*yawns*

Allllllllllllmost there. I'm writing the last few paragraphs and it's very nostalgic to think that a few paragraphs and a short epilogue (later in the week) away, this fic with all be over. *sniffles*

And then I think of the editing and the rewrites and burst into tears. ;-) The initial writing is the fun part.

Anyway, shouldn't be long now. Oh and hello five am. Haven't seen you in all of what, forty eight hours? Less?

Clo

*yawns*

This fic has ended in me being so very sleep deprived. I apologise for lack of editing and loose ends I've missed tying up. If you spot anything please let me know; I'll either fix it in the epilogue or rewrite.

And so for {almost} the last time...


Title: Shantih (Halcyon 11)
Rating: R
Pairing: Implied Roddick/Fish, implied Federer/Haas, Roddick/Federer, Fish/Haas/Safin
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: As always for liroa15,scoobydumblonde and australian_imp for far too much encouragement. :) Despite the death threats. ;)
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.

Specific part 11 note: ‘Shantih’ is the last word – last three words to be exact - of T.S. Eliot’s The Wasteland which inspired this fic, and was translated by Eliot himself to mean "the Peace which passeth understanding."


Part One - The Wasteland
Part Two - Living on Promises
Part Three - If Only
Part Four - Words and...
Part Five - ... Actions
Part Six - Running
Part Seven - Under the Shadow
Part Eight - Playing the Hero
Part Nine - Fallen
Part Ten - ...

( (H11) Shantih )

It's been a wild ride and it's not quite over but I'm going to bed now. Night!

Clo

*I wonder if they say these things deliberately sometimes?

Commentator on Rafa watching Moya play:

"Rafael Nadal, fellow Majorcan. Trying to support his man Carlos Moya here in this very tough first round match."

*dies*

Why does Rafa get prettier every time I see him?

EDIT: Oh and Carlos, if you lose as you seem to be heading towards doing? liroa15 and shana0809 will *sulk* and it will not be pretty. Win or... or we'll give Rafa to someone else. *nods solemnly*

*sighs*

I am so childish and yet I saw the picture and couldn't resist. Had to spend a good hour demarking it first, but I still couldn't resist. *pets Roger* Poor baby. Did anyone else think his hair was looking especially pretty today? And if Mirka doesn't stop playing with her phone during his matches then I'm going to come up for a reason for it in fic dammit.

Today I have accomplished nothing, other than posting H11. Well, I watched tennis and read more of The Three Musketeers. Have concluded that while d'Artagnan is funny to watch from a distance, he'd be a real pain in the ass to be friends with. Still, am enjoying it so far which is good since the book's been sitting on my shelf for almost a year now without me reading it.

I have played on the Sims once since I got home from uni three weeks ago. This is a scandalous situation that needs to be remedied, so I'm off to play on the Sims. Yay! And then I think I'll sleep before I pass out. I think I've actually seen 5am more often than 10am this holidays. Craziness.

Clo

*blinks*

What is it with the PLOTBUNNIES today!! First of all I'm watching Moya's match this afternoon and half-reading The Three Musketeers at the same time and suddenly the two collide and I'm like "OMG tennis players as musketeers fic!" and spend the next ten minutes shrieking at my mind to shut up. Then I'm idly thinking about spin-off fics for Halcyon and realise I have three POVs and three fun titles and have to stop myself planning those. And now I just read that Roger plays the piano and think "Aw, that would be so cute in a fic somehow," and I need to STOP now, kthnxbye! *takes a deep, calming breath*

I'm blaming sleep deprivation. Am going to go away and actually get to sleep before midnight now. Before the plotbunnies eat me.

Am crazee, crazee I say!

Clo

EDIT: It's midnight already and I need to get some sleep. *woe* I'll leave scoobydumblonde to get eaten by the friendly plotbunnies. ;-) Andy as a hooker! *dies*

Night!