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  <title>Laura's fanfiction</title>
  <subtitle>Laura's fanfiction</subtitle>
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    <email>lak1988@comcast.net</email>
    <name>Laura's fanfiction</name>
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  <updated>2008-08-30T23:42:09Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fic_crazed:126522</id>
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    <title>Before the Storm (Joan of Arcadia)</title>
    <published>2008-08-30T23:42:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-30T23:42:09Z</updated>
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    <category term="joan of arcadia"/>
    <category term="adace fics"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Before the Storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Adam Rove and Grace Polk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #70 - Storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 142&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Grace calls Adam to come over to her house on November 11th &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author’s Note:&lt;/b&gt; even though it’s not “shown” here, Adam does find his mother’s body in this story so... yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fic_on_mind/62744.html"&gt;prompt table and disclaimer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam answered the telephone on the fourth ring.  “Yeah?” he said after putting it to his ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I thought you were coming over,” Grace said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He glanced back the short hallway of his house, then went into his bedroom.  “Yeah, my mom’s kinda...”  he trailed off, shaking his head slightly.   “My dad had to go do something at work.  I should stay here with her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What time’s he coming back?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light thud down the hall interrupted Adam as he was about to answer.  “Hang on a sec.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace listened to the shuffle of his footsteps as he carried the cordless phone with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mom?” she heard his voice say as the phone fell out of his hand and hit the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What happened?” Grace asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mom?  Oh God.  Mom!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Adam, what’s going on?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A click and a dial tone answered her.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fic_crazed:126262</id>
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    <title>Conversations (Joan of Arcadia)</title>
    <published>2008-08-26T14:44:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-26T14:47:44Z</updated>
    <category term="joan of arcadia"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Conversations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Joan Girardi and Grace Polk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 123&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Joan and Grace talk about Adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author’s Note:&lt;/b&gt; takes place during Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I don’t own Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you talk to Adam about?” Joan asked, leaning against the locker next to Grace’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at her.  “Seriously?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan shrugged.  “I don’t know what to talk about.  It feels like we have nothing in common.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is this gonna be about Iris again?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe.  I mean, they had stuff in common.  What do me and Adam have in common?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace shrugged.  “What do Seal and Heidi Klum have in common?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan looked at her friend and raised an eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What? I don’t live under a rock, you know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shrugged.  “Really, just give me a subject or something.  Anything.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace closed her locker.  “Talk about you.  Trust me, the subject is just as fascinating to him as it is to you.”</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fic_crazed:125979</id>
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    <title>Where Paper Boats Disappear (Joan of Arcadia)</title>
    <published>2008-08-26T02:58:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-26T11:34:20Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfic100"/>
    <category term="joan of arcadia"/>
    <category term="adace fics"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Where Paper Boats Disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Adam Rove and Grace Polk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #15 - Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 174&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Adam and Grace talk about her poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Note:&lt;/b&gt; spoilers for ‘Anonymous’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fic_on_mind/62744.html"&gt;prompt table and disclaimer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?” Grace asked when she opened her front door to find Adam on her porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said nothing, but held up the slightly crumpled piece of neon blue paper in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She let out a breath and opened the door wider to let him in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I thought you didn’t write anymore,” he said when the door closed behind him.  “At least not since...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shrugged.  “I don’t much.  Sometimes I just need a way to get stuff out of my head.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded slightly, then looked at her.  “And you had to write this when I start dating Joan?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Way to be egotistic.”  She rolled her eyes and went into the kitchen, he followed.  “The two of you really deserve each other, you know.   Not everything is about you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes narrowed.  “So the sewers with paper boats... they aren’t our sewers?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s called a metaphor.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rolled his eyes and put the paper he still held on the counter and pushed it toward her.  “Just for the record, I miss you too.”</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fic_crazed:125830</id>
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    <title>Hiding Place (Joan of Arcadia)</title>
    <published>2008-08-24T00:54:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-24T00:54:29Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfic100"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Hiding Place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Adam Rove and Grace Polk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #32 - Sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 131&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Adam and Grace go to the sewers after her mother’s funeral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author’s Note:&lt;/b&gt; yeah... character death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fic_on_mind/62744.html"&gt;prompt table and disclaimer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam walked out of the woods, into the clearing by the sewers. She was standing near the edge, looking out into the orangish glow of the sunset.  “Grace?” he whispered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn’t move.  “How’d you find me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Doesn’t take a genius to figure out where you’d be.”  He put his hands in his suit pockets.  “Same place you found me after... my mom.”  He slowly walked over to stand next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can I ask you something?” she mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you ever hate her for... what happened?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stayed silent for a moment, staring out at the sky.  “Yeah,” he finally said.  “Hated myself worse though.  Don’t hate her, it won’t make it any better.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She let out a quick breath.  “So what will?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged, then told her the truth.  “Nothing.”</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fic_crazed:125578</id>
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    <title>Too Late to Apologize (Joan of Arcadia)</title>
    <published>2008-08-23T02:30:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-23T02:30:58Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Too Late to Apologize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Adam Rove and Grace Polk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #2 - Middles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 158&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Grace tries to talk Adam into forgiving Joan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author’s Note:&lt;/b&gt; takes place between ‘The Devil Made Me Do It’ and ‘Jump’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fic_on_mind/62744.html"&gt;prompt table and disclaimer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace walked over to Adam and closed his locker on his hand.  “Dude, just forgive her already.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled his hand free and rubbed it gently.  “Who?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rolled her eyes.  “You know who.   I thought nothing could be worse than Girardi being perky.  Her being all depressed is worse.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He frowned slightly.  “I don’t care,” he mumbled, then began walking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She followed him. “Dude, I know you better than that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at her and rubbed his eyebrow awkwardly.  “Grace, you know what she did.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded slightly.  “I know.  She can’t make that go away.  And neither can you.  I don’t know why you can’t just forgive her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s not that easy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why not?  You’re basically in love with her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked away from her and didn’t reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok, fine you don’t give a crap about her,” she said, rolling her eyes.  “At least make the crying stop, dude.  I can’t stand the crying anymore”</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fic_crazed:125189</id>
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    <title>Baby Pictures (Joan of Arcadia)</title>
    <published>2008-08-22T20:36:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-22T20:36:27Z</updated>
    <category term="joan of arcadia"/>
    <category term="ships50"/>
    <category term="jodam fics"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Baby Pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Adam Rove and Joan Girardi Rove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #31 – First Meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 104&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Joan and Adam look at the first sonogram of their baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fic_crazed/85721.html"&gt;prompt table and disclaimer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I lost it again,” Adam said, looking over Joan’s shoulder at the sonogram picture in her hand as she leaned against his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled and pointed to the tiny white shape in the corner of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I promise I won’t misplace the kid as much when it’s born.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed and shook her head.  “I know you won’t.  You’ll be a great dad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And you’re gonna be a great mom.”  He kissed the top of her head, gently rubbing her swollen belly.  “I think the biggest problem we’re gonna have with the baby is if it comes out and looks like me.”</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fic_crazed:125110</id>
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    <title>Return of Freddie (Joan of Arcadia)</title>
    <published>2008-08-19T11:02:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-20T11:00:18Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Return of Freddie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Adam Rove and Grace Polk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 240&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Adam and Grace clean out his attic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I don’t own Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace dumped out the contents of a box labeled ‘TOYS’ onto the dusty attic floor as Adam rooted through a high stack of boxes shoved in the corner of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kicked aside some old toys, then spotted a dirty doll she was about to step on.  “Freddie?” She picked up the old rag doll, a single orange yarn hair was still loosely attached to his head and one of his plastic eyes was missing.  “Dude, it’s Freddie.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam turned to look at her then walked over to her.  “Man, I haven’t seen this thing in...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“About fifteen years,” she said for him.  “We used to have a blast with this thing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded.  “Or at least you did.  You threw him at me every chance you got.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed slightly at the memory.  “Yeah, I was cute then.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Adorable.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He’s in pretty bad shape,” she pointed out, turning the doll over in her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, he is over twenty years old, and spent most of that time in an attic,” he said with a shrug.  “But most of what’s wrong with him is your fault.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course, always is.  Why now?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pointed out a burn mark on Freddie’s back.  “Well, you lit him on fire when we were eight.   And you swallowed his eyeball during show-and-tell in kindergarten.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rolled her eyes.  “Stop whining about that, you got it back.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I didn’t want it back.”</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fic_crazed:124673</id>
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    <title>All The Same (Joan of Arcadia)</title>
    <published>2008-08-18T14:28:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-18T14:28:20Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfic100"/>
    <category term="joan of arcadia"/>
    <category term="adace fics"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; All The Same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Adam Rove and Grace Polk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #46 - Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Adam and Grace play with his daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fic_on_mind/62744.html"&gt;prompt table and disclaimer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Does she seriously like that thing?” Grace asked as Adam shook his daughter’s star-shaped rattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged.  “She seems to.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took the rattle from him and shook it in his face.  “Do you like it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled it away from her, putting it in Judith’s tiny hands.  She immediately put it in her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can’t she do something else other than bite on that thing?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lifted the little girl into his lap. “Like what?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know.  Roll over or play dead or something.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My daughter’s not dog.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Baby, dog.”  She shrugged a little.  “What’s the difference?”</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fic_crazed:124535</id>
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    <title>It's A Mental Illness (Joan of Arcadia)</title>
    <published>2008-08-18T00:44:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-18T00:49:32Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfic100"/>
    <category term="joan of arcadia"/>
    <category term="adace fics"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; It’s A Mental Illness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Joan of Arcadia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Adam Rove and Grace Polk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #83 - And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Adam and Grace talk about their relationships with Joan and Luke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fic_on_mind/62744.html"&gt;prompt table and disclaimer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, you like love Girardi, don’t you?” Grace asked, sitting down on the couch in the corner of Adam’s shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled slightly.  “Yeah.  Like, a lot.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rolled her eyes.  “Do you ever feel like you’re going crazy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s hard not to around Joan,” he said with a tiny shrug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well... Luke’s not Joan,” she mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You feel like you’re going crazy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, a little.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged.  “Maybe it’s a family thing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Or maybe I’m... doing that thing... you and Girardi did.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He raised his eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?  I could be.  I’m not incapable of human emotion, you know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re not?”</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fic_crazed:124267</id>
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    <title>Safety (Joan of Arcadia)</title>
    <published>2008-08-16T18:03:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-16T18:03:00Z</updated>
    <category term="joan of arcadia"/>
    <category term="jodam fics"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Safety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Adam Rove and Joan Girardi Rove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 108&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Adam installs baby locks on the kitchen cabinets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I don’t own Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Adam?” Joan called from the kitchen as she struggled to get the door of a cabinet near the floor open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked into the kitchen.  “What are you doing down there?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glared at him.  “Trying to get my cooking pots out.  What did you do?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to her and helped her stand, then shrugged.  He pulled the cabinet open for her.  “We need to baby proof the house.”  He tickled her stomach gently.  “We don’t want the baby getting hurt, right?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Right, of course not.  But did you really have to do it now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged slightly.  “What’s wrong with now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m only a month pregnant.”</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fic_crazed:124057</id>
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    <title>Bed Hog (Joan of Arcadia)</title>
    <published>2008-08-14T18:19:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-14T18:57:09Z</updated>
    <category term="lover100"/>
    <category term="joan of arcadia"/>
    <category term="jodam fics"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Bed Hog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Adam Rove and Joan Girardi (could be Rove)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #99 – Writer’s Choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Joan wakes up and finds out Adam didn’t sleep in their bed the previous night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fic_crazed/53975.html"&gt;prompt table and disclaimer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan walked out of the bedroom of her and Adam’s apartment to see him sitting at the tiny kitchen table, eating cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You’re up early,” she commented.  She moved into the kitchen to make herself breakfast, then saw the pillow and blanket on the sofa.  “You slept out here?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded then shrugged.  “I came in late last night.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So... you decided to sleep on the couch?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not exactly.  I actually was in bed for about five minutes.  You literally kicked me back out.”  He took a bite of cereal.  “You’re kind of a bed hog.  Usually I don’t mind, but you kinda kicked me in a not so nice place.”</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fic_crazed:123771</id>
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    <title>Nap Time (Joan of Arcadia)</title>
    <published>2008-08-14T16:06:24Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-14T16:06:24Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfic100"/>
    <category term="joan of arcadia"/>
    <category term="adace fics"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Nap Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Adam Rove and Grace Polk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #6 - Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 140&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Adam falls asleep while watching a movie with Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fic_on_mind/62744.html"&gt;prompt table and disclaimer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dude,” Grace said when she heard Adam snoring.  His head was against the back of the couch, his mouth hanging open slightly.   She hit him sharply in the back of the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He jolted forward, his eyes springing open.  He yawned and rubbed his eye.  “What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You were snoring.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighed and leaned against the back of the couch again.  “Sorry,” he mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paused the movie they were watching.  “What’s wrong?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Judith has the chicken pox.  She’s not sleeping.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, if my daughter doesn’t sleep, I don’t sleep.  Helen took her for today.”  He stretched his back out.  “I think I’ve had about five hours of sleep all week.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How’s Joan dealing?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, she’s fine.  She wakes me up when Judith needs something and goes back to sleep.”  He yawned again.  “Payback for all the midnight breast feedings.”</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fic_crazed:123599</id>
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    <title>How To Deal (Joan of Arcadia)</title>
    <published>2008-08-11T00:43:06Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-11T00:43:06Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfic100"/>
    <category term="joan of arcadia"/>
    <category term="adace fics"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; How To Deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Adam Rove and Grace Polk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #65 - Passing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 174&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Adam runs to Grace when Joan’s pregnancy mood swings begin to get to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fic_on_mind/62744.html"&gt;prompt table and disclaimer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam walked into Grace’s apartment when she opened the door without looking at her.  “Joan’s pregnant,” he mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at his back and closed the door quickly.  “She’s been pregnant for five months,” she reminded him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally looked at her.  “I know.  But I think she’s gone insane.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s Girardi,” she said with a tiny shrug.  “Well... Rove.  You know what I mean.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head.  “She moved all the furniture in the house.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“By herself?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, of course not.  She hired people.  The baby apparently needs the couch facing away from the TV.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So the kid doesn’t like Grey’s Anatomy?  I like it already.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He let out a quick breath.  “I don’t know what to do, Grace.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shrugged. “Swing by the grocery store and pick up a pint of mint chocolate chip and shove some pickles in there.  Apparently pregnant women like that.  Just remember, it’ll be over in about four months.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rolled his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know Joan won’t slap you.  Don’t make me do it for her.”</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fic_crazed:123156</id>
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    <title>Cure (Joan of Arcadia)</title>
    <published>2008-08-09T21:31:12Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-09T21:31:12Z</updated>
    <category term="joan of arcadia"/>
    <category term="ships50"/>
    <category term="jodam fics"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Adam Rove and Joan Girardi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #34 – Feeling Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 120&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Joan comes home from a camping trip with poison ivy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fic_crazed/85721.html"&gt;prompt table and disclaimer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan opened the front door of her house, scratching the large rash on her arm.  When she saw Adam standing on the porch, she quickly pulled her sleeve down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he saw it.  “What was that?” he asked worriedly, walking in and closing the door behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shook her head, scratching through her sleeve.  “The camping trip we went on... I kinda fell in some poison ivy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded, then smiled.  “So I guess you don’t wanna go out for dinner then?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made a face.  “Not really.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you hungry at all?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Little bit, I guess.  I’m just not in the mood to make anything.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head, then kissed her forehead quickly.  “I’ll cook.  You scratch.”</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fic_crazed:122944</id>
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    <title>Painted (Joan of Arcadia)</title>
    <published>2008-08-08T14:10:10Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-08T14:10:10Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfic100"/>
    <category term="joan of arcadia"/>
    <category term="adace fics"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Painted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Adam Rove and Grace Polk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #13 - Yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 117&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Adam and Grace paint her bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fic_on_mind/62744.html"&gt;prompt table and disclaimer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright yellow paint splattered across Adam’s face as he rolled paint onto Grace’s wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, why yellow?” he asked, ignoring the quickly drying paint on his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shrugged.  “My parents said the color gives them a migraine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded, continuing to paint the walls then suddenly turned to her and rolled some paint onto her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She winced.  “Dude, you got it in my eye.”  She doubled over, carefully touching her right eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dropped his roller.  “I did?  Oh, crap.  I’m sorry.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled a rag from his back pocket to wipe her face off, but she quickly straightened while he was distracted and shoved the paintbrush she held down the front of his shirt.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fic_crazed:122720</id>
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    <title>Elevator Surfing (Joan of Arcadia)</title>
    <published>2008-08-07T01:50:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-07T13:27:36Z</updated>
    <category term="lover100"/>
    <category term="joan of arcadia"/>
    <category term="jodam fics"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Elevator Surfing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Adam Rove and Joan Girardi (could be Rove)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #43 - Opportunity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 270&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Adam and Joan get stuck in an elevator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fic_crazed/53975.html"&gt;prompt table and disclaimer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam pushed the lit button to the floor he and Joan were going to.  The elevator they were on alone was stuck between floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Baby, I don’t think we’re going anywhere any time soon,” she told him, sitting in the corner.  “Just sit down and try to relax.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He let out a quick breath and ran his hands through his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You ok?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded.  “Just annoyed.”  He pushed the button once more in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got up and put her arms around him.  “You know, there is a way we can pass the time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled slightly.  “In an elevator?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why not?” she asked with a tiny shrug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged as well then kissed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hand went to his belt, which she opened quickly then pulled his pants down and he kicked them off.  She looked over his shoulder as he kissed her neck.  “There’s a video camera,” she breathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He followed her eyes and saw the tiny lens jutting slightly out of the wall.  He took off his shirt quickly and hung it over the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went back to her quickly, pressing her back against the wall.  He lifted her onto the thick metal handrail and pushed her skirt up to her waist, then pulled her panties off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fished him out of his boxers and he pushed into her quickly, claiming her lips again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he moved inside of her, the elevator shook back to life and began moving upwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan sighed, leaning against his shoulder.   “That was fun while it lasted.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without severing their connection, he reached over to push in the emergency stop.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fic_crazed:122584</id>
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    <title>She Sees Dead People (Joan of Arcadia)</title>
    <published>2008-08-06T20:47:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-06T21:44:29Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfic100"/>
    <category term="joan of arcadia"/>
    <category term="adace fics"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; She Sees Dead People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Adam Rove and Grace Polk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #35 – Sixth Sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 130&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Adam and Grace talk after Joan sees Rocky in the series finale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Note:&lt;/b&gt; obviously... spoilers for the series finale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fic_on_mind/62744.html"&gt;prompt table and disclaimer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What if there’s something wrong with her?” Adam whispered to Grace, Luke was walking on the other side of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She quickly sent her boyfriend to the biology closet, pushing Adam into an empty classroom.  “With who?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Joan,” he mumbled.  “I mean, you saw it too right?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You mean Girardi talking to the wall?  Yeah, I saw it.  But like I said, it’s her annual breakdown time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, what if there’s something really wrong with her?  She was talking to something.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, she talks to dead people.”  She rolled her eyes, saying the last two words in an eery whisper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You think she does?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged.  “I don’t what to think anymore.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dude, she might be crazy but she doesn’t belong in a Bruce Willis movie.”</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fic_crazed:122255</id>
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    <title>Rescue Me (Joan of Arcadia)</title>
    <published>2008-08-03T23:12:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-03T23:12:05Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfic100"/>
    <category term="joan of arcadia"/>
    <category term="adace fics"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Rescue Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Adam Rove and Grace Polk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #66 - Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 154&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Grace tries to talk to Adam after his mother’s death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fic_on_mind/62744.html"&gt;prompt table and disclaimer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace opened her front door and looked at Adam, who was standing alone in the rain, his back facing her.   “Rove,” she called, not sure if he could hear her through the heavy rain.  When he didn’t respond, she pulled her jacket on and went to meet him.  “What are you doing?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, he didn’t answer but she knew he heard her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Adam,” she tried once more, this time touching his arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He jumped slightly then looked her.  “I don’t really feel like talking,” he mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure you don’t, that’s why you’re standing outside my house in the pouring rain.”  She carefully pulled on the soaking wet sleeve of his hoodie.  “Come on inside.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head, turning away from her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine, stand out here and die.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He flinched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry,” she mumbled then shrugged.  “Whenever you feel like it, there’s a key-”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cut her off, finishing her sentence, “under the duck.”</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fic_crazed:121869</id>
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    <title>Just A Girl (Joan of Arcadia)</title>
    <published>2008-08-02T00:53:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-02T01:14:25Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfic100"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Just A Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Adam Rove and Grace Polk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #82 - If&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 155&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Adam tries to think of a good way to ask Joan out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author’s Note:&lt;/b&gt; takes place early in season one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fic_on_mind/62744.html"&gt;prompt table and disclaimer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s say you were a girl,” Adam mumbled, pacing around his shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace watched him, sitting on the sofa in the corner.  “Thank you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head.  “You know what I  mean.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not really.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know just... a girl.”  He shrugged slightly and scratched the back of his head.   “Would you go out with me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If I was a girl?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why not?” he asked, his face falling a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because you’re Rove.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rolled his eyes.  “Say I wasn’t me then.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok, if you aren’t you, who am I?  Other than a girl?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Girardi?” she guessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at her silently then slowly nodded.  “I kinda... think I have a crush on her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A crush?   Dude, more like you’re in love with her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes widened.  “How do-”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what causes all that drool in Chem.”  She shrugged.  “Only a girl.”</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fic_crazed:121751</id>
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    <title>Force Feed (Joan of Arcadia)</title>
    <published>2008-07-29T02:08:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-29T02:08:15Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfic100"/>
    <category term="joan of arcadia"/>
    <category term="adace fics"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Force Feed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt;  Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Adam Rove and Grace Polk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #58 - Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 110&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Graces tries to get Adam to eat something after his mother’s death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fic_on_mind/62744.html"&gt;prompt table and disclaimer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace put a plate of food on the table in front of Adam.   He looked down at the plate then up to Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Eat some dinner.  You have to be hungry,” she said as she sat down next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at it again like he didn’t understand to concept of eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dude, you haven’t eaten since...” she trailed off when he looked at her again.  “It’s been almost three days,” she said softly.   “Just a couple bites.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head slightly, his face blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know starving yourself won’t help anything, right?”  She sighed, not sure if he really heard her.  “Don’t make me force feed you.”</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fic_crazed:121557</id>
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    <title>Just Surrender (Joan of Arcadia)</title>
    <published>2008-07-28T22:49:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-28T22:49:08Z</updated>
    <category term="joan of arcadia"/>
    <category term="ships50"/>
    <category term="jodam fics"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Just Surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Adam Rove and Joan Girardi Rove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #41 - Lovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 254&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; high PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Joan tries to make Adam feel better after a long day of work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fic_crazed/85721.html"&gt;prompt table and disclaimer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam looked at Joan, who was sitting up in their bed reading, as he walked in the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, stranger,” she said after putting her book on the bedside table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey,” he mumbled, loosening his tie as he walked over to the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Long day?”  She looked at his back as he sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s almost 11.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Right.”  She moved over to him, still facing his back, and reached around to take his tie off.   She slowly unbuttoned the tops buttons on his shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jane, come on,”  he groaned, catching one of her hands.  “I’m tired.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A nice back rub might make you feel better.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled.  “Yeah, it’s what comes after the back rub that worries me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slipped one of her hands inside his shirt.  “I’ll be good, I promise.”  She kissed his neck gently as she moved her other hand into his shirt to rub his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know,” he mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of her hands went to his chest as her lips moved to his ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jane,” he moaned.  “Come on.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You come on,” she teased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighed and turned his head enough to meet her lips.  As if on cue, a high pitched cry echoed through their small apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She let out a quick laugh.  “Our daughter has great timing,” she mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nodded.  He caught her hand as she began to get off the bed.  “Hurry back.”  He kissed her quickly.  “We’ll finish what we started.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grinned.  “You aren’t tired?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged like he was surrendering.  “Not anymore.”</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fic_crazed:121261</id>
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    <title>Complicated (Joan of Arcadia)</title>
    <published>2008-07-26T01:40:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-26T01:40:51Z</updated>
    <category term="fanfic100"/>
    <category term="joan of arcadia"/>
    <category term="adace fics"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Complicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Adam Rove and Grace Polk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #81 – How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 150&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Adam’s newfound taste in music worries Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fic_on_mind/62744.html"&gt;prompt table and disclaimer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam looked up from where he lay on his bed when the music playing from his CD player abruptly stopped.  Grace’s hand was still on the power button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tell me I was losing my mind and didn’t just hear Avril Lavigne.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t answer her, so she opened the CD tray and pulled out the disk.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dude.  Seriously, I know you’re depressed after this thing with Girardi but what’s the point of torturing yourself?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got out of bed, took the CD from Grace and put it back in the player.  It started again, he didn’t look at her as he laid down again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music went off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Grace,” he groaned, sitting up slightly.   “Joan let me borrow it when we started dating.”  He shrugged slightly.  “I thought I lost it but the other day I started cleaning up in here...” he trailed off, shrugging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music started again.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fic_crazed:120903</id>
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    <title>Damage Control (Joan of Arcadia)</title>
    <published>2008-07-24T21:02:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-24T21:02:31Z</updated>
    <category term="roves fics"/>
    <category term="joan of arcadia"/>
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    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Damage Control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Adam Rove and Joan Girardi Rove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 105&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Adam and Joan have trouble controlling their children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; I don't own Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joan jumped when she heard a loud crash down the hall.  Adam walked in their bedroom a moment later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Judith’s bleeding,” he told her nonchalantly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sighed as he sat next to her.  “Does she need stitches?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head.  “Not this time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Anybody else bleeding?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not yet,” he sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mommy!”  An ear-piercing scream came, followed by another crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dad!”  Another voice followed shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam looked at Joan.  “You got called first.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What were we thinking, having three kids?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged and smiled a bit.  “That the way we get them is fun?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another crash.  “This isn’t as much fun.”</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fic_crazed:120819</id>
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    <title>Wreck of The Day (As The World Turns)</title>
    <published>2008-07-24T20:41:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-24T21:00:29Z</updated>
    <category term="as the world turns"/>
    <category term="parkerty fics"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Wreck of The Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; As The World Turns &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Parker Munson and Liberty Ciccone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 278&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Parker tries to get Liberty to talk to him after they sleep together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author Note:&lt;/b&gt; mentions of underage sex.  Spoilers for July 24, 2008... which basically if you read this header the P/L storyline is now ruined for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt; Not mine.  Just borrowing the kids, I'll return them in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you sure you’re ok?” Parker asked, watching Liberty get dressed as he pulled his shorts on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded and forced a smile without looking at him.  “Yep,” she said quickly.  A little too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lib, look at me,” he said gently, sitting down on his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes met his for a moment but she looked away again.  “I’m fine, Parker.   Ok?  It’s cool.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s not.  We should talk about this.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally looked at him and shrugged.  “What?  We had sex.  A lot of people have sex.  No big deal.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think it’s a big deal,” he mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok, so it’s a big deal.  It’s a huge deal.  You happy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head.  “No.  We really should talk about it.”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We had sex,” she said again, this time slower as if she was talking to an infant.   “And so what if it’s a big deal?  It’s done.  It’s over.   And the longest part of it, was you trying to get your shirt off.  Now, there’s something you can brag about to the guys in locker room, stud.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Locker room?  What?  You really think...” he shook his head, trailing off.  “Sit down.  Talk to me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ignored his last request.  “You’re probably the first one of your friends to lose it.  Gives you bragging rights, doesn’t it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No,” he sighed.   “Liberty, talk to me,” he tried once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, she looked down and shook her head.  “I should go.  I need to get home.”  She grabbed her backpack and quickly walked to his door.   “Remember to make your bed.  Make a quarter bounce.”  She lightly pounded his shoulder with her fist.  And she was gone.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fic_crazed:120554</id>
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    <title>Jitters (Joan of Arcadia)</title>
    <published>2008-07-23T18:47:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-23T18:47:45Z</updated>
    <category term="joan of arcadia"/>
    <category term="ships50"/>
    <category term="jodam fics"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Jitters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Joan of Arcadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Adam Rove and Joan Girardi Rove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; #37 - Everlasting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 144&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Adam and Joan talk before their baby is born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/fic_crazed/85721.html"&gt;prompt table and disclaimer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This baby’s never coming out,” Joan mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It will,” Adam told her.  “Just be patient.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She groaned, sitting up in her hospital bed.  “Not one of my strong qualities.  I don’t know why I’m in the hospital.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled.  “Because you’re in labor.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, I’m not.  If I was, I would be having a baby.  I can sit in bed and be cranky at home.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You shouldn’t be sitting up at all.”  He helped her lay down again.   “Just relax.  We’ll be parents before you know it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mouth dropped open.   “Oh, God.  We’re gonna be parents.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled again.  “Yeah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, Adam.  We’re gonna be parents.  What if this,” she said, pointing at her stomach, “turns out like me?  I can’t deal with a tiny version of me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged.  “It’s better than a tiny version of me.  I used to bite people.”</content>
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