on her face. If they weren't making sure she didn't fall on her face, they were asking about Gideon. It seems that while she was heavily medicated and calling him Fuzzy, the others noticed his visit as well.
While she had just come to the conclusion that she loved God, her friends and family just wouldn't leave her alone about him. Adam especially, took his visit to mean that he forgave her, and was looking to see how she was. When she tried to convince him, and herself, that it meant no such thing, he merely smirked at her and started talking to Iris. Who knew Adam even knew how to smirk?
Joan stumbled into the bathroom and leaned her crutches against the nearest sink as she threw a few handfuls of cold water on her overheated face.
[Why am I even worrying about this, it's all just pretend anyway. Which is a good thing, I feel enough like an insane person as it is. I really am not looking to fall in love with a divine deity in one of his many incarnations. Hell I just miss him. There's no cause to get overly dramatic about it." With that settled Joan dried her face and began drying her hands. "Maybe if I just liked the Gideon persona I'd be normal, ignoring the whole God thing, cuz uh, not so normal. I like them all. I mean obviously I don't want to make out with the little girl. Ick! But I do li-love all of them in their own way. It's his own fault anyway. Why couldn't God have stuck to one form and it have been a wrinkly old man? Then I could love him in peace. Argg!!]
Just then Grace opened the door to the Girl's Room and stuck her head in.
"Almost finished in there, Girardi?"
"Yeah I'm done." Joan told her, grabbing her crutches and hopping out the door, which Grace held open for her. "Let's get to lunch I'm starved."
The day passed in much the same vein as the morning, with Joan inwardly berating herself and her friends worrying needlessly. Joan had her head in her locker looking for her English book to take home with her that afternoon, when Adam jostled her shoulder causing her to bump her against the side of her locker.
"Hey Jane?"
"What?" Joan snapped finally pulling out of her locker, rubbing her head gingerly. She tried not to glare angrily when she saw a smirk on Adam's face again. "Well? Was there a particular reason you knocked me into my locker or what?"
Adam stayed silent merely nodded his head in the opposite direction down the hall. Joan looked around in confusion for a moment before she saw God walking her way. He had a gentle smile on his face causing her to blush and look away. All of a sudden the thoughts she had been worrying over all day came back to her and she got flustered.
"I've got to go. Um, see you later." Joan told Grace and Adam, slamming her locker shut and trying to grab her book bag and crutches in one hand. Her exit would have been more graceful, not to mention quicker had she not hurt her ankle. She only got a few feet away from where her friends were looking at her in shock when Gideon caught up with her retreating body. Before she knew it he was standing in front of her, blocking her escape.
"Hello Joan."