Oh god, I am getting no sleep tonight...

... because finding somewhere to write when you have no room of your own to retreat to... *sighs* You have to wait for everyone else to go to bed and take over the sofa, which I'm sleeping on tonight anyway again. Oh the joys of decorating. ;)

Anyway, what I promised, and it's too long and too disjointed, but it's all things that had to be done and it was easier to stick them all together.

Title: Running (Halcyon 6)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Implied Roddick/Fish, Haas/Safin, 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.

Part One - The Wasteland
Part Two - Living on Promises
Part Three - If Only
Part Four - Words and...
Part Five - ... Actions

( (H6) Running )

*coff*convinientplotdeviceswayhey!*coff* ;)

Ngh. I need to start posting fic when I'm not about to pass out from tiredness. *yawns*

Night!

Clo

-_-

Am being whined at by the parents for the 'mess' the house is in from decorating. Even though they seem to be making most of the mess.

I'm only getting the daytime stuff from Miami, so I won't get Roger's match tonight.

I had four hours sleep last night.

No, we are not amused.

Almost there.

Well I have a room. It's basically four wallpapered-walls, a bed and an empty bookcase right now but at least they're my four walls. Waiting until tomorrow to put all the things up - clock, pictures etc - to let the wallpaper dry but I've checked and they all go with the colour of the walls, so by tomorrow night it should be looking like my room again. :)

Only now I have the mammoth task of unpacking all my books onto the bookcase. *sighs* And tomorrow I need to sort through everything I don't need - I have so much *junk*, I didn't realise - and throw out everything I don't need anymore, no matter how attached I am to it. The theme of this decorating is NO CLUTTER, so anything clutteresque is going out. Mmm. Peace and quiet...

Can't watch tennis. 'rents say there're other things they want to watch, namely godawful British soaps. On the day I rule the world, I will ban Eastenders, Coronation Street, Emmerdale... and there will be *good* TV. Like endless Buffy and Farscape repeats. Heh. :D

So yes, am mildly sulking because I did want to watch Henman's match. Caught the end of Gaudio's earlier and hid behind a pillow, whimpering about how guilty I felt, mock me liroa15 and I'll let the muses loose with their angst. ;) Y'know, Coria is pretty. I like him. *pets*

This entry is solely to celebrate the fact I don't have to update from downstairs anymore, with 'rents leaning over my shoulder every three seconds going "Who're you talking to?!" "Who's eljay?" "What're you doing?!"

No I didn't nearly throw pointy objects at them today, why'd you ask? Oh I miss Lancaster.

Off to search for food because I'm starving and sneak looks at the tennis every time the man falls asleep. May be back later, if I don't pass out from tiredness. Four bloody hours sleep!

Clo