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Hi, I've been lurking for a little while now and decided I should post a story. I haven't written very much Red Dwarf so I apologise if they are slightly out of character, other characters wouldn't leave me alone when I wrote this.

Also, thank you [livejournal.com profile] zekkass for betaing! I know you've been busy! You rock!


Title: Piano

Rating: PG

Characters/Pairing: Lister/Rimmer hints

Word Count: 848

Summary:


Rimmer opened the door and led Lister into the AR room. He stepped in behind the other man and had Holly plug him into the ‘game’ as Lister plugged himself in.

“So, you dragged me in here to play a game?” Lister complained half-heartedly. Rimmer shot him a look but continued what he was doing.

Behind him, Lister was pacing. Suddenly, he found himself in a white room that didn’t appear to have any doors. He tried walking to see if it had walls, but he appeared to only be walking in circles and since everything was the same hue of white he couldn’t tell which direction he was going in anyway.

“Rimmer, you smeghead, what kind of trap did you put me in!?” Lister yelled to the ceiling, or rather what he thought was the ceiling. Then a door opened. Well, a hole in the wall appeared; to Lister, it only made sense to think of it as a door. After all, what’s a door but a hole in the wall?

“Come on in,” said a familiar voice from inside the hole.

Lister paused tentatively before deciding, why not, and walked in the direction of the hole. After two tries, Lister stopped walking. He wasn’t able to walk in a straight line; being in a singularly coloured environment somehow threw his ability to walk straight. He looked down, hoping that if he saw his feet he would be able to walk easier. He gasped when he couldn’t see them, he then realised he, too, was wearing all white.

Finally he made it through the ‘door’ and into another all white room. Except this one, in what was probably the centre of the room, held a shiny, black, grand piano. Lister jumped when he heard the sound of a door slamming and then watched Rimmer walk in. Except there was something different about him; Lister couldn’t quite figure out what it was, but he could tell. Maybe it was the slight jump in his usual military stride, or the way his clothing rested nicely on every curve of his body.

Lister breathed in the sight of him. Rimmer was wearing all black; his suit, tie, and shoes all black. And in his hands he was carrying a dozen red roses. Lister smiled at him and opened his mouth to say something, but he held his hand up and silenced him.

Rimmer took Lister by the hand and led him to the piano bench. They sat down beside each other and Rimmer looked at Lister expectantly.

“Rimmer,” Lister asked, “why are you looking at me like that?”

Rimmer smiled sweetly, and placed the roses on top of the piano, “Will you play something for me, Dave?”

Lister did a double take at the sound of Rimmer calling him Dave, and then paused. How did he know that he could play? Did he ever tell him? Had he told him and had forgotten? Lister thought about asking him how he knew, but he decided to play while he had the chance to play. It had been so long since he’d even seen a piano. He wasn’t even sure if he remembered how. After all, it had been millions of years. Lister didn’t even know how to explain to Rimmer the joy that this was bringing him. So he decided he would express it by playing. He would let the notes he play show him.

Lister’s hands danced across the keys. Dancing from notes like A flat to G sharp and so on. Rimmer planted a sweet kiss on his cheek as he continued to play. He played and played, and by the time that he felt that he was finished he had no clue how many minutes, or even hours, had gone by. He looked to where Rimmer was sitting, but he wasn’t there. And the piano was gone too. The ‘game’ had ended.

Lister unplugged himself from the game and looked around to find Rimmer standing by the door, looking thoughtfully back at Lister.

“What was that?” Lister asked quietly and walked next to where Rimmer stood.

“It was a dream I had about a week ago. I had Holly put it on an AR disk. I wanted to see, in real life, you play. Like that.” Rimmer said softly. He stared off into the distance, like he was still playing the scene over and over in his head.

“How did you know?”

“I don’t know. I just felt it, or something. I sound incredibly dim don’t I? I’m sorry.” Rimmer turned to leave, but the sound of Lister’s voice halted him.

“Thank you.”

The image faded as Lister opened his eyes. It was a dream. Of course it was a dream, Rimmer wasn’t that nice. He sat up, trying to untangle himself from his sheets. His head hit the wall next to his bunk and made a loud thunk. He rubbed his head lightly.

“Will you be quiet?” He heard Rimmer snap from the bottom bunk. Lister just sighed and shook his head. No, Rimmer wasn’t that nice.
___
End

Concrit welcomed and encouraged! Thanks!

Date: 2006-06-19 09:05 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] zekkass.livejournal.com
It's up? Good. I like how you combined the endings.

One note: 'drug'. Don't use it. Try 'dragged'. Sorry for missing it in the beta.

Date: 2006-06-19 09:26 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] zekkass.livejournal.com
At the beginning of the story. (Lister's first dialogue) and in the lj-cut text.

Date: 2006-06-19 09:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] roadstergal.livejournal.com
Ach, it's always that way for Lister and his dreams, isn't it? :p For some reason, I just had an image of Victor/Victoria, with Lister singing Crazy World as Victoria and Rimmer as King...

I have detailed concrit - email me (mailto:roadstergal@gmail.com) if you want it, skip it if you don't. ;)

Date: 2006-06-19 10:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kahvi.livejournal.com
Interesting endings, and some lovely imagery. I wish I had time to give detailed concrit; listen to [livejournal.com profile] roadstergal - we usually agree anyway. ;)

Always nice to see new writers!

Date: 2006-06-19 11:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] roadstergal.livejournal.com
some lovely imagery

Yes, Rimmer showing interest in a pianist... *ahem* And of course, the only thing better than roses on a piano is tulips on an organ.

Sorry, I'm in a mighty strange mood.

Date: 2006-06-19 11:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kahvi.livejournal.com
Hey, you're not editing sex scenes!

Geez, I can't hear the word "organ" in these circumstances without thinking of Hammond Time. Just... Just don't ask. *mumbles something about knees and praising*

Date: 2006-06-19 11:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] roadstergal.livejournal.com
Hey, you're not editing sex scenes!

No, I'm just imagining them. :) It brings a whole new dimension to "Oh, come, all ye faithful."

(With this fic still in mind.) Now I want some Photoshop maven to do The Fabulous Baker Boys with Lister as Jeff Bridges and Rimmer as Michelle Pfeiffer.

Date: 2006-06-21 02:49 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] zekkass.livejournal.com
Oh god. I'll never be able to sing in church again...

Date: 2007-11-21 05:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pheonix-iz-me.livejournal.com
Hi, I'm slowly working my way through all the Fics in this here comm, and randomly commenting on them.

First of all, nice story, very sweet, and I agree with the others, the double ending works very well.

Secondly, GUH!!!

You hit on one of my Kinks, any man, regardless of whether or not I fancy them, Becomes Instant SEX when they're in solid black. *THUD*

I mean, I'll take Chris Over Craig any day, but Lister in Justice.
Hot DAMN!!

Phe

*Really wants to know if there's any images, anywhere of CB in solid black.*

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