My First Red Dwarf Fan Fiction - Chapter Two
Note. Wrote a bit more. Don't think this is the entire chapter two. Just want to get feedback and make sure I'm going in the right direction with it.
Disclaimer. It's sad to say, but I do not own the characters of Red Dwarf.
CHAPTER TWO
Thirteen hours later, Rimmer yawned and got back into his bunk. He had just spent the last five and a half hours getting Lister's surprise prepared. The hologram let out a little giggle at the thought of his bunkmate's face when he woke up. He just hoped Lister didn't die of shock. Rimmer yawned again. He wanted to be awake when Lister found the surprise but it wouldn't hurt just to close his eyes for a few minutes.
Rimmer was woken up two hours later by a very loud, prolonged belch coming from within the room. He opened his eyes to see Lister sitting at the table, several empty plates in front of him. Several plates that previously contained the food Rimmer had spent hours making.
"Enjoyed that, Listy?" Rimmer asked, getting up and stretching. He went over and sat opposite Lister, who was hungrily sucking his own fingers.
"Yeah, it was lovely. I mean, Kryten's food's usually mitchelin-star stuff but this wasn't too bad. He's maybe having a bit of an off-day."
Rimmer's face fell. "Kryten?"
"Yeah, I'm suprised he just left it here for me, though. He usually likes to wake me up with breakfast and a smile."
Rimmer's nostrils started flaring. Of course, Lister would think Kryten would have made his breakfast. Why would he ever think that Arnold Rimmer would do something like that for him?
At that moment, Kryten entered the room, pushing a trolley full of food.
"Good morning, Mr Lister, Mr Rimmer. Here's today's breakfast, Mr Lister, sir." Kryten was about to put the plates onto the table when he noticed the empty dishes.
"Oh my," the mechanoid said.
"You okay, Krytie? You've already made me brekkie."
"Um... so I appear to have, sir."
Rimmer wanted to speak up. Tell them it was he who had slaved away in the kitchen, making Lister's favourite foods. But somehow the words wouldn't come out.
"I do apologise, Mr Lister, sir. I can only assume my memory bank has suffered a minor glitch. I will give myself a full body scan and find out what has happened."
Frustrated, Rimmer shoved back his chair and stalked out of the room.
"Is everything all right with Mr Rimmer?"
Lister rolled his eyes. "It's Rimmer, Kryten. He's never all right."
"Well," said Kryten. "I'll just put all of this in the bin and then do that scan I mentioned."
Lister grabbed the trolley from Kryten and pulled it towards him, grinning. "Oh, I'm sure I can find room for a second breakfast, Kryters."
*
Rimmer stomped along the corridor. Bloody typical; he never got recognition for anything he did. Maybe he should give up trying to do nice things for his crewmates. It was hard work being nice. It was much easier just being a total git.
A sudden shrilling, screeching noice could be heard from further along the corridor. Rimmer thought it was coming from one of the ship's ancient pipes, but he was wrong. Cat emerged from one of the doors. He was dressed in a pair of emerald green trousers, a tight black shirt and a knee-length multi-coloured coat. His jet-black hair had been put in several large hair curlers.
"Hey," Cat said, strutting towards the hologram. "I'm hungry. Where's monkey-boy?"
"In his room, being a total, selfish git, as usual," muttered Rimmer.
Carrying on his shrieking, Cat continued strutting down the corridor. Rimmer watched until the feline was out of sight, then he had a thought. If Lister was too much of a smeghead to notice when Rimmer had done something nice for him, perhaps Cat would be more appreciative.
Rimmer almost skipped as he headed towards Cat's official boudoir. No one except Cat and Kryten had been allowed in there. Kryten was only allowed in to collect the dirty washing basket or returned freshly laundered clothes. Rimmer was quite curious as to what Cat's room actually looked like.
He opened the door and gasped.
POSSIBLE END OF CHAPTER TWO
Disclaimer. It's sad to say, but I do not own the characters of Red Dwarf.
CHAPTER TWO
Thirteen hours later, Rimmer yawned and got back into his bunk. He had just spent the last five and a half hours getting Lister's surprise prepared. The hologram let out a little giggle at the thought of his bunkmate's face when he woke up. He just hoped Lister didn't die of shock. Rimmer yawned again. He wanted to be awake when Lister found the surprise but it wouldn't hurt just to close his eyes for a few minutes.
Rimmer was woken up two hours later by a very loud, prolonged belch coming from within the room. He opened his eyes to see Lister sitting at the table, several empty plates in front of him. Several plates that previously contained the food Rimmer had spent hours making.
"Enjoyed that, Listy?" Rimmer asked, getting up and stretching. He went over and sat opposite Lister, who was hungrily sucking his own fingers.
"Yeah, it was lovely. I mean, Kryten's food's usually mitchelin-star stuff but this wasn't too bad. He's maybe having a bit of an off-day."
Rimmer's face fell. "Kryten?"
"Yeah, I'm suprised he just left it here for me, though. He usually likes to wake me up with breakfast and a smile."
Rimmer's nostrils started flaring. Of course, Lister would think Kryten would have made his breakfast. Why would he ever think that Arnold Rimmer would do something like that for him?
At that moment, Kryten entered the room, pushing a trolley full of food.
"Good morning, Mr Lister, Mr Rimmer. Here's today's breakfast, Mr Lister, sir." Kryten was about to put the plates onto the table when he noticed the empty dishes.
"Oh my," the mechanoid said.
"You okay, Krytie? You've already made me brekkie."
"Um... so I appear to have, sir."
Rimmer wanted to speak up. Tell them it was he who had slaved away in the kitchen, making Lister's favourite foods. But somehow the words wouldn't come out.
"I do apologise, Mr Lister, sir. I can only assume my memory bank has suffered a minor glitch. I will give myself a full body scan and find out what has happened."
Frustrated, Rimmer shoved back his chair and stalked out of the room.
"Is everything all right with Mr Rimmer?"
Lister rolled his eyes. "It's Rimmer, Kryten. He's never all right."
"Well," said Kryten. "I'll just put all of this in the bin and then do that scan I mentioned."
Lister grabbed the trolley from Kryten and pulled it towards him, grinning. "Oh, I'm sure I can find room for a second breakfast, Kryters."
*
Rimmer stomped along the corridor. Bloody typical; he never got recognition for anything he did. Maybe he should give up trying to do nice things for his crewmates. It was hard work being nice. It was much easier just being a total git.
A sudden shrilling, screeching noice could be heard from further along the corridor. Rimmer thought it was coming from one of the ship's ancient pipes, but he was wrong. Cat emerged from one of the doors. He was dressed in a pair of emerald green trousers, a tight black shirt and a knee-length multi-coloured coat. His jet-black hair had been put in several large hair curlers.
"Hey," Cat said, strutting towards the hologram. "I'm hungry. Where's monkey-boy?"
"In his room, being a total, selfish git, as usual," muttered Rimmer.
Carrying on his shrieking, Cat continued strutting down the corridor. Rimmer watched until the feline was out of sight, then he had a thought. If Lister was too much of a smeghead to notice when Rimmer had done something nice for him, perhaps Cat would be more appreciative.
Rimmer almost skipped as he headed towards Cat's official boudoir. No one except Cat and Kryten had been allowed in there. Kryten was only allowed in to collect the dirty washing basket or returned freshly laundered clothes. Rimmer was quite curious as to what Cat's room actually looked like.
He opened the door and gasped.
POSSIBLE END OF CHAPTER TWO