Mirrored Delusions 3/?
Rating: PG-13 Pairing: Cute Boy God/Joan (mostly undertones until the end)
Summary: After being diagnosed with Lyme Disease, Joan looses her faith as well as her perceived role in the world. Thinking she hallucinated her missions from God, she turns away from those she loves. Can God himself convince her to start living again? Or will she continue to ignore him as a mere figment of her imagination?
A.N.: Catching Insanity is finished. I may write a sequel at some point in the future, so keep checking back. Hope you enjoy my new Joan/CBG adventure.
Faithful Revenants
Joan arrived home by eleven in the morning, having spent a couple of hours in the library. As soon as she entered the house she was set upon by her family in various states of concern. Her mother in particular was frantic with worry.
"Joan, where have you been?"
"I was at the library." She answered exasperatedly, ignoring the disbelieving looks from her family. "I wanted to look something up. Don't worry guys. I feel fine."
"You just got out of the hospital a day ago, Joan." Her father reminded her softly, taking her bag in his hands and leading her to the couch.
"Come on, Dad. I'm not an invalid! I feel fine. No nervous breakdowns on the way to the library, and I am capable of walking by myself."
"Joan, calm down. The parental are just worried." Kevin interjected calmly. "With good reason. You're supposed to be resting."
"Just leave me alone, will you? I already told you I feel fine!" Joan screamed loudly, before rushing up the stars with her books in her hands, slamming the door behind her.
Downstairs her parents and brothers looked at each other in shock before Kevin snorted loudly.
"We can tell your fine, Joan. If you were anymore fine you'd be up on a tower taking out pigeons."
"Kevin, stop it!" Helen admonished. "Your sister is going through something right now, and she needs our understanding."
"Well if she'd talk to us, maybe we could understand what's going on." He answered back, using the ramp to wheel upstairs.
Music was blasting loudly from Joan's room, drowning out the squeaks of the wheels of his wheelchair as he approached her door. Kevin knocked quietly and when she didn't answer pushed the door open and entered. Joan's back was towards him and she was laying on her bed facing away from the hallway.
"Joan." Kevin spoke loudly, over the music, reaching out a hand and shaking her shoulder. Joan jerked in surprise and rolled off the edge of the mattress landing with a bang on the floor.
"Ump! Geez, Kev. Watch it." Joan shrieked as she pulled herself sideways so that she was looking over the top of her bed, the mattress now separating the siblings. "What do you want?"
"Cut the attitude, brat. It's me here, not mom and dad."
"Your point?"
"My point is I know a little something about having one moment skew your whole existence." He told her somberly, before breaking out into a grin as he tapped his wheelchair. "At least you still are mobile."
"Kevin."
"Seriously Joan, I don't know what you've been seeing, but I do understand being angry and unsure of your place. If you're not comfortable talking to the others, you can talk to me anytime, even if it is just to cry or rage at the unfairness of it all. I'll be here."
He sat there waiting for her to respond, but when Joan just continued to look at him blankly, Kevin turned around to wheel out of her room.
"Thanks." Joan answered softly, a tear falling down her cheek. "I may just take you up on that."
"Anytime."
He left quietly closing the door behind him and Joan lowered the stereo to a more palatable level, opening the book on the top of the pile on her desk and began to read.
Rating: PG-13 Pairing: Cute Boy God/Joan (mostly undertones until the end)
Summary: After being diagnosed with Lyme Disease, Joan looses her faith as well as her perceived role in the world. Thinking she hallucinated her missions from God, she turns away from those she loves. Can God himself convince her to start living again? Or will she continue to ignore him as a mere figment of her imagination?
A.N.: Catching Insanity is finished. I may write a sequel at some point in the future, so keep checking back. Hope you enjoy my new Joan/CBG adventure.
Faithful Revenants
Joan arrived home by eleven in the morning, having spent a couple of hours in the library. As soon as she entered the house she was set upon by her family in various states of concern. Her mother in particular was frantic with worry.
"Joan, where have you been?"
"I was at the library." She answered exasperatedly, ignoring the disbelieving looks from her family. "I wanted to look something up. Don't worry guys. I feel fine."
"You just got out of the hospital a day ago, Joan." Her father reminded her softly, taking her bag in his hands and leading her to the couch.
"Come on, Dad. I'm not an invalid! I feel fine. No nervous breakdowns on the way to the library, and I am capable of walking by myself."
"Joan, calm down. The parental are just worried." Kevin interjected calmly. "With good reason. You're supposed to be resting."
"Just leave me alone, will you? I already told you I feel fine!" Joan screamed loudly, before rushing up the stars with her books in her hands, slamming the door behind her.
Downstairs her parents and brothers looked at each other in shock before Kevin snorted loudly.
"We can tell your fine, Joan. If you were anymore fine you'd be up on a tower taking out pigeons."
"Kevin, stop it!" Helen admonished. "Your sister is going through something right now, and she needs our understanding."
"Well if she'd talk to us, maybe we could understand what's going on." He answered back, using the ramp to wheel upstairs.
Music was blasting loudly from Joan's room, drowning out the squeaks of the wheels of his wheelchair as he approached her door. Kevin knocked quietly and when she didn't answer pushed the door open and entered. Joan's back was towards him and she was laying on her bed facing away from the hallway.
"Joan." Kevin spoke loudly, over the music, reaching out a hand and shaking her shoulder. Joan jerked in surprise and rolled off the edge of the mattress landing with a bang on the floor.
"Ump! Geez, Kev. Watch it." Joan shrieked as she pulled herself sideways so that she was looking over the top of her bed, the mattress now separating the siblings. "What do you want?"
"Cut the attitude, brat. It's me here, not mom and dad."
"Your point?"
"My point is I know a little something about having one moment skew your whole existence." He told her somberly, before breaking out into a grin as he tapped his wheelchair. "At least you still are mobile."
"Kevin."
"Seriously Joan, I don't know what you've been seeing, but I do understand being angry and unsure of your place. If you're not comfortable talking to the others, you can talk to me anytime, even if it is just to cry or rage at the unfairness of it all. I'll be here."
He sat there waiting for her to respond, but when Joan just continued to look at him blankly, Kevin turned around to wheel out of her room.
"Thanks." Joan answered softly, a tear falling down her cheek. "I may just take you up on that."
"Anytime."
He left quietly closing the door behind him and Joan lowered the stereo to a more palatable level, opening the book on the top of the pile on her desk and began to read.