Title: All's Fair in Love and Tennis
Disclaimer: The characters of "Roswell" belong to Jason Katims, Melinda Metz, WB, and UPN. They are not mine and no infringement is intended.
Summary: Max Evans is an aspiring tennis player from London, whose hero and inspiration is Jeff Parker, 9-times Grand Slam winner and former British and world number one. Liz Parker is Jeff's daughter, who has followed in her dad's footsteps to become an up-and-coming new tennis star. What happens when Max and Liz meet at their first ever Grand Slam tournament?
July 8th 2007 – Men's Singles Final, Wimbledon 2007
'Okay, you can do this; just take deep breaths and stay calm,' twenty-six-year-old Max Evans repeated to himself silently as he bounced the tennis ball on the ground once…twice…three times, preparing for the serve.
He closed his eyes in concentration as he geared up his body to begin the match. When he opened them, the first thing he saw was Liz Parker watching him from the side of the court. A small grin tugged at his lips as she sent him a smile of encouragement and gave a thumbs-up. He nodded in response, sucking in one final breath as he threw the ball in the air and brought his racket smashing down, thereby opening the match.
As he watched his opponent hit the ball back over the net, he lunged forward to return it, a burst of adrenaline shooting through him. He almost couldn't believe this was really happening; he'd made it to the Wimbledon final – something he'd been dreaming about since he was a small boy, watching the legendary Jeff Parker win his third consecutive Wimbledon title back in 1986.
The first rally of the match was well underway and Max was playing well. Every now and then, he'd glimpse her flowing dark hair and pensive gaze on him as he moved and a smile would slide across his face at the sight. Liz Parker, daughter of famous tennis player, Jeff Parker, was the most beautiful girl he'd ever laid eyes on and the woman who, after years of struggles and hurting, was actually back in his life again. And being honest, if it weren't for her, he wouldn't be standing here today, competing for the championship cup, with a 50:50 chance of actually winning it.
Liz was definitely his good luck charm today, he decided, as the umpire called his name: he'd won the first game. He jogged back to his chair for a quick swig of water. His eyes flew to her once more as he picked up his racket again and made his way back onto the court. At one time, she had been everything to him: his best friend, his support, and his other half, and back then, he couldn't have imagined being without her. However, there had been obstacles in their way over the last few years, things that had kept them apart and now it amazed him that she was actually here supporting him today.
Right this moment, life was great, and if he could manage to stay on top and play his best today, in a couple of hours, his life could be perfect once again.