[A/N:] Sorry I haven't updated in a while, my back's been sore from class and it's been hard to stay in a chair for long.
As much of a JA shipper as I am, I thought I'd offer some Grace/Luke time into this chapter, to appeal to everybody so enjoy and thanks for all your great reviews.
-Cam
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Grace sat on Luke's bed as he started up his computer. She watched as he typed swiftly over the keyboard, his geek power kicking into high gear.
Why was she there? Studying for their AP Physics test on Wednesday, which unfortunately is tomorrow.
Luke looked at his screen blankly as he printed off the flashcards their Physics' teacher posted on the school's website.
It was time to have a serious talk, Luke decided. Whether or not Grace was serious about them or if she was just along for the ride.
"Grace-" Grace looked up from the book Faith gave her as Luke murmured her name. He pulled out the printed flashcards and began cutting them out.
"We need to talk."
Grace felt her throat tighten as Luke peered into her eyes. "I want to know for the safety of my sanity, if this real, or some form of political protest and I'm the guinea pig."
Grace didn't know what to say. She didn't know Luke felt this way.
Sure, the making out part was fun, and he did stare at her the way Rove stared at Girardi but.. there was just something about him. Something that she couldn't pull herself away from.
"Luke, I can't believe you feel that way. I risked everything I believed in to be with you, even my anarchy. I don't use people. I'm not the government."
Luke swallowed the laugh that tried to fight it's way out. He offered her a grin and leaned in for a kiss, which she gladly accepted.
Hey, I may be going soft, but oh what a way to go.
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Faith sat up ontop of the backrest of a park bench. She glanced at her shoes as they leaned on the bench seat.
Humans are so odd. With their feelings and everything, their antics, their rage. Odd human beings. I'm glad I'm not one of them.
"Oh how can you be glad?" Faith smiled at herself as she saw the familiar tan jacket in her midst. She looked up to see God's face and sighed.
"I'm glad because these people are weighed with options. The idea that the wrong option could terribly change their life... I don't think I could handle it. How can You stand it? When they choose to not acknowledge You at all? You created them! Without You they'd never have the chance to breathe this life they take for granted. Ignorant is what I should call them."
God stood up on the park bench and sat beside Faith on the backrest. He slowly put Hs hand on top of hers and she welcomed it, lacing her fingers through Hs.
"I think being in this human body has made you cynical Faith." Faith smirked. "And I think being in this human body has made You weak to love."
She looked into His eyes and tried to force herself away.
He's God. You can't love God. Well yes you can LOVE God but you can't LoVe God... You're His angel for crying out loud.
God tried to change the subject to soften the tension. "I don't mind them not acknowledging Me."
Faith tightened her hold on God's hand. "Doesn't it make You sad? Angry? Hurt?"
God felt the corners of His mouth curl as He formed a smile. "You sound too much like Grace. Just how much have you been hanging out with her?"
Faith looked at God again. Oh, how different it was when He was in human form. He still had his superiority of course, but a hint of weakness shined through. He was God. He was man. He had his faults and flaws as man does. But He had his unconditional love and comfort.
Faith felt like she was just a girl... falling for a simple guy... but she knew it was far from the truth.
She didn't know if God read what she was thinking, but she had her suspicions when His voice filled the air suddenly.
"These are My children Faith. I am ever-loving to these people, even if they fail to acknowledge Me. I love them still. No questions asked, no riddles to solve. Because the true meaning of unconditional love that I am so faithfully based upon is that I love them forever, taking them for their flaws and faults, their mistakes and hardships. For everything they are and everything they want to be. I am their source of comfort and everlasting spring of hope, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
Faith suddenly remembered something, as an unsettling sick feeling fluttered around in her stomach.
"God, I think he's after us again... I can't be quite sure but I thought I saw him the other day, he might be seeking revenge for having you turn Joan to your side-"
God cleared His throat. "I'll handle it."
Faith stared at her shoes again, as if she took some sudden interest in them.
"Has Joan come around yet?"
God seemed to pause in thought for a minute before He responded.
"No, but she will."
