A/N: Alright, this is the result of me being incredibly bored off sick from school, it's not perfect, pretty short, but if you're reading this then I know you're interested, else you'd never have clicked on the link in the first place, so go, read on, and review if you think it's anything decent…

Also, pairing is a little un-conventional, but it's a slash, so what else do you expect?

Disclaimer: I don't own Joan of Arcadia… You already knew that though, right?

What Happens In Science…

For the first time, though not the last, I wished that she was a 'hugging person', and excuse the fluffy phrase there. A hug seemed what was needed, anything to break the awkward, tension-filled silence. But no, Grace, as she had told us all more times than we'd care to listen, saw public displays of affection as too week, and soppy, far from the comforting truth.

Instead all we could do was talk, and that came with many a problem of its own. If we were to talk, then what to say? If, lord forbid, the silence ran on to long, I risked saying something stupid, if only to hear a noise of some sort echo round the room. Then the moment, the sensuous kiss we had just shared, would all go down the drain in one proverbial mess.

I needn't have worried; Grace was the first to break our moment of solitary. "That was wrong."

My heart refused to believe it, but my mind said other things. If logic had any say in the events that followed, we would of parted ways there and then, none the wiser of what could have been. We didn't.

"We can't help how we feel, Grace…"

"But Judith," her words trembled through my very soul, and I felt every syllable resonate in parts of me I'd never even noticed before. I was certain in that very second I had never heard my name sound so sweet, so warm and personal, as it did when she said it. "I'm… I'm seeing someone. Whatever you think we might have, you can just forget it right now."

I had no intention of following the orders of my admiration, denial a far greater friend in the situation than loneliness a foe.

Leaning in again, I tenderly massaged her bottom lip with my own; she showed no resistance to my advances, as our noses rubbed gently against one another.

Kissing a girl was different to anything I'd ever experienced with the more masculine of the species (not that one would call Grace a 'girl' as such). You were no longer contending with overly poignant aftershave, or fending off twitchy, testosterone fuelled fingers from your own scantily clothed chest. This was deep, intimate, I felt a sense of true compassion for my companion, one not bought about by a desire to get undressed and in bed in time to watch the footy match, but by a sheer lust for life itself. Her life, to be precise.

I leaned back for a breath, "don't tell me you don't feel it to."

Gracedelayed her response, the stillness of her lips telling me more than her words would ever dare to. She leaned back in, "this doesn't leave this room though, what happens in science stays in science, you got that?" Ever her intimidating, self-conscious self.

I nodded, but it was half hearted. I lived under the fool's misconception that a night with me might clarify things for Grace; help her see the light as it were. Alas, our condemned relationship started how it meant to go on, closet, and bordering on the non-existent.

"Grace," I whispered, afraid of being heard by a passing janitor or other member of staff working late, "this isn't a Science lab though…"