Fic: Return, Part 1. PG.

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

A post-VIII fic.

"We'll have time for explanations when we reach your camp. And, hopefully, some sex."

Crit is always good. My French is on the "Where is the bathroom?" level, so if it's wrong, tell me...

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[eviltigerlily.livejournal.com]

*suspicious*
Are you killing Rimmer? Again?!
The whole Napoleon sequence was brilliant. Yes Arn, a Napoleon that was captured by GELF's may be quite different then the one in our universe.

"Relations sexuelles?" Napoleon asked, his voice incredulous. He scooted back, letting go of Rimmer's hips and grabbing the bike's plastic tail. "Avant le mariage?"

So he understands English just fine when he wants to. Now did Rimmer sugest it out of habbit, or.... Don't answer that.
Does every Lister manipulate Rimmer like that?

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

Who, me? *looks around*

His English is as bad as my French, but 'sex' is a cognate... and I figured our Ace would give a sultry look over his shoulder, just as the previous Ace had done in SMAC. Hard (ahem) to miss the import of that one!

Well, he does idolize the man. :)

I think they do... :(

[eviltigerlily.livejournal.com]

*facepalm*
I did ask you not to answer that...

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

*meep* Ja, I never got the "plays well with others" comment.

[eviltigerlily.livejournal.com]

My fault for bringing it up in the first place.

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Oh no. You're at it again. Rimmer's going through the wringer, right? I loved the Napoleon part, and no, I couldn't keep myself from giggling when Napoleon mentioned marriage. ;)

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

I just thought of the bit in Better Than Life, when Rimmer is beside himself at meeting Napoleon. ;) Thanks!

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

Oh hell, GELF penis. The mental images! Only you, my dear. ;)

Heh, Napoleon is my height.

"Parlez français, vous idiot!" he snapped.
Dammit, you're a slobbering genetic abomination, but I expect you to speak a civilized language! Perfection.

"Just a thought," Rimmer sighed.
Oh gods, that whole interchange... Even knowing how this whole thing ends, I nearly died laughing. ;)

Hmpfh, not much of a bedside manner, that computer, in any fic-universe...

and the distinct sense that I am a heterosexual."
Aw, Arn. You silly little man. But I love ya! I wish people wouldn't keep killing you... ;)))

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

Well, there's this habit of referring to alien creatures as 'him's without any real justification, so I thought - hell, let's have some justification!

It was a fairly standard male height for the time. The idea that he is uber-short is a bit of a myth.

I just can't imagine what goes through the electronic mind of that computer, watching Aces come and die and come and die and...

I know! I killed him again! :(