Joan of Arcadia Fic: Feels Like Home
Title: Feels Like Home
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Rated: G
Prompt: 030--Death for the fanfic100 community
Word Count: 413
Feels Like Home
The day that Joan Girardi woke up dead, everything around her was bright, bathed in golden light. It was warm, but not unpleasantly so. Nothing was familiar as she slowly stood up in the field of yellow flowers. Until she spotted a familiar figure yards away running toward her.
“Sunshine?” she whispered, shocked.
The golden retriever bounded toward her, barking excitedly.
Tears stung her eyes as she dropped to her knees, hugging her beloved childhood pet.
“Welcome home, Joan,” a familiar voice said and she looked over to see the first incarnation of God she’d ever met. The one she referred to as “Cute Boy God.”
Instead of the familiar spark of irritation she usually felt, a warm smile touched her face. “So this is heaven?”
“Your version.” He smiled at her.
“Wait…you mean heaven’s not the same for everyone?”
“Heaven’s what you want it to be.” Nodding a little, He turned to see another familiar figure across the distance.
The breath caught in Joan’s throat. “Is that-”
“It is your heaven, Joan.” His voice was gentle and he smiled warmly at her. “I’ll be around.” Without giving her a chance to respond, He vanished.
Joan rose to full height, Sunshine at her heels. She petted her head absently.
“Finally! You really know how to make an entrance, JoJo.”
“Judith,” she whispered, tears stinging her eyes as she closed the distance between them and hugged her tightly.
“Who else?” Judith grinned and hugged her back. “Joanith reunited. Who ever thought I’d make it up here?”
“I did,” Joan murmured, smiling.
“Well yeah. You were the instrument of the all knowing one.”
Joan pulled away to look at her, surprised that she looked exactly the same as she had when she was well, before she died. Looking down at herself, she realized she was also in clothes she hadn’t worn since high school.
“Yeah, you get to choose your appearance up here.” Judith smirked. “And your hair is always perfect, And your clothes always match as long as you want them to.”
She laughed and hugged her friend again. “I’ve missed you.”
“Well, you don’t have to miss me anymore. Joanith can live forever.” Grinning, she hooked her arm with Joan’s. “Come on. I’ll give you the tour.”
Joan smiled, feeling content and at peace for the first time ever.
She was finally home.
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Rated: G
Prompt: 030--Death for the fanfic100 community
Word Count: 413
Feels Like Home
The day that Joan Girardi woke up dead, everything around her was bright, bathed in golden light. It was warm, but not unpleasantly so. Nothing was familiar as she slowly stood up in the field of yellow flowers. Until she spotted a familiar figure yards away running toward her.
“Sunshine?” she whispered, shocked.
The golden retriever bounded toward her, barking excitedly.
Tears stung her eyes as she dropped to her knees, hugging her beloved childhood pet.
“Welcome home, Joan,” a familiar voice said and she looked over to see the first incarnation of God she’d ever met. The one she referred to as “Cute Boy God.”
Instead of the familiar spark of irritation she usually felt, a warm smile touched her face. “So this is heaven?”
“Your version.” He smiled at her.
“Wait…you mean heaven’s not the same for everyone?”
“Heaven’s what you want it to be.” Nodding a little, He turned to see another familiar figure across the distance.
The breath caught in Joan’s throat. “Is that-”
“It is your heaven, Joan.” His voice was gentle and he smiled warmly at her. “I’ll be around.” Without giving her a chance to respond, He vanished.
Joan rose to full height, Sunshine at her heels. She petted her head absently.
“Finally! You really know how to make an entrance, JoJo.”
“Judith,” she whispered, tears stinging her eyes as she closed the distance between them and hugged her tightly.
“Who else?” Judith grinned and hugged her back. “Joanith reunited. Who ever thought I’d make it up here?”
“I did,” Joan murmured, smiling.
“Well yeah. You were the instrument of the all knowing one.”
Joan pulled away to look at her, surprised that she looked exactly the same as she had when she was well, before she died. Looking down at herself, she realized she was also in clothes she hadn’t worn since high school.
“Yeah, you get to choose your appearance up here.” Judith smirked. “And your hair is always perfect, And your clothes always match as long as you want them to.”
She laughed and hugged her friend again. “I’ve missed you.”
“Well, you don’t have to miss me anymore. Joanith can live forever.” Grinning, she hooked her arm with Joan’s. “Come on. I’ll give you the tour.”
Joan smiled, feeling content and at peace for the first time ever.
She was finally home.