Catching Insanity 15/?
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.
A Walk in the Park
"Hello Joan."
"Er, hi." Joan answered hesitantly, waving slightly. "What are you doing here?"
"I told you I would see you again." He commented softly, smiling at her unusual reluctance to speak to him. "I visited you in the hospital, but you were quite out of it. I don't think you even knew who I was."
[Yes I did.]
Joan blushed fiercely recalling telling him she loved him and cuddling with his hand.
"I was drugged." She blurted out suddenly, glancing at his smiling face before staring at the ground. "I've got to go now preferably somewhere in Tanzania."
She turned away hastily about to walk the opposite direction much to the amusement of her friends who were blocking her from fleeing willy-nilly down the corridor.
"Well I don't know about Tanzania Joan, but how about a walk in the park?" Gideon suggested innocently as Joan glared at her so-called friends who all were nudging her closed to Gideon.
"Guys!" She whined pitifully.
"Hey I already have had to listen to you mope for weeks Girardi." Grace told her, giving the girl a push into Gideon. She would have stumbled had he not caught her in his arms.
"How 'bout it Joan?"
[Damn it! How do I get myself into these situations?]
"Fine, let's go." She agreed angrily, walking away without a backward glance to see if he was following her. Just as she reached the doors to the school she heard her friends calling her name. She glanced over her shoulder moodily.
"Have fun."
"Arggg!" She screamed frustrated, whipping her head around and strode outside grumbling all the while. "See if I ever save his life again."
She walked for a few more blocks, stewing angrily before she turned a corner and head toward the park. Joan finally relaxed somewhat as she crossed the bridge and stood in the middle looking over at the water.
"Feeling a bit calmer?" Gideon asked as he walked up to her other side and stood close to her, looking at the lake in front of them.
"You're still here?" Joan asked sarcastically without looking at him.
"First you want me to stay, now you wish for me to leave?" He questioned softly. "Very well, Joan."
God stepped away from her and took a step back about to turn around.
"Hey!" Joan panicked, grabbing his arm. "I don't want you to leave. I'm just being a bitch. Sorry."
When he merely looked at her impassively and then glanced at the restraining hand she still had on his upper arm she felt discouraged. Joan let go of him and stepped closer, staring at his soft brown eyes.
"Please stay." She asked him softly.
"All you had to do was ask, Joan." He told her, taking his place looking over the lake once again.
She watched his profile for a few seconds before hesitantly stepping to his side. They watched the view in silence for a few minutes until the breeze began to pick up, rustling Joan's hair.
"Let's walk around. The activity will keep you warm." He told her softly, not wanting to break the momentary peace they had forged.
"Okay." Joan quickly agreed, following his path through the park.
She noticed that they were walking the bike paths, far away from the area the public used for children. There were trees on all sides with a soft dirt path underneath her feet. It was beautiful. The only drawback about the path was that due to the cover of the trees, the sun was blocked out, causing it to become a bit chilly. Joan wrapper her jacket covered arms around herself, in an attempt to get warm. She jumped in surprise when Gideon placed an arm around her shoulder and drew her closer to him, so that his own body heat warmed her.
"You really shouldn't do things like this." She told him softly, staring determinedly ahead.
"Why not?" He asked her in the same tone of voice, ruffling her hair with his breath.
"You mean you don't know?" Joan asked halfway between sarcasm and a question.
"Explain it to me."
"It gives me ideas, that's why." Joan told him, blushing red under his regard.
"What kind of ideas?"
"Are you deliberately being a pain in the ass?" Joan asked exasperated with his supposed ignorance.
"Not deliberately, no." He answered seriously, stopping and turning Joan to face him. He waited to continue until she looked up at him again. "Didn't I tell you that I already knew why you were upset with me, but you needed to figure it out for yourself?"
"Yeah, and?" She asked him hesitantly.
"I'll ask you again. What kind of ideas have you been having?"
"Are you sure you really want to know?"
"Yes I really want to know." He assured her gently.
"This kind." She told him in a whisper, before hesitantly pressing her lips against his own in a chaste kiss, not wanting to offend. Joan stepped back quickly and watched him for a reaction. The only sound around them were the birds chirping as long seconds passed with them staring at each other.
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.
A Walk in the Park
"Hello Joan."
"Er, hi." Joan answered hesitantly, waving slightly. "What are you doing here?"
"I told you I would see you again." He commented softly, smiling at her unusual reluctance to speak to him. "I visited you in the hospital, but you were quite out of it. I don't think you even knew who I was."
[Yes I did.]
Joan blushed fiercely recalling telling him she loved him and cuddling with his hand.
"I was drugged." She blurted out suddenly, glancing at his smiling face before staring at the ground. "I've got to go now preferably somewhere in Tanzania."
She turned away hastily about to walk the opposite direction much to the amusement of her friends who were blocking her from fleeing willy-nilly down the corridor.
"Well I don't know about Tanzania Joan, but how about a walk in the park?" Gideon suggested innocently as Joan glared at her so-called friends who all were nudging her closed to Gideon.
"Guys!" She whined pitifully.
"Hey I already have had to listen to you mope for weeks Girardi." Grace told her, giving the girl a push into Gideon. She would have stumbled had he not caught her in his arms.
"How 'bout it Joan?"
[Damn it! How do I get myself into these situations?]
"Fine, let's go." She agreed angrily, walking away without a backward glance to see if he was following her. Just as she reached the doors to the school she heard her friends calling her name. She glanced over her shoulder moodily.
"Have fun."
"Arggg!" She screamed frustrated, whipping her head around and strode outside grumbling all the while. "See if I ever save his life again."
She walked for a few more blocks, stewing angrily before she turned a corner and head toward the park. Joan finally relaxed somewhat as she crossed the bridge and stood in the middle looking over at the water.
"Feeling a bit calmer?" Gideon asked as he walked up to her other side and stood close to her, looking at the lake in front of them.
"You're still here?" Joan asked sarcastically without looking at him.
"First you want me to stay, now you wish for me to leave?" He questioned softly. "Very well, Joan."
God stepped away from her and took a step back about to turn around.
"Hey!" Joan panicked, grabbing his arm. "I don't want you to leave. I'm just being a bitch. Sorry."
When he merely looked at her impassively and then glanced at the restraining hand she still had on his upper arm she felt discouraged. Joan let go of him and stepped closer, staring at his soft brown eyes.
"Please stay." She asked him softly.
"All you had to do was ask, Joan." He told her, taking his place looking over the lake once again.
She watched his profile for a few seconds before hesitantly stepping to his side. They watched the view in silence for a few minutes until the breeze began to pick up, rustling Joan's hair.
"Let's walk around. The activity will keep you warm." He told her softly, not wanting to break the momentary peace they had forged.
"Okay." Joan quickly agreed, following his path through the park.
She noticed that they were walking the bike paths, far away from the area the public used for children. There were trees on all sides with a soft dirt path underneath her feet. It was beautiful. The only drawback about the path was that due to the cover of the trees, the sun was blocked out, causing it to become a bit chilly. Joan wrapper her jacket covered arms around herself, in an attempt to get warm. She jumped in surprise when Gideon placed an arm around her shoulder and drew her closer to him, so that his own body heat warmed her.
"You really shouldn't do things like this." She told him softly, staring determinedly ahead.
"Why not?" He asked her in the same tone of voice, ruffling her hair with his breath.
"You mean you don't know?" Joan asked halfway between sarcasm and a question.
"Explain it to me."
"It gives me ideas, that's why." Joan told him, blushing red under his regard.
"What kind of ideas?"
"Are you deliberately being a pain in the ass?" Joan asked exasperated with his supposed ignorance.
"Not deliberately, no." He answered seriously, stopping and turning Joan to face him. He waited to continue until she looked up at him again. "Didn't I tell you that I already knew why you were upset with me, but you needed to figure it out for yourself?"
"Yeah, and?" She asked him hesitantly.
"I'll ask you again. What kind of ideas have you been having?"
"Are you sure you really want to know?"
"Yes I really want to know." He assured her gently.
"This kind." She told him in a whisper, before hesitantly pressing her lips against his own in a chaste kiss, not wanting to offend. Joan stepped back quickly and watched him for a reaction. The only sound around them were the birds chirping as long seconds passed with them staring at each other.