Unnamed Scare-pair Drabble

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

roadstergal, I have your drabble. Take as long as you need with the Tomb Raider fic. Just as long as it's written and posted.

Anyway, Any Low/Legion. Exactly 100 words.

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Legion feels that something is wrong. He shouldn’t be thinking at all, unless someone has entered his domain…

Oh dear. He walks over to the visitor, and feels his body twisting to copy his guest.

He does not want this mind. It is twisted, and not good for him at all.

Too late. The shift happens, and he has no choice but to become the guest.

His new guest grins, and they swagger off to the dining room for some lager.

Low Lister has no problem with sleeping with himself.

Legion’s previous selves are revolted, but nothing can be done.

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Comments

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

"Um... look... mateys... my bread isn't... mmpmh!"

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

"We'll use the floor"

*leans in and removes Rimmer's wig*

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

*raises eyebrow*

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

*looks up at his Lister* "They dragged me in here!"

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

*shakes head and mumbles something about having to tie him to the bed or something*

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

*grumbles, shakes arms free* "Just try it, miladdio."

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

*mock serious* "Just get yer arse back in our quarters, man. And stop sneaking off into other universes when I'm not looking!"

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

*shakes head* "You're the one always talking about what you would do if there were two of you..."

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

*starts, looks around wild-eyed*

*whispers* "Shut up, man..." *slight blush*

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

*crosses arms, smirks, looks at other Listers* "Care to elaborate?"

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

*bites lip; angrily, hissing* "No, I smegging don't. *grumbles* "See if I ever tell you anything like that again..." *mumbles something about big mouth matching other large facial features*

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

"Smeg." *looks disconsolate, looks at all Listers for support*

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

*They shrug and let him deal with it himself: This is something he needs to sort out*

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

*various looks of surprise, discomfort and worry fight for dominance of his face*

*hugs self, gets jittery* "Erm..."

*face ends up with pleading I-can't-deal-with-this-right-now look*

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

*face falls like a deflated pool toy*

"Screwed it up again, didn't I." *fiddles with hands*

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

*slight, nervous smile; catches one of his errant hands and holds it gently; looks into eyes*

"Nah, man. It's not you. I'm sorry. I just..." *shrugs shyly, eyes other Listers* "Maybe I want you to myself." *surprised at own words*

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

*lifts eyebrow, smirk tugs at corner of his mouth* "Fine - but you get to tell them." *indicates other Listers* "For some odd reason," *bemused* "it seems that their Rimmers are all right bastards."

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

*stifles something that could be a giggle or a snort*

*looks at other Listers* "Oh, eh guys... Yous and I had better have a little chat yeah?" *gives Rimmer a sideways smile*

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

*looks down at bacofoil trousers* "Er, how long is this 'little chat' going to take?"

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

*eyes are drawn to trousers, left eyebrow rises*

*grins* "Oh, not long, not long. Keep yer knickers on." *wider grin* "Fer now."

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

*sighs, folding his hands* "Fine, have your talk." *mutters* "It's going to take forever to take them all back."

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

*goes out, comes back in again stupidly quickly*

"Right, I've had a chat with them; they'll hang around for a while and a half. I think they've got things to discuss."

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

*lifts eyebrow* "Things to discuss? The finer points of song-belching technique?"

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

*barely concealed laughter* "Something like that."

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

*sighs* "You know, I don't think you appreciate the magnitude of the sacrifice I make. Between your lyrical belching, that dying-from-choking-on-lutefisk-like noise you call guitar playing, those curries you endlessly slob down your gullet that both leave fluorescent stains on my sheets and clouds of flatulence in my bunk that make me quail in fear when you light your morning cigarette, for fear that you'll ignite an explosion that will tear this tinfoil lander apart, that sixteen-cigarette-a-day habit, and the way you blubber like a girl when you watch those smegging romantic movies... well, if there were any public left in this universe, it would be a considerably gracious act on my part for you to be seen with me in it, miladdio."

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

*warm, yet cheeky smile* "I love you too, man."

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

*spreads arms in resignation (http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e204/holodonkeh/Tikka%20to%20Ride/tikka29.jpg)*