Untitled (Joan of Arcadia)
Title: Untitled
Fandom: Joan of Arcadia (no really)
Author: revolution 25 (laurie is me)
Rating: PG
Summary: A 3rd season fic. Not complete at all.
“Five says Goth.”
“No,” she smiled, “it’s the cute one.”
“Cute one?” Adam’s head finally perks up and looks over to where Grace and Friedman were looking.
Joan makes her long skirt sway a little as she walks up to God. This corduroy version of him is her favourite, but as much as she hates that he knows a little part of her is happy as she blushes.
“The leader of the Subdefective Army at your command, Sir!” She salutes.
“You know Ryan is serious, and yet you don’t take me seriously.”
“You were the one who said my ‘army’ was three science nerds, an artist, an anarchist, and a partridge in a pare tree. How serious do you want me to take you?”
God took a small package from his pocket and showed it to Joan. She didn’t know if he was teasing her or if he really wanted her to take it. It could be a trick, something really disgusting, or an assignment. She would have gladly taken anything other than the assignment.
“It’s a gift Joan,” he said reading her mind yet again. She wondered if he could ever turn that omniscience thing off.
“Who am I supposed to give it to?”
He smiled and laughed, “It’s a gift for you. I made it.”
Joan’s brow furrowed, “is this one of those ‘I can steal from the bookstore because I technically own everything’ things because I don’t want to be caught with stolen-“
“I made it Joan, with my own two hands. I’m a carpenter, remember?” He motions to the world around them and Joan rolls her eyes.
She takes the gift and can’t help the smile that lights up her face. She tears the brown paper back to reveal a carved wooden cameo on a long chain. The profile was her own, and delicate words encircled it.
Joan read the words out loud, “Blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall see God.”
“It doesn’t apply to Ryan; it does apply to you Joan.” He said after seeing her confused look.
“Can I… Wear it?”
God takes it out of the package and puts it over her head, fixing her hair as she takes the cameo in her hands reading the inscription over and over.
“There are times that will come where you’ll have to be strong Joan. Remember, there’s always a part of me with you, and you’ll be stronger for it.”
He takes the hand that’s holding the cameo in his and looks deeply in her eyes, imploring her to remember.
It’s all it takes and she knows. He can’t interfere, but something big is coming up, a test she’s probably not ready for. This is why he stopped talking to her when she went to crazy camp, she needs to know even if she can’t feel him, he is there.
She nods, and right before she’s about to ask him a question he is turning and leaving her to try and figure all of this out on her own. She waits until she sees his signature wave, before turning to go back to her friends.
Fandom: Joan of Arcadia (no really)
Author: revolution 25 (laurie is me)
Rating: PG
Summary: A 3rd season fic. Not complete at all.
“Five says Goth.”
“No,” she smiled, “it’s the cute one.”
“Cute one?” Adam’s head finally perks up and looks over to where Grace and Friedman were looking.
Joan makes her long skirt sway a little as she walks up to God. This corduroy version of him is her favourite, but as much as she hates that he knows a little part of her is happy as she blushes.
“The leader of the Subdefective Army at your command, Sir!” She salutes.
“You know Ryan is serious, and yet you don’t take me seriously.”
“You were the one who said my ‘army’ was three science nerds, an artist, an anarchist, and a partridge in a pare tree. How serious do you want me to take you?”
God took a small package from his pocket and showed it to Joan. She didn’t know if he was teasing her or if he really wanted her to take it. It could be a trick, something really disgusting, or an assignment. She would have gladly taken anything other than the assignment.
“It’s a gift Joan,” he said reading her mind yet again. She wondered if he could ever turn that omniscience thing off.
“Who am I supposed to give it to?”
He smiled and laughed, “It’s a gift for you. I made it.”
Joan’s brow furrowed, “is this one of those ‘I can steal from the bookstore because I technically own everything’ things because I don’t want to be caught with stolen-“
“I made it Joan, with my own two hands. I’m a carpenter, remember?” He motions to the world around them and Joan rolls her eyes.
She takes the gift and can’t help the smile that lights up her face. She tears the brown paper back to reveal a carved wooden cameo on a long chain. The profile was her own, and delicate words encircled it.
Joan read the words out loud, “Blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall see God.”
“It doesn’t apply to Ryan; it does apply to you Joan.” He said after seeing her confused look.
“Can I… Wear it?”
God takes it out of the package and puts it over her head, fixing her hair as she takes the cameo in her hands reading the inscription over and over.
“There are times that will come where you’ll have to be strong Joan. Remember, there’s always a part of me with you, and you’ll be stronger for it.”
He takes the hand that’s holding the cameo in his and looks deeply in her eyes, imploring her to remember.
It’s all it takes and she knows. He can’t interfere, but something big is coming up, a test she’s probably not ready for. This is why he stopped talking to her when she went to crazy camp, she needs to know even if she can’t feel him, he is there.
She nods, and right before she’s about to ask him a question he is turning and leaving her to try and figure all of this out on her own. She waits until she sees his signature wave, before turning to go back to her friends.