Alphabet Soup
- a collection of 26 Joan of Arcadia stories –

Author's Note:
This is something I've been wanting to do for a while, namely to finish an alphabet soup challenge in the Joan of Arcadia fandom. So here are the 26 stories I've come up with. Seeing how I'm a huge Adam Rove fan (and Adam/Joan shipper), all of these stories feature Adam, and most of them also the Adam/Joan 'ship.

You may notice that some stories play in the "Butterflies" universe, which is a work-in-progress story that my friend Deb and I have created together that can also be found here on FFN. I'm not sure if the stories playing in the Butterflies Joaniverse will make sense to you if you haven't read it.

I am planning to post one new story (chapter) per day over the next 26 days, but please don't get mad if I miss a day or two. I think we all know real life can get in the way sometimes.

Last but not least, thanks to Deb and Carol for the beta-read!

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A is for Amused

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Characters: Adam Rove and Joan Girardi
Rating: PG
Genre: Het
Summary: Adam and Joan have dinner
Character Age: approximately 25
Joaniverse: undefined, could be Butterflies

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"What are you smiling at?" Joan looked at Adam across the table.

"You."

"And what is it that you find amusing about me?"

"You did that thing you always do."

"What thing?"

"That thing. You know, with your finger and your hair."

"My hair? What do you mean?"

"When you're lost in thought, you play with the tips of your hair," he said with a smile.

"Really?"

He nodded.

"Does that annoy you?"

"No. I actually find it endearing."

"Endearing? You talk about me as if I was your grandmother," she said, sounding almost annoyed.

He sat up a little straighter. "Jane. I love you. Even when you do the hair thing. Especially when you do the hair thing."

His warm eyes beamed at her as he said it, and she couldn't help but smile back at him a little mischievously. "Have I told you that I love it when you rub your eyebrow when you're nervous?"

"No, you—" He stopped in mid-sentence. "My eyebrow? Really?"

She laughed out loud. "Yeah, your eyebrow."

"And do you find that annoying?" he countered mockingly.

"No, I actually find it endearing."

"Is this the part where you're supposed to tell me you love me? Even when I do the eyebrows thing?"