AN: I'm not sure how much longer I can keep this going. I'm thinking of ending it soon and going with a sequel. But that's still all up in the air. Tell me what you think.

I do not own JOA, although, I wish I did.

Three months later and many hours of physical therapy, left Joan on crutches (again) and Adam feeling as though he would never be able to lift anything heavy again.

The Girardi's, Grace, and Mr. Rove had all come up from arcadia to see Adam's opening. Adam had been busy the last three months. Mostly with painting since he couldn't do his normal sculptures. As Joan continued to look around a young business like woman approached her. "You must be Jane or Joan."

With a small laugh Joan said, "Joan. Only Adam calls me Jane."

"Eliza. I am Adam's agent/art dealer/manager/time keeper. I swear, if I didn't keep track of time for him, he would never get anything done."

"Well, that's Adam for you. He has always functioned on his own time." Both women shared a laugh.

"Anyways, I wanted to thank you. I do not know what you said to him over the last couple of months, but the angel painting series he has come up with is the best work I have seen him create. And since you are his inspiration for everything, I feel as though I should thank you for making my job easy."

Joan didn't know exactly what to say. She really didn't know that she was Adam's inspiration. She had always assumed that his mother occupied that position. Mentally kicking herself for not responding sooner Joan said, "Thank you. Could you tell me where this angel series is? I'd like to see it for myself."

"Of course, it's right around the corner." With that Joan headed for the small room around the corner.

As she entered the small room her breath was taken away with the figure she saw in all of the paintings. It was her. She was shown in all forms of an angel and all expressions. The two most moving pieces were entitled "Love" and "Sadness". Joan knew that these were the boundaries of their relationship. At one extreme there was the love between the two that nothing could break and at the other end was the cloud of sadness that seemed to follow then everywhere. Joan began to cry from the beautiful images that Adam had portrayed her as. Even the pieces where he focused on "sadness" and "loneliness" and "abandonment" the beauty was still there.

Joan moved around the room and she was so focused on studying every detail that she didn't hear Adam enter. "I was hoping you wouldn't find these until I could be here with you. But, I should have known better." Joan turned around. At the sight of Joan, Adam came rushing over. "Jane, don't cry. You know I cannot stand it when you cry. Besides, I wanted you to be happy about the paintings, not sad."

Composing herself before beginning. "Oh Adam, it's not that. These are tears of joy. I just didn't know that you felt the way you do. I guess that I never realized that you think of me as this beautiful person. Even when you depict unhappy things, the images are still beautiful." With that Joan began to cry again.

"Jane, you are beautiful to me and you always will be."

A quiet moment was shared between the two before they headed out to the main portion of the gallery so Adam could greet his guests. As they walked Joan just keep thinking that this was the way it was supposed to be.

AN: That's it for now. I have an idea about a sequel, but I could just add it on as another couplechapters. Let me know what you think.