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?
In the Air
"You look like a very upset young lady." Father Michaels told her seriously, ignoring her eye roll once again. "Your parents are worried about you, Joan."
"Join the club." Joan mumbled. "I'm worried about me too."
"How so?"
"Look, no offense but if I didn't want to discuss it with my family and friends, then why would I tell you?"
"I'm an impartial ear."
"Not as impartial as you'd think."
"How's that?" Father Michaels asked in confusion.
"Nothing, never mind. I've really got to go. My mother is probably waiting for me."
Just as Joan stood and turned to walk down the aisle, Father Michaels held her still with a hand on her shoulder.
"Helen won't be back for another hour." He told her gently. "You might as well talk to me to pass the time rather than waiting out in the parking lot."
"Look, I don't know what my mother was thinking."
"She was thinking you are having a crisis of faith, hence why I am involved."
"I'm not a religious person, Father. Like at all. Just because I was doing a bit of reading…"
"If that isn't the problem then what's been troubling you?"
"Besides the fact that I'm crazy you mean?" Joan glared when the priest had the nerve to look amused.
"You're not crazy Joan."
"How would you know?"
"You were sick, there is a difference."
"I know that, but since then I've seen… things."
"The same things as before?" He asked cautiously, not wanting to spook Joan now that he finally got her talking.
"Um… yeah." Joan answered hesitantly. "I'm on the meds so I shouldn't still be having any vis-hallucinations."
"Visions?"
"How did you decide to become a priest?" Joan asked seemingly from out of nowhere. Father Michaels stared at her in confusion before his expression cleared and he answered her question.
"Well originally I wanted to be a baseball player. I was the classic athlete in college, but for credits I needed to take a theology class. The more I learned I realized I had missed my calling. My parents weren't exactly happy but they got over it. The rest as they say is history. I entered the Seminary soon thereafter, and hope to spend the rest of my life doing God's work."
"How do you know you're doing God's work though? I mean you've never seem him right?" Joan asked sarcastically with a very shaky laugh.
"I don't need to see him, Joan. Not in the literal sense. He's everywhere. In the air, poetry, art, animals. You see signs of Him everyday, although most people don't notice this for what it is."
"In the trees." Joan mumbled.
"Yes, the trees as well. Each one is it's own small miracle."
Joan stared wide-eyed at the priest in shock.
"What did you just say?"
"Trees are small miracles."
"Hmm." Joan looked thoughtful for a moment. "Do you believe that God shows himself to people in actual form?"
"I don't see why not. Now whether human's notice Him that's another story."