A/N: Very big thank you to The Twilight Writer and Handsoff for helping me with ideas to write this, feel free to help at anytime, it's nice to know that others can think up great stuff too.

It was after gym at school the next day when Joan was wiping off her face, that Grace and a couple other girls asked what the mark was. Joan glanced shakily in the mirror, even though she was sorta okay with the mark, she didn't want anyone else to know about it.

"Oh. I ah walked into a door." she replied, reapplying her make-up.

"A door?"

Joan nodded. "Wasn't watching where I was going."

Her make-up done, she left the locker room, breathing a sigh of relief when the door shut behind her.

She walked down the hall absorbed in her own thoughts, going right past Adam, as if he wasn't there.

"Hey Jane." No reply. "Jane?"

Adam followed after her, tapping her on the shoulder.

"Hmm?" Joan looked over her shoulder. "Oh, Adam. Sorry, didn't see you."

"I noticed. Everything okay, you seemed a million miles away."

Joan nodded absently, her mind on the mark and what it might mean. The two made small talk before Joan excused herself and made it to class right as the bell rang.

Joan was a little rattled about Grace seeing the mark as she sat down. "And I just pretty much blew off Adam, need to apologize for that later." she thought. Joan didn't pay attention in class at all her mind wrapped up in the mark, luckily her teacher didn't call on her. "He said it was because I was special and the book said that if someone was worthy or God wanted to protect them it was given. But still, why me, why like that? Because I'm his instrument, or is it something else?"

Again, Joan's mind was drawn to the placement of the mark. Even though it was covered up and no one could see it, she still felt like it was exposed and everyone was staring and gawking at it. She made a note to ask God more about the mark and to get some answers this time. "Possibly after I'm done slapping him..." Joan hissed in her mind. She didn't really want to slap him but having Grace, not to mention some others, see the mark and ask about it and what was currently going on with her and God,

"And what the hell was up with the kissing anyway?" Joan growled softly, not that she didn't mind it, it just left her really confused and not knowing what to do. She stalked out of the room and down the hall, looking for a certain black mesh wearing deity and right past both Grace and Adam when she saw him.

He was at his locker when she found him and so Joan walked up to him. "God has a locker?"

God didn't even bother to turn around to say hi to her, just tossed it over his shoulder. "And yeah, I do."

"Do you actually go to class or is this all for looks?"

"I go sometimes, but mostly it's all for looks." God continued sorting through his books, not looking at Joan.

Joan reached over and shut the locker door. "Now that I have your attention..."

God dropped the last book into his bag and turned around to face Joan. "Yes Joan?"

"We need to talk. Now." And with that, Joan grabbed his arm and dragged him off, never seeing that Grace and Adam had seen the whole thing.

"Who was that?" Grace asked.
Adam shrugged "Don't know but I've seen Jane talking to him before."

Joan ended up dragging God into the library, letting go when they reached an empty study lounge. The light streamed in from the right, making the table in front of the window seat seem to glow.

"Sit down." Joan commanded.

God quietly sat in the window seat, the sun warming his back. He tried not to giggle as Joan flopped next to him, a slightly irritated and serious look to her face. To be truthful he liked it when she got bossy, mostly because it was just fun to watch and he found it kinda cute. God covered up a small giggle and Joan gave him a look that clearly wanted to know what he found funny.

"Nothing, just think it's cute when you try to be bossy." He replied, voicing his earlier thoughts.

Joan glared at him. "Why me?"

"Why you what?"

Joan looked at him in surprise. "Are you actually going to answer a why question? Who are you and what have you done with the real God?"

"Your question Joan?" God asked, trying to get things back on track.

"Why did you give me this? Did you know that Grace and some of the other girls saw it? I had to lie and say I walked into a door." Joan burst out.

"You already know why."

"Because I'm special. But I don't understand why."

God smiled and squeezed Joan's hand. "Because you were meant for it, don't fight it."

"You said that the last time."

"I know, now do it."

"I would if I knew how and if I wasn't so scared."

God laced his fingers through hers, squeezing again. "You won't be."

"What do you mean I "won't be"? I am."

The last part was strained, Joan just wanting him for once to give her a straight answer.

"I can't just give you the answer Joan." He pulled her into a hug letting her head rest on his shoulder; Joan noticed that this version of God smelled like leather and aftershave. She briefly wondered what kind because it smelled very nice.

"I know." she whispered. "I have to figure it out for myself." She finished, tilting her head up to look at him.

God angled his head so they were pretty close.

"Not even a hint?"

God could feel Joan's breath move past his neck and cheek. "All I can tell you is that it won't be so scary and you'll understand in time."

Joan nodded, her hair tickling God's neck. "So I just wait, that's it?"

God nodded.

"The waiting game sucks."

God laughed softly. "I know."

Joan grinned, if anyone knew about waiting, it was him.