Allo! Here's chapter ten! Sorry for the wait...I had an awful case of writer's block for this! But I'm baaackk! And, yes, this was AGAIN inspired by a fan-fic by xRajahx…"The Day Roger Quit Fan-Fiction." Girl's a bloody brilliant author.

A/N: This chapter contains some HUMOROUS fun-poking at Oliver! fan-fics in general. NONE OF THIS IS DIRECTED AT ANY ONE AUTHOR AND EVERY WORD OF THIS IS PURELY FOR HUMOR'S SAKE. I even poke fun at myself! So no hate-mail please...I love you all and would NEVER write anything to hurt ANYBODY! This is all jokes! Hahaha material! Okay?

Okay?

~Rosey

Dear Diary,

Wow life has been boring here. I mean usually Oliver's at least, ya know, having an opera-sing-off with himself, but even he's shut up lately. Which is kinda scary. Like the world's ending or something.

But yeah, life's been so freakishly dull lately that I'm kinda starting to think the Big Man up there is giving us a break before something really huge and major happens...LIKE A SQUIRREL INVASION!

Which is gonna happen.

Okay, you wanna know how boring it's been around here? Yesterday me and Charley were out on the job and, get this, nothing went even remotely wrong.

I'm dead serious. No almost-getting-caught (which doesn't really happen to me, but does to Charley at least once a week), no having to wear dresses, no reason for me to use me amazing acting skills again, nothing!

And then when we got back to the hideout, Nancy was playing cards with Oliver. And when she won she gave him a kiss on the cheek and said "It's okay, honey! You just might win next time!"

This isn't really boring, I just thought I'd rant about it 'cause the last time me and her played cards, I let her win and she just shook my hand and said "Good game, Dodge." I swear that girl is so bloody blind I'm suprised she don't need glasses.

So I was so bored that I decided to take advantage of that computer thingy-ma-jiger left to us by the aliens (A/N: Refer to my fic Consider Yourself in the 21st Century) and just see what was going on out there in the big bright beautiful world.

And I found a little thing called Fanfiction dot net.

Diary I'm so scared I could pull an Oliver and scream like a little girl.

Okay, so apparently there's these people called "fangirls" who, somehow, know the entire story of my life and of the lives of all the good people around me and make stories about us. I ain't kidding. It's scary.

They seem to like to torture me a LOT, which isn't exactly a friendly thing to do. Plus, they like to pair me up with "OC's." (Dodger glares at Rosebud5.) I mean, some of them are nice and I actually wouldn't mind meeting said girl.

But some are just flat out scary.

Oh! There are some fics about me and Nancy I quite like...Like A Winter's Chill by someone called Maplefrost who needs to update that story quite badly 'cause I wanna know if I live or die and plus also if me and Nance end up together!

Maple, me mate, if you're reading this, you're bloody brilliant and I wanna know what happens. Let me know, would ya?

ANYWHO, wanna know what's even more scary?

This diary. Is on that...um...what the word? Oh, yeah. "Website."

HOW THE BLOODY HECK DID THIS ROSEY GIRL GET A-HOLD OF ME DIARY?

And that's not all! At the top of all these stories these fan-people put something called "disclaimer" (or most of 'em do, anyway) at the top of the stories and they say they don't "own" me! LIKE BLOODY HECK YOU DON'T! And then when they say they wish they did? That's even creepier.

Creeps.

You scare me.

And then there's these things called "Slash fan-fics"...Not even gonna tell you about them.

I have been emotionally scarred.

I had to wash my eyes out with scalding hot water.

Which Bet didn't like at all.

SPEAKING OF WHICH!

If any of you fangirls are reading this (which apparently you do) PLEASE no...how would I write this..."Bet/Dodger" stories! 'Cause that would be just wrong.

I mean I guess I couldn't stop you.

But please.

But you may write as many "Dodger/Nancy" stories as you like.

Just keep 'em rollin' in.

'Cause it looks like that's as close as I'm gonna get.

Yours Truly,

The Artful Dodger

Like I said, all of this was purely for HUMOR'S SAKE and was not directed at any one author. It was directed at the lot of us:)

PLEASE review? THEY GET YOU DODGER HUGS!

And Rosey hugs, if you'd like one.

LOVES YA!

~Rosey