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Bounty currently = 10,705 words.

This is going to break the 11,000 word mark.

This was meant to be a short-ish fic. What the hell happened?

There's ice forming on the cards beneath my window, all in pretty and sparkling patterns. I am *so* getting up early enough to take a photo of the hills in all the frost.

EDIT: 11,074 words, none of which is Fin. Am officially insane.

Hhmm.

If I said "snogged" would the none Brits here understand what I meant?

And Bounty's hit 11,958 words. One of which is indeed Fin. Bring on the editing! *woe*

I need to get out my PJs. *is lazy*

"I feel like a pig." "Pumbaa, you *are* a pig." "Oh."

Title: Bounty
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Roddick/Federer
Fandom: Tennis/Olympics 2004
Summary: Andy’s got a $500 bounty on his head and everyone is stalking him. Roger just seems to find the whole thing amusing.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be, never met them and they probably wouldn't want me to. All real people mentioned during this fic own themselves and I make no claims any of this actually happened. Other than the Australian's $500 which was apparently genuine. ;-)
Notes: Set Thursday August 19th, the day after Andy lost his match to Fernando Gonzalez of Chile. Roger lost the Tuesday in both the doubles and singles. Cross-posted to Olympia: the Olympic RPS Archive.
Dedications: I owe several people thanks for helping get this fic written; first to mercury32 for giving me the plot bunny and encouragement, the unspeakably wonderful http://www.athensguide.com/ which helped me navigate the winding streets of Athens having never been there and finally – and most importantly - to liroa15 and shana0809, for wanting more and letting me convert them to tennis slash. :-)

A few final things: ouzo – frequently referred to in this fic – is a type of Greek alcoholic drink, tasting somewhat of aniseed or perhaps liquorice. Different brands and types are served all over Greece and the Greek Islands and while I personally am not a fan, visiting Greece usually involves drinking it at some point – or indeed, for the entire trip.

>When Andy's thinking to himself, it's in italics.

>And yes, from what I’ve read Athens’ National Gardens is indeed overrun with ducks. ;-)

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I think it's mostly formatted. I should've edited it some more but it's taken me so long anyway - almost exactly three months since I started it I think - to finish it that it's about damn time it got posted. ;-)

liroa15, went to check my mail and although I *have* got a 'package' (which is anything bigger than an ordinary, flat envelope)the porter wasn't there so I couldn't collect it. Will get it tomorrow and let you know.

Am off to wait for Andy's match to start now. Am terrified of him losing to Hewitt. I'll cry bitterly if he does.

C'mon Andy! :-)

Clo

I shouldn't be getting this upset.

Andy you're tearing me to pieces here.

You can do this. I've *seen* you do it before. Please, please don't let Hewitt win. Do you want me to cry? I'd get down on my knees and beg if I thought it'd make a difference.

Even worse I screamed at the Live Scores in a fit of rage when Roddick broke in the first set that if he lost I'd slash him with Hewitt.

Then I realised what I'd said and got even more upset. Because now I've said it, I'll have to do it. If he loses. And that scares me more than anything. Because right now? He's losing. Losing. Lost...

... and suddenly... I just want to curl up and forget the world exists.

Andy, you're a moron. Thanks. Just... yeah.

Expect Roddick/Hewitt slash sometime soon.