[FIC] Flicker Rain - Part 1 of 3
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reddwarfslashTitle: Flicker Rain - Part 01 of 03.
Character: Lister/Rimmer.
Rating: PG
Summary: Sitting in the rain.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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day221b, set somewhere in VI. This is the h/c fic I promised you ages and ages and ages ago. I apoligize a lot for the wait. This is written in an odd POV, but it should work.
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It’s raining again. You aren’t happy about that, not at all. You’ve been stuck here for ages, and it never stops. It reminds you of home, but then again, everything reminds you of home. The ‘Bug has been stranded on this planet for almost too long – you’re beginning to like this wet planet.
“Aren’t you ever going to move?” You know the intruder. It’s Rimmer, of course. Who else would seek you out when it’s raining?
“No.” You snap back. Just because you’re soaked and tired of the rain doesn’t mean you’ll be nice to Rimmer. “What do you want?”
He doesn’t sit down next to you, and you don’t twist to look up at him. More rain falls, and you watch it trickle down your pants. The little droplets bead on your boots before falling onto the rock you’re sitting on.
“My shift ended.” He doesn’t say why he’s out here, nor does he say why he’s talking to you.
You both wait in the rain, and the silence feels like it isn’t there – the rain is a loud and cold one. You watch the ocean in front of you crash into the rocks, and consider pushing Rimmer in. He’s hard-light, now, and even though you should be used to it by now, you aren’t. Every time you touch him, accidentally or otherwise, the novelty of it catches you again.
He shifts slightly, and you can hear it, through the rain. You look up at him, finally, and he’s no different than he was the last time you saw him. “Why are you out here?” You ask.
He looks down at you with a sneer, and you can’t help but smile – you’ll be fighting-but-really-talking in a moment.
“I’m not here for your company, Listy. I’m here for the rain.”
“The rain?” You ask, slightly puzzled. Is Rimmer showing normal, human feeling?
“After that last incident, my light-bee needs cleaning.” His uniform flips to red, and you quash the urge to sigh. He’s being practical again.
“Right, Rimmer.” You direct your gaze back to your boots. They aren’t as interesting, but they aren’t as irritating. “Going to wash your hair, while you’re at it? Have a shower in the rain?” You can feel his glare. The sniping comes out all too easily, and you know that Rimmer will retort in a few seconds, if you let him.
“Is the concept of cleaning oneself so foreign to you, Listy? This is the first shower you’ve had in ages, I’ll bet.” He retorts.
You snort, but you let it go. You may not be the cleanest bloke around, but you have showered recently, unlike Rimmer. He hasn’t showered since that cloning incident, and you’re surprised that he’s cleaning himself now. You don’t know all of the details, but when you asked him about it, he said something about the wet reminding him of some of the prisoners.
He doesn’t respond to your snort, and you don’t talk. The silence returns, and this time you can feel it. After a while, when you glance over, he’s sitting down. He’s still soft-light, so you are surprised when realize that it looks like he isn’t – his legs are in the rock, and his hands aren’t melding with the rock. You think that you shouldn’t be surprised, as Rimmer’s been a hologram for years, now, but every time it’s pointed out to you, you are surprised. It’s just another reminder that he isn’t alive anymore.
“Is there something wrong with my boots?” He notices your scrutiny.
“No.”
“Good.”
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The light-bee sputters after the first hour. You hardly notice, but Rimmer panics.
“Did you see that?” He jumps up, and demands proof. A flicker, even a small one, can put him out of commission – death. You don’t care, you tell yourself, but you stand up as well.
“No.”
“There it goes again!” You see it, this time. Rimmer flicked in and out of existence, for a second. Now you can not suppress that flash of concern.
“Rimmer. Get back to the ‘bug.” He looks at you, and you hope that he’ll listen, for once.
“And go back to that smegging robot?” Rimmer hugs himself, afraid, but not willing to go to Kryten for a diagnostic. Not that you blame him, of course. Kryten has been acting oddly, lately. Two hundred years of isolation, and he’s not the sane person you knew back on Red Dwarf.
“Get out of the rain, Rimmer.” He flickers again, and his light-bee drops a few inches. Rimmer stares at you for a second, then breaks and runs. You follow, but at a walk. You aren't worried enough to run.
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Character: Lister/Rimmer.
Rating: PG
Summary: Sitting in the rain.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Note: Written for
day221b, set somewhere in VI. This is the h/c fic I promised you ages and ages and ages ago. I apoligize a lot for the wait. This is written in an odd POV, but it should work.---
It’s raining again. You aren’t happy about that, not at all. You’ve been stuck here for ages, and it never stops. It reminds you of home, but then again, everything reminds you of home. The ‘Bug has been stranded on this planet for almost too long – you’re beginning to like this wet planet.
“Aren’t you ever going to move?” You know the intruder. It’s Rimmer, of course. Who else would seek you out when it’s raining?
“No.” You snap back. Just because you’re soaked and tired of the rain doesn’t mean you’ll be nice to Rimmer. “What do you want?”
He doesn’t sit down next to you, and you don’t twist to look up at him. More rain falls, and you watch it trickle down your pants. The little droplets bead on your boots before falling onto the rock you’re sitting on.
“My shift ended.” He doesn’t say why he’s out here, nor does he say why he’s talking to you.
You both wait in the rain, and the silence feels like it isn’t there – the rain is a loud and cold one. You watch the ocean in front of you crash into the rocks, and consider pushing Rimmer in. He’s hard-light, now, and even though you should be used to it by now, you aren’t. Every time you touch him, accidentally or otherwise, the novelty of it catches you again.
He shifts slightly, and you can hear it, through the rain. You look up at him, finally, and he’s no different than he was the last time you saw him. “Why are you out here?” You ask.
He looks down at you with a sneer, and you can’t help but smile – you’ll be fighting-but-really-talking in a moment.
“I’m not here for your company, Listy. I’m here for the rain.”
“The rain?” You ask, slightly puzzled. Is Rimmer showing normal, human feeling?
“After that last incident, my light-bee needs cleaning.” His uniform flips to red, and you quash the urge to sigh. He’s being practical again.
“Right, Rimmer.” You direct your gaze back to your boots. They aren’t as interesting, but they aren’t as irritating. “Going to wash your hair, while you’re at it? Have a shower in the rain?” You can feel his glare. The sniping comes out all too easily, and you know that Rimmer will retort in a few seconds, if you let him.
“Is the concept of cleaning oneself so foreign to you, Listy? This is the first shower you’ve had in ages, I’ll bet.” He retorts.
You snort, but you let it go. You may not be the cleanest bloke around, but you have showered recently, unlike Rimmer. He hasn’t showered since that cloning incident, and you’re surprised that he’s cleaning himself now. You don’t know all of the details, but when you asked him about it, he said something about the wet reminding him of some of the prisoners.
He doesn’t respond to your snort, and you don’t talk. The silence returns, and this time you can feel it. After a while, when you glance over, he’s sitting down. He’s still soft-light, so you are surprised when realize that it looks like he isn’t – his legs are in the rock, and his hands aren’t melding with the rock. You think that you shouldn’t be surprised, as Rimmer’s been a hologram for years, now, but every time it’s pointed out to you, you are surprised. It’s just another reminder that he isn’t alive anymore.
“Is there something wrong with my boots?” He notices your scrutiny.
“No.”
“Good.”
---
The light-bee sputters after the first hour. You hardly notice, but Rimmer panics.
“Did you see that?” He jumps up, and demands proof. A flicker, even a small one, can put him out of commission – death. You don’t care, you tell yourself, but you stand up as well.
“No.”
“There it goes again!” You see it, this time. Rimmer flicked in and out of existence, for a second. Now you can not suppress that flash of concern.
“Rimmer. Get back to the ‘bug.” He looks at you, and you hope that he’ll listen, for once.
“And go back to that smegging robot?” Rimmer hugs himself, afraid, but not willing to go to Kryten for a diagnostic. Not that you blame him, of course. Kryten has been acting oddly, lately. Two hundred years of isolation, and he’s not the sane person you knew back on Red Dwarf.
“Get out of the rain, Rimmer.” He flickers again, and his light-bee drops a few inches. Rimmer stares at you for a second, then breaks and runs. You follow, but at a walk. You aren't worried enough to run.
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Date: 2006-10-01 11:12 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-10-13 10:33 am (UTC)Who else would seek you out when it’s raining?
Says a lot, this.
He looks down at you with a sneer, and you can’t help but smile – you’ll be fighting-but-really-talking in a moment.
I like how this describes and explains the nature of their relationship - the bickering is a way of showing affection, in a way. Neither of them may be aware of it, though.
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Date: 2006-10-15 06:33 am (UTC)I rather like that aspect of their relationship, as there are so many ways to interpret it - there's hate, love, general friendship, and everything else inbetween and whatnot.
Thanks!