bDisclaimer:/b I do not own anything pertaining to iJoan of Arcadia/i. The concept, characters and show are all property of Barbara Hall and CBS. Bless her heart for creating such a great show! The song iMine All Mine/i is the intellectual property of SheDaisy.
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Author's Notes: The Your Song challenge required that one choose a song one loved, any song, and create a drabble based on that song and title in that song. I chose SheDaisy's Mine All Mine.
This takes place during St. Joan as Joan tries to deal with the repercussions of her actions and the knowledge that she is no longer Jane.
Enjoy,
Everwood2003
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Author: Everwood2003
Title: Comfort
Word Count: 100
Challenge: Your Song
Whatever, Joan.
You. Said. My. Name.
It wasn't supposed to hurt so bad when you finally said it. It wasn't supposed to mean anything more than what it was.
My name.
You were the weird stoner guy. Then you were the sweet, sensitive friend with his weirdo art. Everything was easy back then.
Back when I was Jane.
I hate being on this self-pity trip, hate knowing that I could have, should have handled things differently.
But I didn't.
I can't even blame it on Him, as much as I'd like to. It's no one's fault but my own.
Mine. All. Mine.
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Author's Notes: The Your Song challenge required that one choose a song one loved, any song, and create a drabble based on that song and title in that song. I chose SheDaisy's Mine All Mine.
This takes place during St. Joan as Joan tries to deal with the repercussions of her actions and the knowledge that she is no longer Jane.
Enjoy,
Everwood2003
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Author: Everwood2003
Title: Comfort
Word Count: 100
Challenge: Your Song
Whatever, Joan.
You. Said. My. Name.
It wasn't supposed to hurt so bad when you finally said it. It wasn't supposed to mean anything more than what it was.
My name.
You were the weird stoner guy. Then you were the sweet, sensitive friend with his weirdo art. Everything was easy back then.
Back when I was Jane.
I hate being on this self-pity trip, hate knowing that I could have, should have handled things differently.
But I didn't.
I can't even blame it on Him, as much as I'd like to. It's no one's fault but my own.
Mine. All. Mine.
