Title: Sweet Temptations, Bitter Ends

Author: hezziebob182

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I don't own Joan Of Arcadia. :( Pretty please don't sue me!

Adam had never been to Judith's before.

Had anybody except me?

"So Rove, sit down. Relax. Chill."

"Uh… okay." Adam sits down at the end of Judith's bed.

Judith walked over to her desk, grinning as she pulled a bottle of vodka from one of the draws. She turned and shook it at Adam.

"Judith!"

"Hey, hey… chill okay? Tiny weenie bit in some cola? My parents are away for the night."

"No thanks Jude, it's…" Adam looks at his watch, "One thirty."

"Fine, spoilsport." Laughing, she returned the bottle to her desk.

"Hey Judith, uh, why am I here?"

"I was worried about you. You're bummed. It's upsetting JoJo too."

"I'm fine."

Judith sat down next to her guest, her laughter replaced with seriousness. "No, Adam. You're not."

Adam bit his lip, staring at the floor.

"Tell me?"

"It's just…" He trailed off, unable to finish his sentence.

"It's just what? You can trust me Adam, I promise."

"It's Jane." He gasped, shocked that his thoughts could verbalise themselves against his will.

Judith didn't look surprised. "What about her?"

"Do you want the truth or shall I sugar coat it?"

"Go on, give me the truth." She shuffled slightly closer to Adam along the blue duvet.

"She doesn't want to sleep with me."

"Oh. I get it."

"I know she loves me, and I love her, but… I'm a sixteen-year-old boy. It's not about the love."

"It's about the sex."

Adam blushed slightly. "Or in my case, the lack of it."

"Yeah."

"Yeah? Shouldn't you be telling me I'm unreasonable and selfish and all that?"

"Probably. But I'm a sixteen-year-old girl. I have the same thoughts…"

"Really? Well not Jane."

"Awww, I'm sorry for you and your hormonal issues, Adam."

"That's a nice way of putting it."

"Sorry, your unrequited sexual urge." She grinned.

"Yeah, thanks Jude." He was smiling though. "But there's nothing you can do."

She looked up him. Realised she had never really looked at him before. His hair was too long, his skin greasy, his eyes more feminine than hers. Still, those eyes…

Stop it Judith! He's Adam!

She coughed, clearing her throat as her heart sped up. "Maybe there is." She moved over and gingerly placed herself in his lap.

"Jude? What… what are you doing?" He made no attempt to move her though.

"I'm thinking of something that could solve your problem." She leaned in, grasping his bottom lip with her moult.

He didn't move, not returning Judith's kiss but not making any move to stop her.

Eventually she pulled back. "Well?"

"Are you suggesting that we… That you and I…?"

"Well duh! It's perfect. It takes the pressure of you and Joan and we, well, yeah. It'd only be sex."

"Jane's your friend, Judith."

"And," She pulls off his beanie and slings it across the room. "I'm doing her a favour."

Her hand travelled up his t-shirt. "Well, I guess."

"Yeah? Good." She pulled his t-shirt off altogether.

Later, much later, both teenagers were completely lacking in clothes.

He reached out to her waist, trying to ignore the feel of her bare skin beneath his fingers. "Jude, Jude…" He tried to steady his panting breath. "This is wrong."

"But it feels so right."

Adam moaned softly, all reason forced out of his head. He was powerless to argue.

Adam, Joan, Friedman, Luke and Grace sat down in Judith's mom's living room.

A single tear ran down Joan's cheek as she caught sight of a picture of Judith on the mantle.

She turned to Judith's Mom. "Mrs. Montgomery, what are we here for?"

"I… I thought maybe you should know, I got the post mortem report back."

She suppressed a howl. Silence for a few seconds. "Judith was… when she died… She was pregnant." Another howl, louder now. "My little girl. She was going to have a baby." She collapsed, sobbing uncontrollably.

Joan jumped up, reaching out to hug Judith's mom. Joan wasn't fighting the tears ready in her own eyes.

Adam ran out.

Joan looked up. "Adam?"