Fic - Aftermath. R/L. PG

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

I feel that there was a profound change between the Rimmer/Lister interaction in VI and in VII, from rock-bottom in VI to a place of real affection in VII. So I wrote this. It's a bit of a followup to Lone. Spoilers for Out Of Time.

He thought about ships without dingy, ill-lit cargo holds and sticky spills of beer in the cockpit.

Comments

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

What a great fic to come home to! This has some amazing Lister in it.

"The hiss of an opening door and the clonks and muffled curses of Lister stubbing his toes on their badly stacked supplies drifted towards him, and Rimmer tensed."
I could really see Lister here.

and thought of holoships with lovely, caring women on them.
Yeah, see, the thing about women, or at lot of them, anyway, is they manage to actually SHOW they care. Silly men.

"Yer lonely, aren't ya."
Beyond sweetness.

"Don't," he croaked. "Please."
My *dies* moment in this fic. ;)

"I'll have a little light next to me."
No, wait, this tops it. This tops everything. In the history of all things. *hugs everyone*

Oh great, no I've got "This Little Light of Mine" on the brain. I blame the choir trip I just came back from.

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

Eeeeyah! Now I do, too!

Awww, thanks! I really felt a shift in the boys between VI and VII, and in my slashy mind, some sweetness must have taken place - and "we like a bit of that, don't we?"