Fic: Wake. PG.

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

Oh, lord, I'm sorry. I'm supposed to be working on my talk, but a song played, and I wrote this over my lunch break. To show how sorry I am, I'll write a completely happy fluffpiece about whatever whoever guesses the song correctly wants.

"Smeghead can't take his booze."

Crit is always good. Written for fanfic100. Little Damn Table.

Comments

[day221b.livejournal.com]

While, I realize I have weird tastes in my fic sometimes, I don't see why you should be apologizing at all. I loved it! Just the right combination of humor and angst.

And very angry at Cat. It could all be Cat's fault, he suddenly decided, in a burst of inspiration. Everything, including Lister's death. "Yeh... yeh..." He couldn't think of a good insult, so instead he grabbed for Cat's throat and started to shake.


LOL! So Rimmer. The man is an absolute genius in blaming others.

"Oi," he said, sitting up and looking around, "Yeh opened some scotch and thought I'd just sleep through the party? Wha, you think I'm dead?" He grinned at the dumbstruck trio.


Loved it! It's so appropriate that alcohol was the cure-all. The crew's reactions were, in my opinion, very in character and priceless.


Great fic! And I have no idea what song you were listening to, but I'm sure when I find out I'll be smacking my forehead for being an idiot for not figuring it out. :D

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

It's just that there have been rumblings of mutiny about the angst, and then I write a deathfic!

It's an old one; you've either heard it or not, and if you had, you'd be disgusted at how thoroughly I ripped off the plot. :p

*blush* Aww, thanks!