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reddwarfslash2007-10-16 05:04 pm
kahvi.livejournal.com) wrote in reddwarfslash2007-10-16 05:04 pm
Entry tags:
Fic: Numbers - R/L - PG-13
Title: Numbers
Pairing: Rimmer/Lister
Rating: PG-13, for darkness.
Disclaimer: I don't own Red Dwarf, or any of the characters thereof. I make no money from this.
Spoilers: Parallel Universe.
Notes: A short vignette, inspired by a quiz question. As always, please bring me concrit!
This ship is six miles long and four miles wide. You'd think that'd be enough space for two people and a mutant cat, and don't ask me how, but it isn't. Even when you're not there, I can smell you in the room, like holograms could give off any scent. You don't, but I still sense it. Like some feeling; some twonking sixth sense for detecting smegheadedness. I feel like I'm slowly going insane.
Weren't you supposed to stop that from happening?
There are over three thousand separate sleeping quarters on this deck alone, separate being the operative word. You'd think we could find one each, wouldn't you? Though, to be fair, you try, now and again. Sneak away during cover of ship's night (and we both know which nights, don't we?) and come back days later, pretending like nothing ever happened. Maybe it didn't. Maybe I dreamed it. Maybe it's something in the air; something I've inhaled that makes me see and hear and remember things that were never there.
Stranger things have happened. I've given birth, for one.
There were 1169 people on this ship. Two of them are still here. Funny, with them both living in the same room (the same bunk) how they're always (bodies overlapping) six miles apart.
Pairing: Rimmer/Lister
Rating: PG-13, for darkness.
Disclaimer: I don't own Red Dwarf, or any of the characters thereof. I make no money from this.
Spoilers: Parallel Universe.
Notes: A short vignette, inspired by a quiz question. As always, please bring me concrit!
This ship is six miles long and four miles wide. You'd think that'd be enough space for two people and a mutant cat, and don't ask me how, but it isn't. Even when you're not there, I can smell you in the room, like holograms could give off any scent. You don't, but I still sense it. Like some feeling; some twonking sixth sense for detecting smegheadedness. I feel like I'm slowly going insane.
Weren't you supposed to stop that from happening?
There are over three thousand separate sleeping quarters on this deck alone, separate being the operative word. You'd think we could find one each, wouldn't you? Though, to be fair, you try, now and again. Sneak away during cover of ship's night (and we both know which nights, don't we?) and come back days later, pretending like nothing ever happened. Maybe it didn't. Maybe I dreamed it. Maybe it's something in the air; something I've inhaled that makes me see and hear and remember things that were never there.
Stranger things have happened. I've given birth, for one.
There were 1169 people on this ship. Two of them are still here. Funny, with them both living in the same room (the same bunk) how they're always (bodies overlapping) six miles apart.
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Now I'm curious to know the quiz question.
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