happy birthday saylee!
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reddwarfslashAs it's your birthday, there will be haiku readings, poetry recitals, and musings on the inner soul.
Smeg that; here's a little something :)
Lister hunched down further into bed, pulling the threadbare and stained Titan Hilton blanket up under his nose. He shouldn't care, he thought. It was stupid, he thought. It was his smegging birthday and they had all forgot. Okay, Rimmer might get a pass because he was off swanning as Ace when Lister found out who his parents were, and therefore his actual birth date, but Kryten? Kryten knew every detail about his life, every silly made-up holiday and celebration and miniscule milestone. Kryten had been in the drive room all day, doing some sort of recalibration to make the computer faster. Rimmer of course had to supervise, so Lister had been alone most of the day.
Lister sighed heavily. Apparently recalibrating a computer more fascinating than celebrating the birthday of the last human alive. Somewhere between wallowing and sulking, he fell asleep. Only to be woken by a panicked Kryten.
"Sir, come quick!" Kryten's loud voice modulated several times as his panic chip hovered at overloading. "There's been an accident."
Shaking off sleep as quickly as he could, Lister jumped down from the bunk, barely taking the time to pull on his trousers before racing after Kryten. As they turned the corner to the drive room, Lister came up short.
Streamers, balloons, sparklers and huge banner proclaiming, "Happy Birthday, Dave," was strung across the view screen. Rimmer's smile couldn't have been more smug, and Cat was enthralled by the shiny streamers.
"You didn't honestly think we could forget your birthday, sir," Kryten admonished with a wag of his finger.
Lister gave what he suspected was a wan, thin smile. "Well, kinda, yeah."
Rimmer blustered through Lister's embarrassment. "It's the only thing the bogbot talked about for weeks. The way he kept going on and on about how he wanted to do something special, how he wanted to make this the best birthday in the history of birthdays...it was nauseating, really."
Lister was past his shock and embarrassment and his excitement was growing as he noticed the cake and presents. "Aww, guys, this is brutal. Thanks." He beamed at Kryten, then turned to Rimmer, who still had his smug grin firmly in place. "As for you, smeghead..." he intoned as he stalked toward Rimmer, who was looking even more smug, "Don't I get a birthday kiss?"
Rimmer arched an eyebrow. "My present to you will be in our quarters once this little soiree is done. You'll have to be patient, Lister."
Lister tilted his head back to look into Rimmer's eyes, which he was happy to see were losing some of their authoritative light. "I have far, far more patience than you do, Rimmer. Remember that."
Kryten's loud, "So, who's for cake?" interrupted their stare-off, and Lister turned away from Rimmer, but not before he perused his lover from head to toe, causing Rimmer to fidget.
Lister accepted a huge slice of cake and made a show of licking the icing off the fork, his eyes on Rimmer as his tongue flattened against the tongs. Oh, this was going to be a birthday to remember, all right.
Smeg that; here's a little something :)
Lister hunched down further into bed, pulling the threadbare and stained Titan Hilton blanket up under his nose. He shouldn't care, he thought. It was stupid, he thought. It was his smegging birthday and they had all forgot. Okay, Rimmer might get a pass because he was off swanning as Ace when Lister found out who his parents were, and therefore his actual birth date, but Kryten? Kryten knew every detail about his life, every silly made-up holiday and celebration and miniscule milestone. Kryten had been in the drive room all day, doing some sort of recalibration to make the computer faster. Rimmer of course had to supervise, so Lister had been alone most of the day.
Lister sighed heavily. Apparently recalibrating a computer more fascinating than celebrating the birthday of the last human alive. Somewhere between wallowing and sulking, he fell asleep. Only to be woken by a panicked Kryten.
"Sir, come quick!" Kryten's loud voice modulated several times as his panic chip hovered at overloading. "There's been an accident."
Shaking off sleep as quickly as he could, Lister jumped down from the bunk, barely taking the time to pull on his trousers before racing after Kryten. As they turned the corner to the drive room, Lister came up short.
Streamers, balloons, sparklers and huge banner proclaiming, "Happy Birthday, Dave," was strung across the view screen. Rimmer's smile couldn't have been more smug, and Cat was enthralled by the shiny streamers.
"You didn't honestly think we could forget your birthday, sir," Kryten admonished with a wag of his finger.
Lister gave what he suspected was a wan, thin smile. "Well, kinda, yeah."
Rimmer blustered through Lister's embarrassment. "It's the only thing the bogbot talked about for weeks. The way he kept going on and on about how he wanted to do something special, how he wanted to make this the best birthday in the history of birthdays...it was nauseating, really."
Lister was past his shock and embarrassment and his excitement was growing as he noticed the cake and presents. "Aww, guys, this is brutal. Thanks." He beamed at Kryten, then turned to Rimmer, who still had his smug grin firmly in place. "As for you, smeghead..." he intoned as he stalked toward Rimmer, who was looking even more smug, "Don't I get a birthday kiss?"
Rimmer arched an eyebrow. "My present to you will be in our quarters once this little soiree is done. You'll have to be patient, Lister."
Lister tilted his head back to look into Rimmer's eyes, which he was happy to see were losing some of their authoritative light. "I have far, far more patience than you do, Rimmer. Remember that."
Kryten's loud, "So, who's for cake?" interrupted their stare-off, and Lister turned away from Rimmer, but not before he perused his lover from head to toe, causing Rimmer to fidget.
Lister accepted a huge slice of cake and made a show of licking the icing off the fork, his eyes on Rimmer as his tongue flattened against the tongs. Oh, this was going to be a birthday to remember, all right.
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Date: 2014-07-10 08:01 am (UTC)Also, love the little sentence about Cat enjoying the streamers, heh. I'm sure he's having an unbirthday party going on in his little corner of the room.
Happy birthday, Saylee, even though I don't know you!! And this is for the rest of us, whose birthday isn't today:
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Date: 2014-07-10 01:16 pm (UTC)I noticed Saylee mention that she's away today, but I'm sure she'll love this when she reads it.
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Date: 2014-07-10 07:36 pm (UTC)Edited to add: And that was a lovely little Fic, Kronette!
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Date: 2014-07-16 02:38 am (UTC)(Sorry I'm just commenting now. I was on vacation without internet, and am only just seeing this.)
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