Title: What If…?
Author:Sabrinasmom3
Rating:T
Disclaimer:I don't own Joan of Arcadia or the actors, blah, blah blah.
Summary:What if at the end of Silence Grace just walked away Luke let her.
Chapter 5
That night, Grace went to sleep contemplating what Joan had said. Her mind must have continued long after she fell asleep because she was soon caught up in a very un-Grace-like dream.
It was a perfect summer day. The sky was blue, the grass was green and Grace was smiling. She was wearing a yellow sundress and sitting under a tree on a checkered blanket. Laying with his head in her lap smiling up at her was Luke. He laughed, then pulled her down to kiss her. It was a warm, gentle, breathtaking kiss. When he finally pulled away from her, she could see admiration, joy and unconditional love in his eyes. Grace felt like someone was blowing up a balloon inside her chest. She told him that she had never been happier than she was at that moment. He said that was cause for celebration. He jumped up and yelled over his shoulder to her that he was going to get them some ice cream. Grace watched until he ran out the entrance to the park and out of sight. She turned her face toward the sun and smiled. When she opened her eyes, the sky was dark and foreboding. Suddenly, her smile faded as she heard screeching tires and crunching metal. She got up and ran for the park gate. She reached the street and had to shove her way past a man walking dogs before she saw it. It was the back half of a black sports car fused together with the shiny silver remains of the ice cream vendor's cart. The ice cream was melting and a river of vanilla ran down into the street. As she watched, the river inexplicably turned to strawberry. When she looked more closely, she realized that what looked like melting strawberry ice cream was actually the same vanilla flowing together with another tributary of red. She visually followed the tributary to the source and saw Luke, lying half under the twisted metal. She tried to run to him, but the road was too hot and her feet kept sticking to the tar. She tried to yell but nothing would come out of her mouth. After what seemed like hours she was finally able to reach him. She held his head in her lap and he looked up at her. "Don't be sad, Grace, at least I got to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you."
Grace sat upright in bed gasping for breath, heart racing and sweat running down the back of her neck. She looked at the clock, 2 a.m. The feelings she'd had were so strong and so real that they lingered long after sleep was gone. She couldn't remember ever having feelings that strong. Actually, couldn't remember feeling much of anything in a long time.
