[a post-Ginger Snaps crossover with Joan of Aracadia]

Brigitte Fitzgerald stared horrified at the boy before her in the alleyway. "Sam? But Ginger- she...!"

God shook His head, reaching out to brush a piece of her hair back. "No, Brigitte, I'm not him. I wish I could say I was though... because I know that would take away a lot of pain."

Eyes that hid away a wild beast, she began to cry as she rushed into this stranger's arms, unafraid as she clutched at His back for dear life. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Smoothing down her hair with His hand, God held her close. "Its okay, Brig."