Fic: A Man's Man, part 2 (pg-13)
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reddwarfslashTitle: A Man's Man, part 2
Pairing: Lister/Rimmer
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Red Dwarf, and I do not profit from this. I just do this to amuse myself.
I'm using a prompt from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lgbtfest, which I didn't have time to play with back then.
617. Red Dwarf: Arnold Judas Rimmer/David Lister. While being Ace, Rimmer is confronted with a dimensional alternate of himself that is openly gay, and in a relationship with that dimension's Lister. This awakens his long-repressed homosexuality, and in desperation, he sets out to find a way to cure it.
This comes after A Man's Man part 1
“Ace, my love. Wake up, darling! You’re desperately needed!” The sultry voice, slightly hyperventilating in its urgency, cut through the haze of Rimmer’s dreams.
“Right… where?” he managed, not quite in character. He blinked and reached for the console control that would tell him how long he’d been out. Three hours.
“Plotting a course for unnamed s3 planet. Estimated eighty-four clicks to the source of distress. It’s a JMC ship, Ace.”
Rimmer sat up nervously, fully awake now. He leaned forward, adjusting the screen to the communication readout data. “It’s not Red Dwarf, is it?” he asked, clearing his throat so that he could adjust his voice.
“No, beloved.” The Wildfire replied, sweetly. Rimmer relaxed visibly, and cracked his knuckles. Maybe this was it, then. Maybe the time had come where he could prove to himself that he had the stuff that officers were made of, with or without pips. The Wildfire would accept him as Ace, and would shut the smeg up about self discovery and mental demons. “It’s a Starbug. The JMC vessel, Starbug 1, has sustained damage in the crash. The crew may be injured.” The Wildfire continued, smoothly.
Rimmer frowned. “As though that’s any different!” Starbug, smeg, no. He just couldn’t escape the goited thing, could he? He smoothed down his wig, nervously, hoping it hadn’t become mussed in his sleep. If he was going to go in there and face that lot looking like a total twonk, he would at least make sure the look seemed intentional.
“Starbug 1 is registered as a ship to surface vehicle, ident registration rd10519. According to my database, it is different in both design and class.” The silky voice delivered the information without a trace of snark, but rather, a breathy hitch. Rimmer found it infuriating.
“You’re doing this on purpose.” He accused.
“I don’t understand, darling.” The Wildfire breathed. “Why are you angry with me?” The simulated voice keened, in girlish distress.
“You know full well.” Rimmer growled. “It’s not… cute, you know.” He never thought he would miss Holly, he mused. A brief silence followed.
“Twenty six clicks.” The Wildfire sniffed.
Oh, for smeg’s sake… “Thanks, old love. Don’t know what I’d do without you.” Rimmer patted the dash reassuringly, and was rewarded by the purr of the engine under his hard light hand. Rimmer watched and waited as they landed, his heart skipping slightly as Starbug came into view, battered but stubbornly whole. “Wish me luck, girl.” He murmured, as he slung the first aid kit he kept under the seat across his back.
“I love you, Ace.” She responded, as he knew that she would. “Be careful, my love, please!”
The bug lay on its side, its engines silent. Rimmer climbed onto it, and pried open the release hatch on the main door. He dropped down in the main corridor, and felt around in the darkness. He knew Starbug well enough to maneuver around it blind, but sideways was a different story altogether. His sight adjusted to the dark enough to see movement ahead, and he heard a groan escape from the back. Cautiously, he made his way towards the muffled whimper, finding Lister in a heap against the ceiling. His own counterpart had cushioned the impact, he could see a limp, hard light arm snaked abound Lister’s waist, shielding him from the worst. Right, both dazed. Lister was more vulnerable, being human, so he carefully extracted him from the tangle of hologramatic limbs and accessed the damage. There was a nasty bruise forming along Lister’s forearm, and he had taken a blow to the side of the head. No broken bones, though, that was a good sign. Rimmer opened the first aid kit and carefully dabbed at the scrape above Lister’s ear with a cotton ball and peroxide, squinting to access the severity of the wound in the near dark. Lister groaned again, and Rimmer propped him up, gently. “All right, Listy, it’s not that bad.” He said, in response to the confused moan that seemed to be almost a question. “Just a bit concussed, you’ll be fine.” He was relieved that he wouldn’t have to administer stitches, although he had memorized the Emergency Response Manual for Officers, the thought of pushing a needle through layers of living flesh made him feel queasy.
Lister rested his head against his chest, just under his chin. “Arn…” he slurred. Rimmer stiffened in surprise at the unfamiliar sensation of Lister’s lips against his throat. Lister’s arms twined around his neck.
“Er. Well.” Rimmer knew that he should shove him off, but he was injured, surely that would be a bad idea. Besides, it felt rather nice to be held… Rimmer blushed at that thought, and he patted Lister’s back in a friendly manner. “I should see to the Cat.” Lister had curled closer, the other being miserable in his pain and discombobulation and in need of comfort.
Suddenly, a vice-like hand was at his throat, and Lister was torn from him. The hologram had shaken off his own haze and was glaring down at the intruder. “Well, if it isn’t Mister smug git Ace Rimmer himself.” He snarled, as he stood, lifting Lister in his arms.
Rimmer rose to his feet, suppressing the irritation that the distain of his doppelganger raised in him. He would not be the sort of Ace that he’d hated. He refused. He had no idea of how to do that, though, without showing his own true nature. With a sigh, he decided that the mask would do for now.
“Looks like you’ve gotten yourselves in a pit of a pickle, Arnie.” He said, as amiably as he could manage.
This earned him a glare from his counterpart. “And you had nothing to do with it, is that so.” He laid Lister down, carefully arranging his limbs.
“Actually, that is so.” Rimmer replied, telling himself to be patient. He was the enemy now, he had to remember that. “I picked up a distress call from your ship, and thought I should lend a hand.”
“Right.” The response was dripping with sarcasm. Rimmer bristled. He hadn’t said anything wrong! He’d toned Ace down as much as he could, no condescending comments, no smoke me a bloody kipper… why was his alternate looking at him as though he were scum growing on the bottom of slime?
“No time for this, Arn. Let’s take care of the Cat and see about getting the Bug back into the big black.” Rimmer gathered up his first aid kit and did his best to ignore the daggers being thrown his way. The quicker he worked, the faster he could leave this awful dimension.
Pairing: Lister/Rimmer
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own Red Dwarf, and I do not profit from this. I just do this to amuse myself.
I'm using a prompt from
lgbtfest, which I didn't have time to play with back then.617. Red Dwarf: Arnold Judas Rimmer/David Lister. While being Ace, Rimmer is confronted with a dimensional alternate of himself that is openly gay, and in a relationship with that dimension's Lister. This awakens his long-repressed homosexuality, and in desperation, he sets out to find a way to cure it.
This comes after A Man's Man part 1
“Ace, my love. Wake up, darling! You’re desperately needed!” The sultry voice, slightly hyperventilating in its urgency, cut through the haze of Rimmer’s dreams.
“Right… where?” he managed, not quite in character. He blinked and reached for the console control that would tell him how long he’d been out. Three hours.
“Plotting a course for unnamed s3 planet. Estimated eighty-four clicks to the source of distress. It’s a JMC ship, Ace.”
Rimmer sat up nervously, fully awake now. He leaned forward, adjusting the screen to the communication readout data. “It’s not Red Dwarf, is it?” he asked, clearing his throat so that he could adjust his voice.
“No, beloved.” The Wildfire replied, sweetly. Rimmer relaxed visibly, and cracked his knuckles. Maybe this was it, then. Maybe the time had come where he could prove to himself that he had the stuff that officers were made of, with or without pips. The Wildfire would accept him as Ace, and would shut the smeg up about self discovery and mental demons. “It’s a Starbug. The JMC vessel, Starbug 1, has sustained damage in the crash. The crew may be injured.” The Wildfire continued, smoothly.
Rimmer frowned. “As though that’s any different!” Starbug, smeg, no. He just couldn’t escape the goited thing, could he? He smoothed down his wig, nervously, hoping it hadn’t become mussed in his sleep. If he was going to go in there and face that lot looking like a total twonk, he would at least make sure the look seemed intentional.
“Starbug 1 is registered as a ship to surface vehicle, ident registration rd10519. According to my database, it is different in both design and class.” The silky voice delivered the information without a trace of snark, but rather, a breathy hitch. Rimmer found it infuriating.
“You’re doing this on purpose.” He accused.
“I don’t understand, darling.” The Wildfire breathed. “Why are you angry with me?” The simulated voice keened, in girlish distress.
“You know full well.” Rimmer growled. “It’s not… cute, you know.” He never thought he would miss Holly, he mused. A brief silence followed.
“Twenty six clicks.” The Wildfire sniffed.
Oh, for smeg’s sake… “Thanks, old love. Don’t know what I’d do without you.” Rimmer patted the dash reassuringly, and was rewarded by the purr of the engine under his hard light hand. Rimmer watched and waited as they landed, his heart skipping slightly as Starbug came into view, battered but stubbornly whole. “Wish me luck, girl.” He murmured, as he slung the first aid kit he kept under the seat across his back.
“I love you, Ace.” She responded, as he knew that she would. “Be careful, my love, please!”
The bug lay on its side, its engines silent. Rimmer climbed onto it, and pried open the release hatch on the main door. He dropped down in the main corridor, and felt around in the darkness. He knew Starbug well enough to maneuver around it blind, but sideways was a different story altogether. His sight adjusted to the dark enough to see movement ahead, and he heard a groan escape from the back. Cautiously, he made his way towards the muffled whimper, finding Lister in a heap against the ceiling. His own counterpart had cushioned the impact, he could see a limp, hard light arm snaked abound Lister’s waist, shielding him from the worst. Right, both dazed. Lister was more vulnerable, being human, so he carefully extracted him from the tangle of hologramatic limbs and accessed the damage. There was a nasty bruise forming along Lister’s forearm, and he had taken a blow to the side of the head. No broken bones, though, that was a good sign. Rimmer opened the first aid kit and carefully dabbed at the scrape above Lister’s ear with a cotton ball and peroxide, squinting to access the severity of the wound in the near dark. Lister groaned again, and Rimmer propped him up, gently. “All right, Listy, it’s not that bad.” He said, in response to the confused moan that seemed to be almost a question. “Just a bit concussed, you’ll be fine.” He was relieved that he wouldn’t have to administer stitches, although he had memorized the Emergency Response Manual for Officers, the thought of pushing a needle through layers of living flesh made him feel queasy.
Lister rested his head against his chest, just under his chin. “Arn…” he slurred. Rimmer stiffened in surprise at the unfamiliar sensation of Lister’s lips against his throat. Lister’s arms twined around his neck.
“Er. Well.” Rimmer knew that he should shove him off, but he was injured, surely that would be a bad idea. Besides, it felt rather nice to be held… Rimmer blushed at that thought, and he patted Lister’s back in a friendly manner. “I should see to the Cat.” Lister had curled closer, the other being miserable in his pain and discombobulation and in need of comfort.
Suddenly, a vice-like hand was at his throat, and Lister was torn from him. The hologram had shaken off his own haze and was glaring down at the intruder. “Well, if it isn’t Mister smug git Ace Rimmer himself.” He snarled, as he stood, lifting Lister in his arms.
Rimmer rose to his feet, suppressing the irritation that the distain of his doppelganger raised in him. He would not be the sort of Ace that he’d hated. He refused. He had no idea of how to do that, though, without showing his own true nature. With a sigh, he decided that the mask would do for now.
“Looks like you’ve gotten yourselves in a pit of a pickle, Arnie.” He said, as amiably as he could manage.
This earned him a glare from his counterpart. “And you had nothing to do with it, is that so.” He laid Lister down, carefully arranging his limbs.
“Actually, that is so.” Rimmer replied, telling himself to be patient. He was the enemy now, he had to remember that. “I picked up a distress call from your ship, and thought I should lend a hand.”
“Right.” The response was dripping with sarcasm. Rimmer bristled. He hadn’t said anything wrong! He’d toned Ace down as much as he could, no condescending comments, no smoke me a bloody kipper… why was his alternate looking at him as though he were scum growing on the bottom of slime?
“No time for this, Arn. Let’s take care of the Cat and see about getting the Bug back into the big black.” Rimmer gathered up his first aid kit and did his best to ignore the daggers being thrown his way. The quicker he worked, the faster he could leave this awful dimension.
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Date: 2008-09-13 06:26 am (UTC)It would be so hard to live with that computer every day! I liked Rimmer having to comfort her. :P
Jealous Rimmer is quite menacing!
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