Vignette: Limbo - R/L (imp) - PG
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reddwarfslashTitle: Limbo
Pairing: Rimmer/Lister (implied)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: It's been years, and I still don't own Red Dwarf, or make money off of it. Honest!
Spoilers: Back To Earth.
Notes: Just a short little vignette fueled by lack of sleep. I promise to produce something more substantial soonish!
Blinking at Lister's fluttering eyelids in sympathy, Rimmer whet his lips. He'd heard about this. This was what his mother had always warned him about; this is why she'd told him to stay away from AR games. Well, that, and the fact that she thought they were all perversion-fueled sex romps, which, of course, the ones Rimmer had been interested in all were. Rimmer shook his head; he was finding it impossible to concentrate.
Kryten was fussing over Lister's twitching body, muttering what Rimmer presumed were inane biochemical facts; something about brain chemistry and hormone balance and receptors, none of which seemed more important than the fact that Lister's face was looking even paler than usual - they hadn't been out of the ship's artificial lighting for months; planets with tolerable conditions and breathable air had failed to manifest themselves - and that his lips were trembling, and you could see the whites of his eyes...
...not that Rimmer cared. Of course not; but the thing that no one seemed to be taking into consideration was this; Rimmer was effectively immortal. Rimmer would have to spend the rest of eternity watching Lister waste away, dealing with the aftereffects of acute emotional trauma! Had anyone taken that into consideration?! Certainly not Lister; the selfish goit.
Minutes passed. They might as well have been hours as far as Rimmer was concerned. Cat had lost interest and Kryten was too busy fretting, but Rimmer noticed the minute twitches of Lister's pelvis; the way his back arched slightly, lips moving, hips thrusting. Rimmer grimaced. Disgusting. Was that what Lister had left reality for; a fake shag with a fake copy of a dimensional alternate of his dead girlfriend? Not merely disgusting; pathetic. Wetness gathered at the edges of Lister's eyes, and Rimmer looked away. That was something beyond pathetic and disgusting. He blinked, teeth worrying at his lower lip.
Half an hour. Kryten had stopped talking now, and even Cat had fallen silent, walking to and fro and glancing confusedly, from time to time, in their direction. Lister was still breathing, slower and calmer now. His eyes had closed completely, nothing but rapid eye movements disturbing them, gently. Reality, such as it were, dawned on Rimmer, and he swallowed, suddenly. He knew what this meant; clearly, irrevocably: Lister was staying. Years stretched out ahead in his mind; endless years of watching the man on the floor grow old and sick and feeble; like the AR-heads you saw in shady arcades. And then... finally...
Rimmer clenched his eyes shut, and with a gasp, Lister opened his.
Walking back, Rimmer's legs shook. He'd been sitting down too long, he decided; far too long in a cramped position. The blood was rushing back to his brain; a natural reaction. Of course, he didn't have any blood, but there were a lot of things on which Rimmer did not care to dwell.
Pairing: Rimmer/Lister (implied)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: It's been years, and I still don't own Red Dwarf, or make money off of it. Honest!
Spoilers: Back To Earth.
Notes: Just a short little vignette fueled by lack of sleep. I promise to produce something more substantial soonish!
Blinking at Lister's fluttering eyelids in sympathy, Rimmer whet his lips. He'd heard about this. This was what his mother had always warned him about; this is why she'd told him to stay away from AR games. Well, that, and the fact that she thought they were all perversion-fueled sex romps, which, of course, the ones Rimmer had been interested in all were. Rimmer shook his head; he was finding it impossible to concentrate.
Kryten was fussing over Lister's twitching body, muttering what Rimmer presumed were inane biochemical facts; something about brain chemistry and hormone balance and receptors, none of which seemed more important than the fact that Lister's face was looking even paler than usual - they hadn't been out of the ship's artificial lighting for months; planets with tolerable conditions and breathable air had failed to manifest themselves - and that his lips were trembling, and you could see the whites of his eyes...
...not that Rimmer cared. Of course not; but the thing that no one seemed to be taking into consideration was this; Rimmer was effectively immortal. Rimmer would have to spend the rest of eternity watching Lister waste away, dealing with the aftereffects of acute emotional trauma! Had anyone taken that into consideration?! Certainly not Lister; the selfish goit.
Minutes passed. They might as well have been hours as far as Rimmer was concerned. Cat had lost interest and Kryten was too busy fretting, but Rimmer noticed the minute twitches of Lister's pelvis; the way his back arched slightly, lips moving, hips thrusting. Rimmer grimaced. Disgusting. Was that what Lister had left reality for; a fake shag with a fake copy of a dimensional alternate of his dead girlfriend? Not merely disgusting; pathetic. Wetness gathered at the edges of Lister's eyes, and Rimmer looked away. That was something beyond pathetic and disgusting. He blinked, teeth worrying at his lower lip.
Half an hour. Kryten had stopped talking now, and even Cat had fallen silent, walking to and fro and glancing confusedly, from time to time, in their direction. Lister was still breathing, slower and calmer now. His eyes had closed completely, nothing but rapid eye movements disturbing them, gently. Reality, such as it were, dawned on Rimmer, and he swallowed, suddenly. He knew what this meant; clearly, irrevocably: Lister was staying. Years stretched out ahead in his mind; endless years of watching the man on the floor grow old and sick and feeble; like the AR-heads you saw in shady arcades. And then... finally...
Rimmer clenched his eyes shut, and with a gasp, Lister opened his.
Walking back, Rimmer's legs shook. He'd been sitting down too long, he decided; far too long in a cramped position. The blood was rushing back to his brain; a natural reaction. Of course, he didn't have any blood, but there were a lot of things on which Rimmer did not care to dwell.
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Date: 2009-07-30 06:25 pm (UTC)Very nice little fic! :) I like Rimmer's fretting.
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Date: 2009-08-10 03:58 pm (UTC)Thank you very much!
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Date: 2009-07-30 07:10 pm (UTC)Today I can't feel anything but sorry for Rimmer. Sitting there, watching Lister 'grind away' and not coming back to reality for him. Sigh.
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Date: 2009-08-10 03:59 pm (UTC)Thank you very much!
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