Drabble Tree Time!

[laurenthemself]

If you haven't done the drabble tree thing before, someone posts a drabble (a 100-word ficlet) and then in comments people posts new drabbles, using a line (or part thereof) from the previous drabble in their drabble.

This one is unthemed, I just felt like starting one. The last one we did is here (am searching for other examples to tag as well).

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He could never remember who’d reached for whom first. His hand had made contact with Rimmer’s hard-light form, touching his side through that stupid blue jacket; Rimmer’s hand had closed on his shoulder, squeezing hard, and they’d given each other a look of disbelief. This opened up a whole world of things that had previously been impossible.

They’d lost no time in trying out several of those things that night. Drowsing with his arm draped across Rimmer’s bare chest, half-open eyes focused on the silly grin on the hologram’s face, Lister understood: all they’d both needed was a good shag.

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[metalkatt.livejournal.com]

This opened up a whole world of things that had previously been impossible.


This opened up a whole world of things that had previously been impossible. There were people now, people he could drink with, flirt with, just generally *around*! All right, he was in prison, but there was parole. He hadn't realised how much he missed people, and stopped noticing his crew in favour of others.

He almost didn't recognise Rimmer when he bumped Dave out of the way and took a full blow to the chest from Killcrazy. He really didn't recognise him when Rimmer successfully *fought back.*

"Leave. Us. Alone," Rimmer demanded, face stern.

Bloody hell. But, where was Wildfire?

His hand had made contact with Rimmer’s hard-light form(...)

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

His hand had made contact with Rimmer’s hard-light form, touching his side through that stupid blue jacket; Rimmer’s hand had closed on his shoulder, squeezing hard, and they’d given each other a look of disbelief. For one moment, Lister had looked into Rimmer's face and seen something not unakin to a soul.

It was only a moment. Soon, the glazed muddy-green eyes regained their usual dullness.

Still.

When he lay in bed that night, luxuriously trapped in Legion's fortress, Lister replayed that moment over and over again.

There was something there. One day, he'd find it again.

[missflibble.livejournal.com]

For one moment, Lister had looked into Rimmer's face and seen something not unakin to a soul.

For one moment, Lister had looked into Rimmer's face and seen something not unakin to a soul.

It was a strange senstation – engaging in an act so primal and instinctive and natural to life, with someone devoid of it. Yet in all the years Lister had known the man since his death, he’d never seen Rimmer look so alive.

Although – judging by the look on Rimmer’s face as he continued to pump away with his hand - he was about to die a little death all over again. With every stroke, Lister found himself wondering what it would be like to see Rimmer –

Ah.

Well that was rather realistic.

Yet in all the years Lister had known the man since his death, he’d never seen Rimmer look so aliv

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

His face and body were entirely rigid; his eyes unblinking; Lister wasn't even sure he'd been breathing for the last hour or so. Yet in all the years Lister had known the man since his death, he’d never seen Rimmer look so alive.

"You can touch 'em, you know," Lister said, for the eleventh time.

Rimmer's nostrils twitched. "You know I can't."

"One of 'em kinda looks like you."

Rimmer snapped out of it, eyeing Lister with alarm. "I... we... what?!"

"I'm joking, man."

Visibly swallowing, Rimmer nodded, then slowly let his intangible fingers ghost across one twin's cheek.

Visibly swallowing, Rimmer nodded, then slowly let his intangible fingers ghost across one twin's...

[nice-girls-play.livejournal.com]

Visibly swallowing, Rimmer nodded, then slowly let his intangible fingers ghost across one twin's cheek.

"What's it like?" Bexley's eyes were warm and inquisitive, like his mother's.

"It's not like anything," he said. His light-projected fingers had some sensation, much like the rest of him could whenever somebody walked through him or the ship jolted and he fell through a table. He heard the light hiss of static energy, so he felt it. A pure psychosomatic response.

“What's it like for you?” he asked, nearly bolting as more fingers came up to stroke his own hand's projection.

“It's nice.”

“What's it like for you?” he asked, nearly bolting as more fingers came up to stroke his own (..

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

Lister stared at the other hologram. He said his name was Ace, but he looked like Rimmer. The man he'd shared a room with for years without ever really talking, ever opening up...

“What's it like for you?” he asked, nearly bolting as more fingers came up to stroke his own hand's projection. He was touching Rimmer's cheek. How had that happened?

Rimmer frowned. "Same as for you. Haven't you touched another hologram before?"

Lister shook his head, watching the tiny colored sparks fly between them.

"I've come to take you back to Kochanski"

Lister froze.

"Something wrong?"

"Nothing." Everything.

He said his name was Ace, but he looked like Rimmer.

[diminua.livejournal.com]

He said his name was Ace, but he looked like Rimmer. The right Rimmer. His smegging Rimmer. Lister couldn't quite believe that the Cat and Kryten didn’t see it. Even if they hadn’t studied Rimmer quite as intently as he had they should still recognise their own crewmate.
Come on guys, he berated them silently, what’s wrong with you?

If they didn’t work it out soon he’d have to tell them. No doubt that would mean he had a lot of explaining and apologising to do but Lister didn’t care. He’d do anything rather than let his Rimmer go again.

If they didn't work it out soon he’d have to tell them.

[laurenthemself]

Holly didn’t have an IQ of 6000 and the amassed knowledge of dozens of eminent psychiatrists, psychologists and just plain couples therapists to overlook the blatantly obvious attraction between Arnold and Dave. Playing pranks on each other... maybe they could be cruel, but for the most part they were harmless, silly, attention-seeking. Schoolboys pulling the pigtails of the girls they liked. Cute.

If they didn’t work it out soon he’d have to tell them. After all, the Dwarf would finish its journey soon enough, and if one of them got reassigned or left, they would have missed their chance forever.