Fic: Communication - PG
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reddwarfslashTitle: Communication
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sort of Rimmer/Lister, nothing explicit.
Disclaimer: Don't own Red Dwarf, don't make any money.
Spoilers: None really, it's kind of set before the first season.
Notes: This is just a bit of nothing that got stuck in my head while having a conversation about how Lister and Rimmer's problems come from (or at least, are made worse by) poor communication.
You could tell Lister was in a room even if you couldn't see him. There was something shiny about him, some aura that people were drawn to. If there was any commotion, any excitement, Lister was always in the thick of it. He just seemed to have been born with the knowledge of how to talk to people, how to be at ease in social situations.
Rimmer was different, had always blended in without fitting in. Spent his life unwittingly practicing for being incorporeal. If there had existed a set of material rules – a set of Space Corps Directives to govern socialisation – Rimmer was convinced he would be a veritable Casanova, with the conversational skills of Oscar Wilde and popularity far outstripping Lister's. As it was, he felt like he was constantly revising for an exam for which he'd never been given the syllabus.
The bottom line was, it was unfair.
Rimmer had never seen Lister practicing that cheeky grin, but it always came out... unnervingly charming. Not at all like Rimmer's winning smile which, no matter how long he spent in front of the mirror working on it, always seemed to have a tad too much sneer about it.
Lister was also, for some reason Rimmer would always pretend was unfathomable, good with women. This had led to some awkward times, Lister stumbling back from the ship's disco with some anonymous bint, the two of them trying to be quiet in that stupid, drunken way as they fooled around and Rimmer pretended to be asleep in the bunk below.
By morning, of course, she would be gone and Lister, as he opened his bleary eyes, would be greeted only by the sight of his bunkmate - sneering at him from across the room.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sort of Rimmer/Lister, nothing explicit.
Disclaimer: Don't own Red Dwarf, don't make any money.
Spoilers: None really, it's kind of set before the first season.
Notes: This is just a bit of nothing that got stuck in my head while having a conversation about how Lister and Rimmer's problems come from (or at least, are made worse by) poor communication.
You could tell Lister was in a room even if you couldn't see him. There was something shiny about him, some aura that people were drawn to. If there was any commotion, any excitement, Lister was always in the thick of it. He just seemed to have been born with the knowledge of how to talk to people, how to be at ease in social situations.
Rimmer was different, had always blended in without fitting in. Spent his life unwittingly practicing for being incorporeal. If there had existed a set of material rules – a set of Space Corps Directives to govern socialisation – Rimmer was convinced he would be a veritable Casanova, with the conversational skills of Oscar Wilde and popularity far outstripping Lister's. As it was, he felt like he was constantly revising for an exam for which he'd never been given the syllabus.
The bottom line was, it was unfair.
Rimmer had never seen Lister practicing that cheeky grin, but it always came out... unnervingly charming. Not at all like Rimmer's winning smile which, no matter how long he spent in front of the mirror working on it, always seemed to have a tad too much sneer about it.
Lister was also, for some reason Rimmer would always pretend was unfathomable, good with women. This had led to some awkward times, Lister stumbling back from the ship's disco with some anonymous bint, the two of them trying to be quiet in that stupid, drunken way as they fooled around and Rimmer pretended to be asleep in the bunk below.
By morning, of course, she would be gone and Lister, as he opened his bleary eyes, would be greeted only by the sight of his bunkmate - sneering at him from across the room.
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Date: 2007-09-18 11:41 am (UTC)Spent his life unwittingly practicing for being incorporeal.
Nicely done.
The bottom line was, it was unfair.
Oh, how Rimmerine!
Aaaah, goodfic! *sigh* More plz.
Minor canon niggly: Lister has the upper bunk. If he's in the lower bunk, you need to explain why. :)
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Date: 2007-09-18 03:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-18 02:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-18 04:00 pm (UTC)Thanks a lot for your comment :)
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Date: 2007-09-19 03:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-19 09:04 am (UTC)I want to hug Rimmer too. Among other things I'd like to do to him ;)
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Date: 2007-09-19 05:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-15 05:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-27 06:06 pm (UTC)Blending in without fitting in. What he would be if there were directives for small talk. constantly revising for an exam for which he'd never been given the syllabus. Practicing his smile in front of a mirror.
Lovely!
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Date: 2007-09-27 06:44 pm (UTC)Thanks :)