Revenge is a dish best served cold R/L implications

[squiggle-bat.livejournal.com]

. Spoilers: Ouroborus, Terrorform, Stoke me a Clipper
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I neither own Red Dwarf, nor do I make any money from this writing.

"You never understood, did you? What it was to have the hope of finally being loved dangled in front of you, only to have it snatched away again." Rimmer turned fully to face him. “I wanted you to know *exactly* what it was you did to me.”

Hard to believe that not twenty minutes had passed since the transdimensional rift had appeared off the port bow and in had breezed Ace Rimmer, all shining suit and pasted on charisma. A man on a mission: he’d reached into his pocket and pulled out something for Kochanski. This something had turned out to be the lightbee of her alternate lover, leading to tearful reunions and heartfelt declarations of eternal gratitude. They’d left the pair to get reaquainted and now here Lister was, sitting on a bunk next to his Rimmer, who was twirling that wig with an unconcern belied by the tightness round his eyes. There was only one question Lister could ask: Why?

The answer caught him unawares, like a blow to the stomach. His wide-eyed shock was met by a look of... anger? Disgust? Something burning, at any rate. He slowly shook his head, unable to formulate a coherant reply. The emotions in Rimmer’s eyes hardened as the silence drew out between them until he slammed the wig over his short-cropped curls and strode away.

Kristine entered some time later, all beautiful smiles and warm farewells. He was able to smile weakly in return for the kiss on his cheek, but refused to come out to see the Wildfire depart.

By the time he’d found his answer they had been long gone.

This was meant to be part of a longer story (though is a readalone), but I've gotten horribly stuck and have only been able to force it out in small chunks.

Comments

[shivvlan.livejournal.com]

I can certainly see it as part of a larger story. :P What you need is inspiration; grab a couple of the group member's and force them to give you idea's or something. =P

[squiggle-bat.livejournal.com]

Oh, ideas aren't the problem,I've got ideas falling out of my nostrils! They're just all very fragmented at the moment, since only Rimmer knows the full story and is refusing to cooperate.

[shivvlan.livejournal.com]

give him a good spanking, it may get him to co-operate.

Failing that I've found that writing an arrow diagram helps when things are fragmented and stuck. I mean:
Walks to door=>walks through=>arhg I dunno he gets hit with a cake, omg good idea=>

It makes everything get into a coordinated line if nothing else.

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

Awww. :( Very angry and bitter, but hell, that's only appropriate for Terrorform and SMAC!

*sigh* Eeeexcellent.

[roadstergal.livejournal.com]

You know, I didn't see this as the angle for your fic when I read the little segment you have posted in your journal; it just turns that piece around. Great angle. It's just itching to be a long fic.

[squiggle-bat.livejournal.com]

What, you expected Rimmer to suddenly be all altruistic? ;) Then again, he would never even have thought of doing this to his Lister if he hadn't also been horribly disappointed at not finding another Rimmer to foist the whole Ace thing onto. The fact that his Lister had also scored the girl of his dreams was just the final straw.

[kahvi.livejournal.com]

Gah, the angst! Eeep! I like... But ngh! Angst! Hehehe... I think I need to write something un-angsty just to compensate. Or at least something ending happily.

I would love to see more of this. :)

[squiggle-bat.livejournal.com]

Yes! Happy, lovely, joyful things! I look forward to it :D