Not only is it RPS, but it's Yankeeslash. ohgodwhyyyyy?

I finally did it. I hate my brain forever, but I did it. It's been brewing since October, I guess it was kind of inevitable, but still. Damn Yankees.

Crossposted to contrelamontre; this post linked in sports_slash and theboysofsummer.



TITLE: "Parallel Universe"
AUTHOR: Cathryn (catslash33@yahoo.com)
FANDOM: Major League Baseball RPS
PAIRING: Alex Rodriguez/Derek Jeter
RATIG: PG-13 for language
SUMMARY: Alex can only push so far. Takes place after Game Six of the 2004 ALCS.
NOTE: Maybe now they'll move out of my head and let me concentrate on my Red Sox. But somehow I doubt it.
NOTE THE SECOND: This fic was written for the contrelamontre perfection challenge in forty-four minutes.
DISCLAIMER: The ball-slapping (*coughcough*) incident really happened. Everything else is the product of extreme ALCS sleep deprivation on my part and, as far as I know, never happened. Although I'd bet money that Torre really did chew A-Rod out, 'cos stupid he ain't.



( Alex stares sullenly at the floor as Torre raves on and on at him. )