through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered . . .

Whoops. I promised petty, vindictive, suck-it-Princess fic, didn't I? But then I got drunk distracted and forgot to post it. I'm not feeling especially vindictive anymore, but I wasted the receipt tape and all, so here it is. Like the Tigers ficlet, is it sans header 'cos it's too short to bother.

NOTE THE FIRST: Takes place in the same universe as "Clown" and "Looking." Obviously the night of the Most Annoying Game Ever.
NOTE THE SECOND: Disclaimer. Fiction. I'll take a crazy leap and assume that maybe, just maybe, A-Rod was in a pretty good mood after the game, but everything else in here I made up. I am making no implications about anyone mentioned in this fic. Please not to be suing for libel, kthx.

( After the game, Alex is flying high. )

Took my very first trip to the corner laundromat today. Thought it would be a tedious pain in the ass, but time flies when you're ficcing. (Surprisingly, writing Yankeeslash in a laundromat is not as surreal is you'd think.)



TITLE: "Looking"
AUTHOR: Cathryn (catslash33@yahoo.com)
PAIRING(S): *takes a deep breath* Derek Jeter/Tino Martinez, Jorge Posada/Alex Rodriguez, implied Jeter/Rodriguez, implied Jeter/Posada, distantly implied Jeter/Nomar Garciaparra
RATING: PG-13 for RPS occurences
SUMMARY: Jorge is done watching.
NOTES: A follow-up of sorts to "Clown," but can also be read as a stand-alone fic.
DISCLAIMER: It's all fiction. Never happened, not currently happening, never will happen, implies nothing about any of the people mentioned. No libel to see here, folks, move it along.




( Tino and Derek are standing in a corner of the locker room, talking quietly. )