Hey guys! Well i'm pretty new to this but I've been reading some of the fanfic stories and they're really good so I thought I'd give it a go.
Hope you like it :/ (Sorry if it's terrible)

..so what is fanfic and where's yours?

Fanfic is a story based on a book/movie/tv show, etc.

Part one

The professionals began to practise their routine that they had planned for the following week- lifts, tricks they pulled out all the stops to make this rountine special.

During the break, Ola and Erin were sat talking when Ola noticed that Erin kept looking over at Anton
" Is everything alright with you and Anton?" asked Ola
"Not really, he's been very secretive lately and when I ask him whats wrong or what he's doing, he just changes the subject.."
"Oh" Ola said, "I'm sure it's nothing"
"I hope so" Sighed Erin.




Flavia, Lillia and Karen were sat in the female professionals room chatting about how excited they were about Strictly starting up again when James and Anton walked in.
" Hey girls" James said "Will you do me a favor?"
"Sure, what do you need?" Questioned Lillia
"Well you know that Mine and Ola's anniversary are coming up?"
"I was thinking that I could surprise her at a her favourite restuarant but we need your help to get her their"
"Why us?" asked Flavia
" Because as far as she's concerned she thinks he's forgotten!" Laughed Anton
All the girls looked at each other and thought the same thought that James was so sweet when it came to Ola and instantly agreed.
"Great! Well mention it to the other girls but make sure Ola doesn't find out" smiled James.

Just wondering, shouldn't this be in the Games room?

They rang up, there was a table free, they booked.

OK, now how to get everybody there? You see, they had booked a table at Milliways, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe.

I'm sorry, what? Is that suppose to be part of my story or are you taking the mick? :L

I'm sorry if that sounded rude I just didn't know another way to write it

just friendly advice but I think tbh if there's a place where SCD fanfics are posted you'd be better off posting them in there rather than on here

in here in the nicest possible way people will comment how they see fit, good or bad.

if you're not prepared/able to take the fact that people will criticise and take the piss as well as hopefully say nice things, then' it's best to just not do this

but it's up to you

Not taking the mick - but there were a lot of these story threads on the old BBC Strictly boards - some of us even preferred them to the threads about the show, though I do agree we went a bit overboard on the smilies (full palette from H2G2). So everybody joined in and the stories got weirder and funnier and more lunatic as everybody added their bit.

Sorry if you weren't trying to introduce the same spirit here.

It's been tried before - you really cannot control such a thread once it's started.

Dorabella, I'd half forgotten those on the Beeb, they were brilliant. SCD a la Jane Austen I remember and the pantomime one. Really this isn't the "area" for fanfics because you will get people making fun - probably not maliciously either.

It's the one thing I miss from the Beeb boards - that and the wide range of smilies, not the mingy set that DS mods provide here. But I do not miss the 3-minute wait rule, nor the vicious spats with knuckle-dusters and vitriol that used to rise up out of nowhere to demolish newbie posters. Those I do not miss at all.

but there's always enough vitriol around these boards to keep the memory alive Only joking, I do so agree those were the downsides, certainly.

OP - good luck with getting a fanfic going - but maybe in the Games area as suggested?

The Jane Austen one was brilliant!!!

Getting a table there was easy, but there was a distance of 4 light-years between the kitchen and the dining table. To overcome delivery problems the dishes were sent via space-time warp and blackhole tunnel, which meant that they arrived in reverse order:

coffee with petits-fours
main course
soup

Worst of all, the time-travelling waiter wanted the bill paid before serving it.

It was only then that the Euro was disinvented so the Russian pros were left to empty their pockets of (t)roubles.
Pasha pulled out one of Nancy's sandals;

Anton stiffened. "What have you done with the rest of that lady?" he demanded, sternly.

"Ever since I arrived in Strictly I have been looking for a lady. They told me that however well supported a lady when spinning at speed will eventually be outed, if moving at hyperspeed then maybe both will be outed.

I've seen nuthin' yet, but I'll keep looking," said Pasha, with a Russian accent.

James poked his head round the door.

"Rehearsal time now - a group pro tango choreographed by Craig with a few extras. Who's up to partner Karen?"

"We're short of manpower right now, James," said Moira after a quick glance round the room. "Artem has injured the left side of his neck from lifting Holly onto his shoulder. Pasha's gone to the Kings Road to buy the most reliable Janet Reger non-slip bra for Chelsee. Anton's checked into The London Clinic for an extended stay."

"We're one man short, " said Moira ruefully.

"I shall partner Karen," said a blond visitor in the room, one with shocking hair (no not Robbie). He stood up, it was --
Boris Johnson.

"I am the only celeb who can afford lessons in Parsons Green." said Boris.

"I know when to advance, when to retreat. I can roar like a lion and coo like a dove. What more do you need to partner Karen? I out-talk Ann and out-manouvre Eggwina, what more do you need to partner Karen?" said Boris as the room warmed to the Mayor.

"However I have one condition. This tango shall move down the centre, but give the appearance of moving to the right, with an occasional nod to the left. At all times Karen shall give the impression I am leading," said Boris with first a smile then a sidesways toss of his head causing his hair to look like the MGM lion.

Moira felt her heart beating faster....

Quick - someone ring John Sergeant a call said James - at least Karen can tell him what to do and he will listen - Boris's track record for listening isn't that hot


Forget that said a voice in the corner - there is only one man to partner the legend and that is me. It was Ramps

Moira's ovaries melted. An ambulance whisked her away.

"We cannot go on meeting like this," Ramps breathed in Tango hold with Karen.
"No, my superpants are too tight," she hissed. "Let me up for a breather."

Boris butted in. "My turn, I think," he bumbled, beaming broadly. "Your partner's right behind you."

Ramps blinked, turned, and blenched. Natalie came forward in her governess costume, complete with whip.
"Gotcha!" she beamed, and then .....

"Now is the time for the two-woman tango," said Natalie wearing a costume borrowed from Ola, taking Karen in hold and simultaneously advancing her right leg into the aperture reserved for a firm right leg in the hottest tangoes. Electricity sizzled around the room, and Boris's golden hair stood on end.

"Ooooooh you are so masterful," said Karen with her head placed at an angle to signal more eloquently than semaphore....

Another hand lighted on Natalie's left shoulder, a hand no longer clutching a controversial part of the body. It was......

Nick Clegg

I think I may have some time on my hands before too long he said. David and Posh Boy don't need me so I want something to do that is going to keep me in the newspapers and on the telly


Karen grinned - Natalie I think he is yours- I'll look after Mark...

Now all we need to do said Ola is to sort out the judges- Moira is being taken care of. Karen can you ring Camilla and get her here pronto- and then tell Dixon that the other show is struggling a bit and needs her input(i mean the karaoke show on the other channel)

And let Ian know that Len is going on an extended vacation...