Title: Transference Hocus-Pocus
Author: Katie (meboja90@yahoo.com)
Fandom: Dogma
Pairing: Jay/Silent Bob
Rating: PG
Category: Humor, angst, romance
Summary: "To give love, you, first, must be given love."
Archive: Yes to lists. All others ask.
Challnge: Charlie's Ficathon. Here is my assignment:
1.) Livejournal: ninglor
4.) Movie/Point on the timeline: Dogma
5.) Two characters: Jay/Silent Bob
6.) A scenario: Set in a church, not necessarily the church in the film.
7.) Two things you want: Reflection and humor.
8.) One thing you don't: A third party screwing things up.
I hope I did well. It's short because my computer just started running again. Barely.

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Bob didn't know why he deemed it necessary to return to the church for the 101st anniversary. 
Nor did he understand why he celebrated annularity of the near-apocalypse. It seemed foolish to 
hold a celebration on a date once filled with much death and sorrow. Reminded him of Valentine's 
Day. The holiday, synonymous with love and happiness, at one time, harkened back thoughts of Al 
Capone's unsuccessful hit on Bugs Moran. America was a strange enough place that the birthday of 
a mafia massacre could be brimming with hearts and flowers.

Of course, at the time surrounding the inception, it was just a day honoring a doctor. Just as 
St. Patrick's Day was once devoid of green beer and shamrocks, and infested with tributes to a 
Briton missionary.

Bob tried to remember something Sister Andrea told him about Catholic holidays. That they were 
once pure sacraments then. then. the Protestants, or the Atheists, or the Liberal Media made 
them into giant parties. Like the Fourth of July. Instead of
CHRISTmas, it was now GIFTmas. Not in my family, Bob thought.

Catholicism to Bob was the end-all-be-all of human loathing. Impairs your Spectacles, Testicles, 
Watch, and Wallet. There was something about the church, though. Like it was the box in a 
magician's show. Close the curtain, *abracadabra*; he was turned into something far better than 
Bob. He waited, however it never happened. The audience would not be pleased.

(Who was his audience? Jay? Bethany? God? He wasn't sure.)

Jay changed. That one peck on the lips, and *presto-chango*; he was different. Bob didn't know 
quite how, but it was there. Glimmers of genuine caring maybe even love shined from Jay's eyes 
to Bob's.

Perhaps it was some variety of chain reaction. Like, the knick-knack that doctors keep on their 
desks. The line of balls hanging on the beam. When the first ball collides with others, the last 
ball swings out and back, causing the process to begin anew. Whatever started it was like. Bob 
couldn't seem to connect the ideas. Maybe a much smarter man, like Holden or the Metatron would 
be able to.

"'Sup. You comin'?" Jay's voice called from behind. Bob turned and nodded. When he approached, 
Jay gruffly wrapped an arm around Bob and kissed him on the forehead.

Bob realized then that to give love, you, first, must be given love. And that's exactly what God 
gave Jay.