Fic: Dreams - G
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reddwarfslashTitle: Dreams
Pairing: Vaguely Lister/Rimmer
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Red Dwarf or make any money.
Spoilers: This is set post-Blue, so spoilers for anything up to and including that episode.
Notes: This is for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kahvi, for cheering up purposes. I tried my best to write a Lister story - it's short but, hopefully, sweet. It even features Kochanski, who I normally cannot stand but I know kahvi likes :)
“You know, I used to have a thing for Rimmer – our Rimmer – back before the accident.” Kochanski had the same far-off look in her eyes which she always got when talking about “her” dimension.
Lister didn't know why he'd chosen her to talk to about this. Actually, he did know why. It was because the only real alternative was Kryten, and the mechanoid's reaction last time had been a little... intense.
“Get outta town. You never had a thing fer Rimmer.”
She gave him a look which said “you're not my Dave, and you don't know anything about me.” He was getting very used to this look.
He shook his head, still disbelieving. “Not even Rimmer liked Rimmer. What was there to like?”
“He's a good looking man.”
Lister snorted. This was just too funny. “Are we talking about the same bloke?”
“He is. Underneath all the ridiculous clothes and that god-awful side parting, he wasn't in bad shape. Just look at Ace.”
Lister thought back to the psi-moon. He knew exactly what was under those ridiculous clothes. Hmm. Maybe Kris kind of had a point there. Kind of. Maybe.
“Alright, he was in pretty good shape – I'll give you that.”
“And he was funny, in a sarcastic kind of way.”
“He was funny all right.”
“Not like that, you know what I mean.”
Lister frowned. This was just too weird. “Did he hypnotise you or somethin'?”
She sighed in exasperation and stood to leave. “I think that somewhere, deep down, he was an alright guy. And I think that somewhere, deep down, you know that. You can call me crazy, but I'm not the one dreaming about him.”
“Yeah, well maybe we're both crazy.”
She smiled at him, a smile that didn't quite meet her eyes. This, too, was a look he was getting used to. “Just think about it Dave.”
But what was there to think about? This was Rimmer. All flared nostrils and hang-ups and cowardice. All bicycle shorts and telegraph poles and smegging risk stories.
He knew Kris had been lying, trying to make him feel better. Because really, who could like Arnold Judas Rimmer? Someone who'd spent far longer alone in space than she had, that was for sure.
Pairing: Vaguely Lister/Rimmer
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Red Dwarf or make any money.
Spoilers: This is set post-Blue, so spoilers for anything up to and including that episode.
Notes: This is for
kahvi, for cheering up purposes. I tried my best to write a Lister story - it's short but, hopefully, sweet. It even features Kochanski, who I normally cannot stand but I know kahvi likes :)“You know, I used to have a thing for Rimmer – our Rimmer – back before the accident.” Kochanski had the same far-off look in her eyes which she always got when talking about “her” dimension.
Lister didn't know why he'd chosen her to talk to about this. Actually, he did know why. It was because the only real alternative was Kryten, and the mechanoid's reaction last time had been a little... intense.
“Get outta town. You never had a thing fer Rimmer.”
She gave him a look which said “you're not my Dave, and you don't know anything about me.” He was getting very used to this look.
He shook his head, still disbelieving. “Not even Rimmer liked Rimmer. What was there to like?”
“He's a good looking man.”
Lister snorted. This was just too funny. “Are we talking about the same bloke?”
“He is. Underneath all the ridiculous clothes and that god-awful side parting, he wasn't in bad shape. Just look at Ace.”
Lister thought back to the psi-moon. He knew exactly what was under those ridiculous clothes. Hmm. Maybe Kris kind of had a point there. Kind of. Maybe.
“Alright, he was in pretty good shape – I'll give you that.”
“And he was funny, in a sarcastic kind of way.”
“He was funny all right.”
“Not like that, you know what I mean.”
Lister frowned. This was just too weird. “Did he hypnotise you or somethin'?”
She sighed in exasperation and stood to leave. “I think that somewhere, deep down, he was an alright guy. And I think that somewhere, deep down, you know that. You can call me crazy, but I'm not the one dreaming about him.”
“Yeah, well maybe we're both crazy.”
She smiled at him, a smile that didn't quite meet her eyes. This, too, was a look he was getting used to. “Just think about it Dave.”
But what was there to think about? This was Rimmer. All flared nostrils and hang-ups and cowardice. All bicycle shorts and telegraph poles and smegging risk stories.
He knew Kris had been lying, trying to make him feel better. Because really, who could like Arnold Judas Rimmer? Someone who'd spent far longer alone in space than she had, that was for sure.
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