Fic: Enemies - R/L - PG
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reddwarfslashTitle: Enemies
Pairing: Rimmer/Lister
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own it, I just write it, which makes me no money.
Spoilers: Everything! Erm, that is to say, it does spoil the end of series VIII, of sorts.
Notes: A response to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
roadstergal's Truths. I'm not at all well today, so I appologize if any errors have crept through my proof-reading. Concrit = Shiny. Written as part of the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic100 challenge - my table is here.
“Smeghead.
Yeah, you heard. Yer such a bloody idiot, aren’t ya, Rimmer? And, to be fair, so am I. That’s our trouble, you and me; we get so caught up in trying to see what we expect to be there that we don’t ever stop to think it might not be. What we’re looking for, like; that it’s not there, but that we’re looking for... Man, I can’t even get it right in my own head. Maybe you know what I mean, maybe you don’t. You’ll probably never get this message anyway. Yer off in some far off dimension fighting things and having sex with other things, or maybe both at the same time. Sounds like fun, but I bet you miss me, eh? I know I miss you.
Yeah, I’m a little drunk. Ya can’t expect a man not to be drunk when he’s just figured out he’s made the biggest mistake of his life. I let you go, man! I just stood by and watched you leave. Didn’t bat an eyelid. Didn’t say a word. Like, I didn’t, for example, grab you by that bacofoil arm and pull you back when you were leaving; pull you back into that embrace and kiss ya. I wanted to, guy, but I thought… Aw, smeg, I’ve gone and spilled lager all over the navicomp. Hang on…
Right. So yeah, I’ve been doing some thinking. I’ve been in prison, see, and you get to do a lot of thinking in prison. See, we got Red Dwarf back, and everyone had been resurrected like, but it all turned sour, and we got put in the brig. And… And you were there, ya know, ‘cause you’d been resurrected. Like, not the you you, the one that’s listening, if yer listening, but the you that you used to be. You wouldn’t have liked him. That’s what made me think, ya know, made me realize what an idiot I’d been. Sorry… I need to find some tissues…
Anyway, we escaped from there, and he didn’t, and you know what? I was glad. ‘Cause having him here, using yer old clothes, sleeping in yer bed… I don’t think I could’ve handled that. It was bad enough being cellmates. It was like being back before the accident; all the sniping and fighting, and always trying to get one another. It was like you and me right before we met our future selves, remember that? Man, we was angry then, weren’t we? It was like we were each other’s worst enemy; all that seething, repressed rage. But I think now… I think I was angry because I didn’t know what to do. I was all flustered and frustrated, and confused. I wasn’t confused when I talked to you that day you decided to go be Ace though. That’s the smegging irony of it, innit? The one time I try to show you how I feel, you get it wrong! I just… I just looked into your eyes, and… I thought you wanted me to tell you to go. To push you away, like. That ya needed me to believe in you, so ye’d have the guts to go off be a hero. I just wanted ya to be happy, man.
Are ya happy? I can’t ask ye to come back if you are. Hell, I’ve no right to ask ya to do anything. But I know what I wish. I wish you were here. I wish I could just reach across to ya and touch your face; pull ya close, do all the things I never did because I couldn’t get over myself. I couldn’t sleep tonight. I can’t get yer smile out of my mind. I keep wondering what you’d taste like; what yer skin would feel like close to mine. That’s why I’m recording this, because I have to tell ya. I have to tell someone, or I’ll go mad! I… I miss ya. Was I yelling just then? I’m sorry. I’ll round this off. Just give me a minute. Just need to get my head together.
OK. What more can I say? I’ve said enough already. I’ll end it here. If you ever get this, I wanted you to know; you were never my enemy. I was. I couldn’t get over myself, refused to see what was there. And I’m sorry for a lot of things, but I think ya know that. Still, there it is. I’m signing off now. See ya later… Arn.
Oh, and hang on… I love you. For what that’s worth. Signing off.”
The message ended, and Arnold Rimmer leaned back in his seat, staring blankly ahead. “Would you like me to replay it again, Ace?” The computer purred.
“What? Oh…” The computer, who was programmed to notice these things, had registered a change in his apparent body-temperature, heartbeat, galvanic skin response and voice stress level since he first heard the recording. The changes were all positive though, and so she ignored them. “Yes. Do.”
After all, they still had some time while the co-ordinates were being calculated. And he really didn’t want to get them wrong this time.
Pairing: Rimmer/Lister
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own it, I just write it, which makes me no money.
Spoilers: Everything! Erm, that is to say, it does spoil the end of series VIII, of sorts.
Notes: A response to
roadstergal's Truths. I'm not at all well today, so I appologize if any errors have crept through my proof-reading. Concrit = Shiny. Written as part of the fanfic100 challenge - my table is here.“Smeghead.
Yeah, you heard. Yer such a bloody idiot, aren’t ya, Rimmer? And, to be fair, so am I. That’s our trouble, you and me; we get so caught up in trying to see what we expect to be there that we don’t ever stop to think it might not be. What we’re looking for, like; that it’s not there, but that we’re looking for... Man, I can’t even get it right in my own head. Maybe you know what I mean, maybe you don’t. You’ll probably never get this message anyway. Yer off in some far off dimension fighting things and having sex with other things, or maybe both at the same time. Sounds like fun, but I bet you miss me, eh? I know I miss you.
Yeah, I’m a little drunk. Ya can’t expect a man not to be drunk when he’s just figured out he’s made the biggest mistake of his life. I let you go, man! I just stood by and watched you leave. Didn’t bat an eyelid. Didn’t say a word. Like, I didn’t, for example, grab you by that bacofoil arm and pull you back when you were leaving; pull you back into that embrace and kiss ya. I wanted to, guy, but I thought… Aw, smeg, I’ve gone and spilled lager all over the navicomp. Hang on…
Right. So yeah, I’ve been doing some thinking. I’ve been in prison, see, and you get to do a lot of thinking in prison. See, we got Red Dwarf back, and everyone had been resurrected like, but it all turned sour, and we got put in the brig. And… And you were there, ya know, ‘cause you’d been resurrected. Like, not the you you, the one that’s listening, if yer listening, but the you that you used to be. You wouldn’t have liked him. That’s what made me think, ya know, made me realize what an idiot I’d been. Sorry… I need to find some tissues…
Anyway, we escaped from there, and he didn’t, and you know what? I was glad. ‘Cause having him here, using yer old clothes, sleeping in yer bed… I don’t think I could’ve handled that. It was bad enough being cellmates. It was like being back before the accident; all the sniping and fighting, and always trying to get one another. It was like you and me right before we met our future selves, remember that? Man, we was angry then, weren’t we? It was like we were each other’s worst enemy; all that seething, repressed rage. But I think now… I think I was angry because I didn’t know what to do. I was all flustered and frustrated, and confused. I wasn’t confused when I talked to you that day you decided to go be Ace though. That’s the smegging irony of it, innit? The one time I try to show you how I feel, you get it wrong! I just… I just looked into your eyes, and… I thought you wanted me to tell you to go. To push you away, like. That ya needed me to believe in you, so ye’d have the guts to go off be a hero. I just wanted ya to be happy, man.
Are ya happy? I can’t ask ye to come back if you are. Hell, I’ve no right to ask ya to do anything. But I know what I wish. I wish you were here. I wish I could just reach across to ya and touch your face; pull ya close, do all the things I never did because I couldn’t get over myself. I couldn’t sleep tonight. I can’t get yer smile out of my mind. I keep wondering what you’d taste like; what yer skin would feel like close to mine. That’s why I’m recording this, because I have to tell ya. I have to tell someone, or I’ll go mad! I… I miss ya. Was I yelling just then? I’m sorry. I’ll round this off. Just give me a minute. Just need to get my head together.
OK. What more can I say? I’ve said enough already. I’ll end it here. If you ever get this, I wanted you to know; you were never my enemy. I was. I couldn’t get over myself, refused to see what was there. And I’m sorry for a lot of things, but I think ya know that. Still, there it is. I’m signing off now. See ya later… Arn.
Oh, and hang on… I love you. For what that’s worth. Signing off.”
The message ended, and Arnold Rimmer leaned back in his seat, staring blankly ahead. “Would you like me to replay it again, Ace?” The computer purred.
“What? Oh…” The computer, who was programmed to notice these things, had registered a change in his apparent body-temperature, heartbeat, galvanic skin response and voice stress level since he first heard the recording. The changes were all positive though, and so she ignored them. “Yes. Do.”
After all, they still had some time while the co-ordinates were being calculated. And he really didn’t want to get them wrong this time.
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Date: 2006-04-17 04:53 pm (UTC)*coughs*
I meant - wonderful fic, like any of your stuff. Loved how Listy used Arn's name in the end, it's so small but it means so much.
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Date: 2006-04-17 05:05 pm (UTC)I have a thing about the use of "Arn," especially by Lister. It was
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Date: 2006-04-17 05:53 pm (UTC)I love a little drunk!Lister. He's so endearingly honest when he's had a bit too much. And the tone of this is so sweetly close to the log at the beginning of Tikka - very Lister, but sweet for the content. I love how he gets confused and stumbles over his words. He would, I just bet. :D
Yer off in some far off dimension fighting things and having sex with other things, or maybe both at the same time.
Ha!
pull you back into that embrace and kiss ya. I wanted to, guy, but I thought… Aw, smeg, I’ve gone and spilled lager all over the navicomp.
I can just hear and see this. Love!
Sorry… I need to find some tissues...
I dunno if that's meant to be an Awwww... or an Oh my!, but I Awww!ed first and Oh my!ed on a reread.
‘Cause having him here, using yer old clothes, sleeping in yer bed… I don’t think I could’ve handled that.
Oh... :(
I can’t get yer smile out of my mind. I keep wondering what you’d taste like; what yer skin would feel like close to mine.
*melt*
Oh, and hang on… I love you. For what that’s worth. Signing off.
*re-melts*
After all, they still had some time while the co-ordinates were being calculated. And he really didn’t want to get them wrong this time.
*triple-melt*
This made me happy.
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Date: 2006-04-17 05:59 pm (UTC)The tissues are free to be interpreted however one wishes. But mostly "Aaaww," I think.
I'm glad I made you happy. Hey, what more could you want for your readers? :D
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Date: 2006-04-17 06:01 pm (UTC)I want my readers to run off to DJ and take pictures of... what we were talking about... :o
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Date: 2006-04-17 08:23 pm (UTC)I love this fic! Well, acctually, I love all your fics, but this is new so, right now I love this most. I am new here, so I've been cathcing up on fics a bit (erm, hi). Please, please write a sequel.
Oh, and feel better.
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Date: 2006-04-17 10:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-17 08:58 pm (UTC)Ahhh! Listy drunk! =) That was very sweet and the end, waaahhh! SQUEE!!! Brilliant job as usual. Hee!
*huggles*
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Date: 2006-04-17 10:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-17 11:47 pm (UTC)I think it was a great idea to make him drunk - makes it so much more, I don't know, open and believable (but I'm sorry you had to be ill to inspire it), and it's got such a smile-inducing hopeful ending that it nearly doesn't whether there's a sequel or not! (But all sequels will be fulling appreciated. :) )
'Bako-foil', I'm sorry, just looks really odd to me. I don't know if it's supposed to be spelt with a 'c' or not (is it a trademark? a generic product?) - this isn't really con-crit is it? I'll be shutting up now.
I almost couldn't believe that this was inspired by Truths though - it's so different in tone, so sweet and optimistic. It's wonderful characterisation. ^_^
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Date: 2006-04-17 11:48 pm (UTC)*sighs*
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Date: 2006-04-18 01:18 am (UTC)This is what we do;
Thanks for feeding back, glad you liked it!
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Date: 2006-04-18 07:21 pm (UTC)That's the fun thing about working with Kahvi - I don't have to worry about trying to add the niceness and optimism for balance. I can just be a jerk and let her take care of the rest. :D
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Date: 2006-04-18 11:24 pm (UTC)*melts*
*giggles*
I really love it.
(Sorry… I need to find some tissues...)
That made me go 'aw' but after reading *roadstergal's* comment, I thought, there can be two things there.
Hehe.
Very nice all around. Lovin it.
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