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?
Talking Over Coffee
Joan walked with Him silently for a few blocks, and it was only when she realized that they were no longer heading to the park that she spoke.
"Where are we going?"
"It's still early I figured we could get coffee and a danish."
"God drinks coffee?" She asked facetiously, grinning at the familiar banter.
"I made coffee after all, of course I can drink it."
"Wasn't that ummm… whoever discovered the coffee bean?" Joan asked.
"Perhaps, but who made him?" God asked with a smirk.
"Arrogance doesn't become you." Joan sniffed disdainfully, although humor still quirked her lips. He merely raised an imperious eyebrow, causing Joan to break out into laughter.
"God I missed you." She told him while still chuckling slightly.
"I was around." He answered her in a somber voice. "You just didn't 'see' me."
"Hmm." Joan answered thoughtfully. God held the door open to the coffee shop and she walked on through. There weren't too many customers so early in the morning, but there was still noise in the air.
"I missed you too." He told her quietly underneath the din in the shop.
Joan spun around and stared at him questioningly, not sure if she actually heard him speaking. He kept his face impassive until she began walking again, this time stalking forward in annoyance. He grinned at her back. It was good that she was back to her usual difficult self.
"Hi, yes I would like to order a French Vanilla coffee, small two sugars with cream and a blueberry muffin." Joan ordered then stepped away from the counter to let God order. It turned out God liked Cappuccinos. Who knew? When Joan tried to pay for it, God waved her away and took out money from his own pocket.
"Um thanks." Joan told him as they sat down at a table outside in the warm sun. She began picking at her muffin nervously.
"So how have you been?" He asked softly.
"Don't you already know?"
"Of course, but I want to know from your point of view." He told her calmly.
"Well, how do you think I was?" Joan asked shrilly, plopping her muffin on the table. A few faces glanced in their direction, but He was content to sit and listen to her vent. She obviously needed to do so. "You left me. Adam thinks I'm crazy, hell everyone thinks I'm crazy. You told me he would believe me."
"You need to talk to him, Joan."
"He knows where I am. Why doesn't he call me? Or better yet stop by the house to see how I am?"
"He's afraid."
"And I wasn't?" Joan asked angrily. "He's been gone when I needed him the most."
"Just talk to him Joan."
"Is that an assignment?"
"If that is what it takes to get you to do it."
"But-"
"You thought I didn't care either and that I had abandoned you, when in reality I've always been there. You just needed to have a little faith. Give Adam the benefit of the doubt, hmm? You at least need to understand his reasons for not being around."
"Fine. Fine." Joan agreed exasperatedly, taking a sip of her coffee. They sat in charged silence for a few minutes, each drinking sporadically. "So where does all that coffee go anyway?"