Fic, on time for once.
Mar. 15th, 2005 02:51 amThough how much of it is coherent... At least I think I'm starting to find the plot now. Apologies for the backstory and exposition; there's a lot of setting up for the next few chapters in this. Plenty of action in part five though, which won't be out till the weekend as I have to actually do some work now. *sighs* I'm also having a little too much fun with inventive technology really. Humour me. I'm crazy and sleep-deprived.
Title: Words and… (Halcyon 4)
Rating: R
Pairing: Implied Roddick/Fish, hints of Roddick/Federer
Summary: … The world ended. People didn’t. Not quite.
Notes: AU fic set in a hypothetical post-‘apocalyptic’ near future (I do love my apocalypses and jumping on the current AU bandwagon seemed like a good idea.) But this is one plot bunny that hasn’t had enough caffeine to sort itself out yet and I’m still sorting the threads out, so bear with me. Centred mainly around Roger’s POV with side trips into... well that would be telling. ;)
Disclaimer: Hasn’t… um, won’t happen to my knowledge, the various tennis players own themselves. Blame the plotbunnies. They started it.
Dedications: For
liroa15, who may (again) refuse to speak to me after this. For
scoobydumblonde who let us convert her. For everyone who encouraged me with this. It may have been a bad idea. :)
Warnings: Abuse, violence, deaths of various RL people you may be fond of, mentions of terrorism, voluntary/involuntary drug use, the world post-‘apocalypse', probably more I've missed. It’s all fun and games here.
( (H4) Words and... )
I am so asleep right now, s'crazy. Emails, comments and whatnot will be answered and so on in the morning. I may pass out if I don't get some proper sleep right now though. *flops*
Clo
EDIT: Added the banner, which I forgot about earlier. Because this is fast approaching Parisian Dreams length and over, so it really needs a banner. Not just an excuse to play on Photoshop. Nope.
To bed!
Title: Words and… (Halcyon 4)
Rating: R
Pairing: Implied Roddick/Fish, hints of Roddick/Federer
Summary: … The world ended. People didn’t. Not quite.
Notes: AU fic set in a hypothetical post-‘apocalyptic’ near future (I do love my apocalypses and jumping on the current AU bandwagon seemed like a good idea.) But this is one plot bunny that hasn’t had enough caffeine to sort itself out yet and I’m still sorting the threads out, so bear with me. Centred mainly around Roger’s POV with side trips into... well that would be telling. ;)
Disclaimer: Hasn’t… um, won’t happen to my knowledge, the various tennis players own themselves. Blame the plotbunnies. They started it.
Dedications: For
Warnings: Abuse, violence, deaths of various RL people you may be fond of, mentions of terrorism, voluntary/involuntary drug use, the world post-‘apocalypse', probably more I've missed. It’s all fun and games here.
( (H4) Words and... )
I am so asleep right now, s'crazy. Emails, comments and whatnot will be answered and so on in the morning. I may pass out if I don't get some proper sleep right now though. *flops*
Clo
EDIT: Added the banner, which I forgot about earlier. Because this is fast approaching Parisian Dreams length and over, so it really needs a banner. Not just an excuse to play on Photoshop. Nope.
To bed!