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 3/?
"Um. Mom, can I talk to you?" Joan asked quietly as they both sat at the kitchen table eating their breakfasts slowly.
"Of course honey, what's wrong?" she answered, the concern lacing her voice.
"Nothing really, it's just I need to ask you something that's well… kinda hard."
"Ah." The comprehension dawned on Helens face and she took a deep breath before launching into 'The talk' causing Joan to groan and shake her head violently, trying to interrupt her Mothers roll.
"Mom! Stop! It's not that!" She almost yelled trying to get Helens attention as she began to talk about the ways of protecting yourself.
"Oh. Never mind then." Helen said smiling, visibly relieved that her little girl didn't need 'The Talk' just yet.
"Like I said, I need to ask you something that's going to sound really stupid, but please just bare with me OK?"
"OK dear. Ask away."
"Right… Mom… when you were fourteen did you get pregnant and have an illegal abortion which made you think that you couldn't have kids?" Joan asked very quickly.
Helen was stunned, and shocked into silence as she stared blankly at her daughter.
"Mom?"
"H-How did you know that? I've never told anyone that. Not even my Mother."
"So you did?" Joan asked slowly, barely believing what she was hearing; He was real… he existed. God chose her, and she was special!
"Yes."
"Oh God. He's real!!" She exclaimed happily before bounding up the stairs and into her room, ignoring her Mothers concerned calls.
She crashed into her room and searched it with her eyes. He wasn't there yet, but he would be there soon.
She knew he would.
He said that once she believed he'd come back to her. 'And he will.' She thought happily. 'He's real. I was chosen, and all those things he said to me in the hospital are true; I am special, and I've been with him my whole life- Even if I didn't know it. He's been watching over me, making sure I was all right, and now he'll come back to me and stay with me for the rest of my life. I know he will.'
Three long hours passed as she simply sat on her bed, waiting. The thought of him not coming had just begun to enter her mind like a tonne weight balancing on her shoulders. 'What if he's realised that he's better off without me? What if he's realised that I'm just a nuisance and he's not going to come back to me. What would I do?' She thought desperately.
Just then Helens voice drifted up to her room snapping her out of her thoughts. "Joan? Come down here for a second honey. You have a visitor."
'A visitor? Is it? No. It can't be. Since when does he act like a person and use the front door?'
"Coming!" She called back before looking around her room once more and walking down the stairs.
"Hi." Her 'visitor' said politely as Joan stood on the bottom step, her mouth hanging open in a very un-dignified manner.
"Um… Joan?" Luke asked as he walked in behind the man standing at the foot of the stairs very patiently. "Is she ok?" He asked after receiving no answer from his sister.
"She's fine. Just a little shocked to see me I think." He answered grinning as Luke shook his head in dismay.
"Whatever gave you that idea? Who are you anyway?" He asked suddenly realising that he didn't know the man that had his sister acting like a manikin.
"I'm an old friend of Joan's. My name's Michael."
"I'm Luke. Nice to meet you."
"You too."
"I'm just gonna go and leave you to un-weird my sister. Good luck!"
As Luke walked into the living room Joan finally came back to reality.
"You're here." She whispered.
"Yes. I told you that once you believed me, I'd be back, and here I am." He smiled.
"I didn't think you were going to come…"
"Just because I don't answer right away doesn't mean I'm not listening Joan."
"I'm just so glad you're here now."
"Me too. I'm glad I could be here. Thank you for believing me." He said as he took a small step towards her.
"I'm sorry it took me so long. I shouldn't have doubted you."
"No. You did for a very good reason, and now you believe me unconditionally."
"Yes. I do." She answered stepping down the last step.
"C'mon." He took her hand in his own and led her towards the door.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see." He said opening the door and taking them both out into the open air.
"Mom! I'm going out!" She called just before the door clicked shut.
After five minutes of walking hand-in-hand in a comfortable silence he stopped in his tracks causing Joan to almost fall as he held onto her hand as she kept walking, with no idea that he had stopped.
"We're here." He announced as he looked around the small clearing in the middle of a patch of woods in the park.
"What are we doing here?" She asked, the curiosity taking over as he simply grinned in response.
"Well…?"
"It's nothing amazing." He said finally, "I just wanted to bring you here. This is where I go when I want to think."
"You have a place to think?"
"Yes." He laughed sitting on the ground. "Sit."
Joan did as she was asked and sat next to him, her eyes still trained upon his form.
"I don't get it." She said slowly.
"You don't need to get it Joan. There's nothing to get. I just wanted to share this with you."
"Thank you."
"You're quiet welcome." He answered scooting closer to her on the hard ground.
As Joan looked up into his eyes she felt the familiar electric charge run through her. His eyes were so beautiful. She could loose herself in them very easily, and from the way she was feeling at that moment, she was getting suitably entranced as she felt her head slowly gravitate towards his.
She knew exactly what was going to happen, and so did he, but neither of them seemed to want to stop it.
He was so close to her now, she could feel his warm breath tickling her face sending her up to cloud nine. If she thought his breath on her face was amazing, she could compare the feel of his lips on her to nothing in this world.
Kissing him was… there was no other word for it… heavenly.
He removed her from reality from the very moment that his lips connected with hers, and didn't let her back in until he finally, and reluctantly pulled away.
"Wow." She said somewhat breathlessly.
"Yeah" he agreed before he bought his head back down to hers in another, but more fiery kiss, that sent shivers of sheer pleasure running up and down Joan's spine.
God was kissing her, and she was loving every second of it!
OK, there you go folks… sorry it took so long for me to update, but as MoonbeamDancer (Hiiiiii!!!) knows, I kinda misplaced my MS Word Disc, so I had to find that before I could do anything.
Yeah, so if I'm perfectly honest I did NOT like that chapter at all, but I just couldn't get it to go right… let me know what you think please… and BE NICE! I don't like this, so no flames are needed to tell me it's bad. Hehe.
Thank you all so much for reading this.
More chapters are on their way… when, I'm not sure, but they will definitely be after Xmas. :D
The Twilight Writer