Title: Sunset
Pairing: Rimmer/Lister
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Red Dwarf owns me, not the other way around. And I don't make money from this. Would that I did!
Spoilers: Hm... Just The End, I suppose.
Notes: A follow up, of sorts, to
roadstergal's
Appliance. Written as part of the
fanfic100 challenge -
my table is here.
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This, pathetic though it was, he thought, was his moment. )
Comments 17
Lovely, lovely Lister in this.
still giggling uncontrollably at the image of three of the scutters very reluctantly pulling Rimmer's voice-activated book out of Lister's laundry-basket
Perfect mental image.
Lister groaned, and leaned against the military/ocean/whatever gray surface face first.
Heee!
Great descriptions of Petersen's habits and quarters, and Lister's drunken thinking. I did think of Balance of Power when I read Buns and Babes...
Lister's mad fit, and crying about how everyone is dead - killed me.
He needed to hug someone; hold someone. Someone who wouldn’t slink away disinterested after half a minute to fix his hair. Someone who knew what it was like to be human. Someone who remembered.
*sigh*
He tried to smile. He was out of practice, so the result was probably less than satisfactory.
Yep!
The rotten little smegger; had he no sense of decency? Wasn’t erasing himself to save him good enough for the gerbil-faced procrastinating twonk; what did he want - a public execution with fireworks and toffee ( ... )
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That said, I'm very happy to hear I got Arn right. He tends to elude me, but I've come to know him quite well. ;)
Thank ye for lovely feedback!
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I really enjoy fic that deals with the impact of all the crew dying. They skirted over that very quikly in the show (probably why they did it differently for the novel). I think the sister idea is very interesting. It's always the way isn't it - you can't really deal with an issue of this magnitude, but then something small sets you off and then....
The ending was just beautiful.
“Well,” he conceded, “I might as well stick around then.” After all, Lister was clearly too far gone to be helped by anyone.
I love that. I think that's very Rimmer.
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was littered with astro-navigation books that Lister stolen - no, borrowed, he corrected himself - from Rimmer Oh, I can't see him returning the books someday. :D
All he could do was stumble towards Rimmer, hands flailing, clutching at a body that wasn’t there. He heard shouting, protests yelled in fear, but he couldn’t stop. Finally, his fingers caught something solid; something that was there, and he clutched it to his chest, closing his eyes, gasping, rambling.
This is where I. Um. Oh, I'm still reeling from this one. Bloody beautiful image, but it's painful as well.
He needed to touch something. He needed to hug someone; hold someone. Someone who wouldn’t slink away disinterested after half a minute to fix his hair. Someone who knew what it was like to be human. Someone who remembered.
Oh, perfect Lister.
Yes, it had been a simple enough task; keep him sane. He looked at the sobbing, cowering pile in front of him. He heard the sounds coming from the last human being alive, and sighed, ( ... )
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This turned out a lot more emotional than I had planned. And I hadn't planned on them kissing either, but Lister has a way of doing whatever the hell he wants in my stories. And don't I love him for it. ;)
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Wow, thank you... Lovely feedback makes me happy. :)
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And yes, I'd like to think he'd do it. I'm no Rimmer expert though; that's roadstergal. But it fit my purposes to have him react that way in this. ;)
Work, Shapes and Ends are the longest fics I've written. For anything longer, I tend to need roadstergal to help me along. :)
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