Fic: Quiet - PG
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reddwarfslashTitle: Quiet
Pairing: Lister/Rimmer
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Red Dwarf or make any money.
Notes: One day I will make myself write something significantly more slashy! For now, subtle will have to do.
Quiet. That was what was wrong. Rimmer's new quarters here on Starbug were entirely too quiet. No loud, tuneless guitar strumming. No inane, chirpy humming. None of the endless babble Lister felt compelled to submit him to all hours of the day and night. No snoring that sounded like a rusty chainsaw decapitating a GELF.
How could anyone expect him to concentrate in these conditions?
The silence had been a blessing at first, but now... Now Rimmer found himself sleeping a lot of the time, and spending his waking hours trying to devise ways to fill his time that didn't involve Lister.
For some reason he found being around Lister even more unbearable than usual. The noise and commotion that generally seemed to follow Lister wherever he went (Kryten close behind, Rimmer presumed) was such a contrast to the rest of his day - it made him feel dizzy.
He was certainly going space-crazy. Hadn't he always wanted this, this distance?
Rimmer supposed that the truth was that he had never really had what you might call a friend before, hadn't really seen the point, being more of a career type than a matey, huggy, hippy type like Lister. Lister had, in fact, genuinely been the closest thing to a friend Rimmer had ever had – unless you counted Rachel. That thought alone was depressing. The closest thing he had to a friend was someone he knew exclusively by their last name.
Rimmer wondered what it would be like to be on first name terms with someone.
He tried it out now as he lay on his bunk. “Dave” he said. Then, for more variation, “David.” He snorted, imagining the effect saying that to the man's face would have. Well, why the smeg not.
Rimmer stalked purposefully into the midsection, nostrils flared in grim resolution. He stood in front of Lister, hands on his hips, and licked his lips nervously. Lister looked up expectantly from his magazine - a December edition of Woman and Home, Rimmer noted absently.
Rimmer opened his mouth to speak. He closed it again. Smeg it all, why was this so difficult? He rotated his shoulders a little, willing away some of the tension in his posture. He tried again.
“Hi Dave,” he said, in a voice a little too high pitched to pass off as nonchalant.
Lister frowned for a moment, an inscrutable look on his face, before turning back to his magazine.
“Mornin' Arnold,” he replied.
This was not something Rimmer had been expecting. “Yes right, well. I'll just, err...” He gestured towards the cockpit, before scurrying off as fast as his legs would carry him.
Pairing: Lister/Rimmer
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Red Dwarf or make any money.
Notes: One day I will make myself write something significantly more slashy! For now, subtle will have to do.
Quiet. That was what was wrong. Rimmer's new quarters here on Starbug were entirely too quiet. No loud, tuneless guitar strumming. No inane, chirpy humming. None of the endless babble Lister felt compelled to submit him to all hours of the day and night. No snoring that sounded like a rusty chainsaw decapitating a GELF.
How could anyone expect him to concentrate in these conditions?
The silence had been a blessing at first, but now... Now Rimmer found himself sleeping a lot of the time, and spending his waking hours trying to devise ways to fill his time that didn't involve Lister.
For some reason he found being around Lister even more unbearable than usual. The noise and commotion that generally seemed to follow Lister wherever he went (Kryten close behind, Rimmer presumed) was such a contrast to the rest of his day - it made him feel dizzy.
He was certainly going space-crazy. Hadn't he always wanted this, this distance?
Rimmer supposed that the truth was that he had never really had what you might call a friend before, hadn't really seen the point, being more of a career type than a matey, huggy, hippy type like Lister. Lister had, in fact, genuinely been the closest thing to a friend Rimmer had ever had – unless you counted Rachel. That thought alone was depressing. The closest thing he had to a friend was someone he knew exclusively by their last name.
Rimmer wondered what it would be like to be on first name terms with someone.
He tried it out now as he lay on his bunk. “Dave” he said. Then, for more variation, “David.” He snorted, imagining the effect saying that to the man's face would have. Well, why the smeg not.
Rimmer stalked purposefully into the midsection, nostrils flared in grim resolution. He stood in front of Lister, hands on his hips, and licked his lips nervously. Lister looked up expectantly from his magazine - a December edition of Woman and Home, Rimmer noted absently.
Rimmer opened his mouth to speak. He closed it again. Smeg it all, why was this so difficult? He rotated his shoulders a little, willing away some of the tension in his posture. He tried again.
“Hi Dave,” he said, in a voice a little too high pitched to pass off as nonchalant.
Lister frowned for a moment, an inscrutable look on his face, before turning back to his magazine.
“Mornin' Arnold,” he replied.
This was not something Rimmer had been expecting. “Yes right, well. I'll just, err...” He gestured towards the cockpit, before scurrying off as fast as his legs would carry him.
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Date: 2007-09-24 03:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-24 04:18 pm (UTC)And they are so like an old married couple!
Thanks for the comment :)
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Date: 2007-09-24 04:51 pm (UTC)Lister had, in fact, genuinely been the closest thing to a friend Rimmer had ever had – unless you counted Rachel. That thought alone was depressing. The closest thing he had to a friend was someone he knew exclusively by their last name.
Awwww. Silly boys. :P
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Date: 2007-09-24 06:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-28 09:30 pm (UTC)Glad you liked the tea one - we need more tea-drinking people, we're getting outnumbered by the beer folk!
And yeah, Shine is one of many songs that screams Lister/Rimmer at me. I'm sure I think about these characters entirely too much but oh well.
Again, thanks so much for saying this, it made me smile :D