Fic: Friends - Rimmer/Lister - G
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reddwarfslashTitle: Friends
Pairing: Rimmer/Lister (in my MIND!)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Red Dwarf, more's the pity. So far, no one has offered me any money for this. I live in hope! :p
Notes: Could be read as a sequel to Diamond. Written as part of the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic100 challenge - my table is here.
The despicable man had left two days ago, but still Lister wouldn’t stop babbling about him. Once Rimmer had even walked straight through him to get to the door, even though he hated that, hated the reminder that he wasn’t solid, wasn’t a real person like Lister’s precious Ace. Still, it had been better than having to stay there and listen to – what was that ridiculous name Ace had given him? Ah yes, “Skipper” – go on and on about his new bestest bud. During the day it was alright, because at least he could try to avoid him, but come bed-time, Lister would talk himself to sleep, saying “what a shame he couldn’t come back” this and “what a wonderful guy he was” that. And all Rimmer could do was listen, because where could he go?
Right now, for example, Lister was in the middle of a long-winded explanation about the differences between the life of Spanners – the Dave Lister in Ace’s dimension – and Lister’s own. Rimmer, on the other hand, was in the middle of trying to eat the hologramatical pillow Holly had provided him with for the sole purpose of having something to hide his head under. He emerged from underneath the white puffy square, hologramatic eiderdown sticking to his tongue, to catch the tail-end of one of Lister’s sentences.
“…Which is a real shame, you know, because I think we’d quite get on if we’d ever get to meet.” There was a wistful sigh from the bunk above.
“Oh yes,” Rimmer said, unable to contain himself any longer, “let’s have a round of cheers for The Amazing Ace – Space Adventurer, and Spanners, The Wonder Mechanic!”
Lister blew a raspberry. “Yer just jealous, man. Lighten up.”
“In what way, precicely?”
“Eh?”
“Well, seeing as how I’m entirely composed of light, and don’t actually weigh more than the few grams of my light-bee, I’m hard pressed to see how I could slim down any more, Listy, me old chum. Or should that be ‘Skipper’? I forget; you had so many delightful pet-names for one another.” He spat out another feather, which promptly ceased to exist as it left his mouth.
Lister took some time to reply. “You know,” he said finally, “Ace told me that him and Spanners were best mates.”
“Were they really?” Rimmer asked, with mock incredulity. “Tell me more, I’m ever so interested!”
“They didn’t get on at first, you know, because they were so different. Not the same background or interests and that, yeah? But after a while they got to talking, and it was the fact that they didn’t have a lot in common that made them so close. They’d always have something to talk about, something to discuss. It was never boring, and they’d have a laugh about it, because they didn’t take themselves all that seriously.” He paused, but Rimmer couldn’t think of anything to say. “Ace seemed to be really fond of him; he had a picture of him in his wallet, even.”
Rimmer wanted to make a joke about what this fact implied about Ace’s sexuality, but found he couldn’t. “Oh,” he said, merely.
“Must be nice, having someone like that,” Lister said, pointedly.
“I suppose it must,” Rimmer mumbled, put his head down on the broken pillow, and lay there quietly. From the bunk above, too, for the remainder of the night, there came only silence.
Pairing: Rimmer/Lister (in my MIND!)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Red Dwarf, more's the pity. So far, no one has offered me any money for this. I live in hope! :p
Notes: Could be read as a sequel to Diamond. Written as part of the
fanfic100 challenge - my table is here.The despicable man had left two days ago, but still Lister wouldn’t stop babbling about him. Once Rimmer had even walked straight through him to get to the door, even though he hated that, hated the reminder that he wasn’t solid, wasn’t a real person like Lister’s precious Ace. Still, it had been better than having to stay there and listen to – what was that ridiculous name Ace had given him? Ah yes, “Skipper” – go on and on about his new bestest bud. During the day it was alright, because at least he could try to avoid him, but come bed-time, Lister would talk himself to sleep, saying “what a shame he couldn’t come back” this and “what a wonderful guy he was” that. And all Rimmer could do was listen, because where could he go?
Right now, for example, Lister was in the middle of a long-winded explanation about the differences between the life of Spanners – the Dave Lister in Ace’s dimension – and Lister’s own. Rimmer, on the other hand, was in the middle of trying to eat the hologramatical pillow Holly had provided him with for the sole purpose of having something to hide his head under. He emerged from underneath the white puffy square, hologramatic eiderdown sticking to his tongue, to catch the tail-end of one of Lister’s sentences.
“…Which is a real shame, you know, because I think we’d quite get on if we’d ever get to meet.” There was a wistful sigh from the bunk above.
“Oh yes,” Rimmer said, unable to contain himself any longer, “let’s have a round of cheers for The Amazing Ace – Space Adventurer, and Spanners, The Wonder Mechanic!”
Lister blew a raspberry. “Yer just jealous, man. Lighten up.”
“In what way, precicely?”
“Eh?”
“Well, seeing as how I’m entirely composed of light, and don’t actually weigh more than the few grams of my light-bee, I’m hard pressed to see how I could slim down any more, Listy, me old chum. Or should that be ‘Skipper’? I forget; you had so many delightful pet-names for one another.” He spat out another feather, which promptly ceased to exist as it left his mouth.
Lister took some time to reply. “You know,” he said finally, “Ace told me that him and Spanners were best mates.”
“Were they really?” Rimmer asked, with mock incredulity. “Tell me more, I’m ever so interested!”
“They didn’t get on at first, you know, because they were so different. Not the same background or interests and that, yeah? But after a while they got to talking, and it was the fact that they didn’t have a lot in common that made them so close. They’d always have something to talk about, something to discuss. It was never boring, and they’d have a laugh about it, because they didn’t take themselves all that seriously.” He paused, but Rimmer couldn’t think of anything to say. “Ace seemed to be really fond of him; he had a picture of him in his wallet, even.”
Rimmer wanted to make a joke about what this fact implied about Ace’s sexuality, but found he couldn’t. “Oh,” he said, merely.
“Must be nice, having someone like that,” Lister said, pointedly.
“I suppose it must,” Rimmer mumbled, put his head down on the broken pillow, and lay there quietly. From the bunk above, too, for the remainder of the night, there came only silence.
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Date: 2006-02-19 02:38 am (UTC)That's... subtely sweet, in what it implies. Very nice!
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Date: 2006-02-19 01:20 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2006-02-19 05:25 pm (UTC)Nice little story =^n.n^=
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Date: 2006-02-19 08:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-20 04:38 am (UTC)But yes, that was a very nice little story. I am happy now. ^_^
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Date: 2006-02-20 11:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-21 05:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-22 10:12 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2006-07-20 08:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-20 08:41 pm (UTC)Glad you liked, thanks for feeding back!