Title: What If…?

Author:Sabrinasmom3

Rating:PG-13

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 6

Luke was startled awake by loud noise. He grabbed his glasses and looked around the room but couldn't find the source. Then it happened again. It was a tapping and it was coming from outside his window. He hesitated before going to look out the window. While he was trying focus on the outside he saw movement and realized that whatever it was, was only inches in front of his face. He stumbled backwards and was about to yell for his dad when a voice stopped him.

"Come on, Geek. Let me in already, before I loose my grip on this drain pipe and plummet to my death." She couldn't believe she was doing this, but she had to know the truth.

Luke opened the window and watched Grace climb in the window. What was she doing here and why was she climbing in the window? And did he really even care why or was it just enough that she was here?

"Grace its…" He looked at the clock. "It's three in the morning"

"Yeah, sorry Girardi. I, um…well…I had to talk to you. I had this crazy dream and then you died and I guess I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

Luke smiled at her with his crooked cocky grin. "You were dreaming about me, huh."

"Never mind. I knew this was a stupid idea." She rolled her eyes and headed toward the window.

She was walking away from him again. It was time to make a decision. He could either let her go and give up forever or he could…

Grace had almost reached the window when she felt his hand on her shoulder. "Grace. Stay. Please." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Here goes nothin'," she thought. She turned around and looked into his eyes. Neither of them moved or spoke. They just stared into each other's eyes.

Grace was trying to see if his eyes held any of the emotions in the real world that they did in her dreams.

Luke was searching for Grace's soul. For the tender, caring person he thought might be inside her.

Luke reached up to touch her face and as if it completed a circuit and made an electrical connection, both instantly saw in the other's eyes exactly what they had been looking for.

She could see that Luke had strong feelings for her and he saw that Grace was capable of sharing those feelings.

They leaned toward each other and let their lips lightly touch. It took Grace's breath away, just like she remembered. Luke pulled away from her to make sure she was alright.

When their eyes met again there was more intensity there, more need. This time when their lips met Grace grabbed on to Luke's neck and he wrapped his arms around her waist. Grace felt a hunger and longing that she never realized she was missing before. "So it was true," Grace thought. "It is better to feel good, even if you have to feel bad too, than not to feel anything at all." She suddenly felt a balloon inflating in her chest and started to laugh uncontrollably.

Luke had never seen her eyes sparkle like that. It made him start laughing too. Soon they were laying side by side on the floor laughing together and wondering why it took them so long to give in.

Out on the sidewalk, a juvenile delinquent with spiked hair and make up looked up at Luke's window. He smiled, nodded and walked away. His work here was done.