Title: The Truth Will Set You Free

Summary: Takes place after Silence. Joan doesn't believe in God anymore, she wants proof, and she gets it. –OK, I suck at summaries. J/CBG eventually.

Pairings: Joan/CuteBoy!God eventually, Joan/Adam references, Iris/Adam references, Luke/Grace references.

Genre: General/Romance

Rating: PG-13

A/N: This is my first ever JoA fic, so please be nice. :D

Chapter 2/?

A week later, with Joan declared physically fit and healthy, she was discharged from the hospital and allowed home.

A nurse visited her every week however to check-up on her and to make sure that she was coping with everything all right with everything. Joan was told that this was just normal procedure, but she knew full well that they were to make sure that they knew if she was cracking up again. She also knew that if she began to see certain people again she would be back in the Hospital faster than she could say 'Suggestion'.

Even though Joan had been essentially brainwashed into believing that 'He' was simply a figment of her imagination, or more accurately a symptom of her disease, the little bit of information 'He' had given her a week before she was discharged was firmly planted in the front of her mind and was never too far away.

Every time she was alone with her Mother she was always sorely tempted to ask her about it, but each time she got close to asking someone, or something would interrupt her. It was almost as if she wasn't supposed to know the truth. Not at that moment in time anyway.

So, after weeks of failed attempts, Joan eventually decided that she would try one last time to find out if it was true about her Mothers past, and if she was stopped again she would give up and try to accept that her belief that she had been speaking to God was, as the doctors said, a symptom of her disease.

The next time she and her Mother were alone together she would finally know for sure.

'He' may have simply been a figment of her imagination, something that she had subconsciously created to make herself special, different, something that made her stand out from the rest. Good enough for God himself to choose out of billions of others.

If she was perfectly honest with herself she did want him to be real. She wanted to believe in him again; since she had lost her faith in him she had been feeling so lost and alone. Sure people always surrounded her, but no one actually understood how she felt.

They were always willing to listen, to pretend to understand, but no one really did and she found that she needed her faith so she didn't feel so lost in it all. This simple fact that millions of others had grown up with shocked her immensely.

Why did she suddenly need to believe in something, a higher power, when she had been perfectly happy for over sixteen years only believing in herself and her family? Why wasn't it good enough for her anymore?

Something else had been on her mind a lot lately as well. She had started to find that she missed seeing him everyday. She missed speaking to him, but mostly, and most simply, she missed being with him.

He always had a way of making her feel as though everything was going to be all right, and that she didn't need to worry. Maybe it was because she knew that whatever happened he would be there for her to take care of her when she needed him most. And without that knowledge she felt everything that he had been protecting her from.

Suddenly she realised that not everything in her world was OK. Suddenly her whole world was crashing down around her.

She needed him in her life, and she was dying without him next to her.

Why did it hurt so much to be without him?

These were all questions that she just didn't have time to answer right then, so there were, once again, pushed to the back of her mind.

Until she had spoken to her Mother nothing but the information she had been given was going to occupy her mind.

Not even the nagging and petrifying feeling that she had fallen for someone that she wasn't even sure existed.

OK, very short chapter, I know and I apologise profusely!

The thing is RL (Real life) and NL (Net Life) have both been complete chaos over the past few months and so I haven't really had that much time to write.

Those of you who are reading my Captured fic (Stargate SG-1) I promise I haven't forgotten about it, but like I said everything with me is very crazy at the moment, and I have got a short chapter written. I'll update ASAP.

Please just be patient with me.

Thanks.

Please review. No flames, but constructive criticism is welcome.

The Twilight Writer