245. R/L fic. G.

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

The slash is subtle. If you're not looking for it, it isn't there. A little ficlet about Lister post-Rimmer.

A break from all of that anal-retentive smeg is just what he needed.

I always have a harder time writing Lister...

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[kahvi.livejournal.com]

Your Lister isn't bad at all; I like him. I'd comment on how I see Lister's reactions as somewhat different, but the funny thing is, I wrote a little ficlet yesterday about his thoughts regarding Rimmer leaving, which I'm hoping to post tonight. I'll let that speak for me. I enjoyed this version too!

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Gah - my virgin brain! Perfect, but eeeh!

"This is the last load, right? I've been at this all day. I'm not a dog, ya know."
Very Cat.

Lister had never felt a single pang of guilt about saving his beloved guitar, certainly not when the price was a chunk of wood out of a chest that Rimmer couldn't touch, a reminder of a father who didn't love him.
Uhuh. Keep telling yourself that, Dave.

The empty chair behind him was a presence of absence, a thunderous silence.
Nice. I like how this is subtly hinted at with the back of Lister's neck itching.

Great work, as usual!