*dies*

This makes me hugely, unspeakably giddy with happiness. I'm devastated that thee's no TV coverage of it that I can watch but it's enough that they're in *another* final together.

Does it make me a bad Roger fan to be rooting for Andy to win this one?

In news of tennis slash, the 'small' fic I started as an apology for Bounty taking so long is now in fact very nearly as long as Bounty and not quite finished. I'm hoping to get it done today but flatmates keep wandering in to talk to me and I haven't quite got round to explaining the concept of slash to any of them yet. But I'm hopeful. Federer icons should also be posted later, as I get a few more done.

I think most of the flat has gone to town; there was a minor drama with Kerrie's car not starting but they seem to have sorted it. I should've gone really but I forgot they were going until they were ready and then it was too much effort to have lunch and get changed in the space of five minutes. I will definitely get down to Lancaster sometime this week; I can even see the bus stop from my window. It's just a matter of being organised... which currently isn't my strong point.

Am off to try and finish tennis slash. If anything's going to inspire me to finish, it'll be another Roger/Andy final.

Clo

Oh god.

Tennis Mary-Sues. Oh god. I've never wanted to scratch my eyes out so much before in my life.

F**k. That was unbelievably terrifying. I never want to have an experience like that again. I didn't even read the damn fics; just the summaries were enough.

I'm warning you all; avoid tennisfanfic if you value your sanity.

(If I thought I could go back there without trying to burn it down I'd post tennis slash there. Just to see the "OMGYOUSICKPERSONANDYISSSOOONOTGAYSOTHEREWAAAAHH!" fangirly MarySue reaction.

But I fear Andy's teenage girl fans too much to even think of it. Because they are truly teh evol.)

*shudders* I need coffee to get me through that horrible, horrible experience.

Then... you may all get tennis slash and federer icons. If you're lucky. ;-)

Clo

Rushrushrushrush...

I'm in a huge rush so this is just going to be the basic fic; no - or very little - formatting, italics and so on. I'll fix everything later tonight when I get back.

Title: Forget Me Not
Rating: R… again a few moments that may kick it up a little higher. (EDIT: I've changed my mind. This is basically NC-17)
Fandom: Tennis!slash
Pairing: Federer/Roddick
Summary: Roger never wanted it to end and now he can’t forget it did. Roger’s POV.
Notes: Inspired in a round-about way by Dido’s Sand in my Shoes, by Lirpa’s urging for me to write fluff instead of angst (no promises on how well I succeeded) and by my desperate need to work on my inner-Roger-voice. Also I remembered *after* writing the Olympic flashback that I think the Athlete’s Village had communal showers. Indulge an author’s creative licence.
Disclaimer: I own nothing or no one. Surprised? ;-)

Flashbacks are between the periods (. . . ) - they’re too long for italics but hopefully they should be obvious.

Finally, this is long, around 9,000 words. Just to let you know. :-)

( Forget Me Not )

Gah, I've gotta run. Enjoy - even with incomplete italics and no editing. ;-)

Clo