a/n: I'm feeling very low Rimmer right now. I'm even wearing the eye make up. Heh. I think the grammar tense changes halfway through. I apologize. I can't not change grammar tense. In anything. I'm sorry.
Had Lister, the normal Lister, been awake at the time, he might have been disturbed. Had Rimmer been present at the time, he would have been very disturbed. Hat the Cat been around, he would've been sick.
But Lister was out cold, Rimmer was hiding in a box and the Cat was no where to be seen. So what was going on went unseen by them.
Low Krytn was working with Low Holly to create the remote control dealie. Low Cat was eating. And Low Lister? He was getting whipped by Low Rimmer.
Things like being technically unable to touch each other hadn't stopped this pair. The whip was good enough. Lister was a sado-masochistic psycho. Rimmer was, as he liked to put it 'not a very nice person'. Listy and Rimsy got along very well. For the ten-odd minutes they'd been alive they were very much, or at least as close as they could come to it, in love. They were very happy together.
Or at least they had been for the first bit.
Then Low Rimmer had seen normal Lister.
He was much prettier. He had all his teeth, and he didn't look like the type to smoke those giant disgusting cigar-like things that his Lister smoked.
Oh yes, Rimmer wanted that Lister. He wanted him badly. Ever since he first laid eyes on him.
But he hadn't the words to explain exactly what it was he wanted, nor why. At least not in a way that would get this Lister, this beautiful and innocent Lister to come with him willingly. He knew there were words, somewhere. They were poetic and mind boggling, but he could not think of them.
Be it noted that High Rimmer can find and use these words, bu they haven't the proper effect on High Lister. But High Rimmer does not care. Lister's presence is just fine with him.
Back to Low Rimmer. Thrashing away at Low Lister.
"I am going to thrash you within an inch of you life," He growls, leaning in close to Low Lister, who growls back menacingly. "And then, I am going to have you."
Rimmer reminds the look on that new Lister's face. The shock, the confusion. What was so confusing? Rimmer thought he'd made himself pretty clear.
He paused in his thrashing and cast a longing gaze in the direction of the unconscious body in the other room. Low Lister grunts, moves unhappily. Getting no response he decides he actually needs to talk.
"Why'd you stop?" He asks, looking back at Rimmer who is still staring off morosely. "You're not gonna get 'im to come willingly. He isn't weird like you."
This Low Rimmer acknowledges as the truth, and, in anger, starts thrashing harder, raging angrily onto Low Lister. He giggles in pleasure. Rimmer contains a sob and a tear trickles down his cheek.
Rimmers never get to be happy. Particularly the low ones.
Had Lister, the normal Lister, been awake at the time, he might have been disturbed. Had Rimmer been present at the time, he would have been very disturbed. Hat the Cat been around, he would've been sick.
But Lister was out cold, Rimmer was hiding in a box and the Cat was no where to be seen. So what was going on went unseen by them.
Low Krytn was working with Low Holly to create the remote control dealie. Low Cat was eating. And Low Lister? He was getting whipped by Low Rimmer.
Things like being technically unable to touch each other hadn't stopped this pair. The whip was good enough. Lister was a sado-masochistic psycho. Rimmer was, as he liked to put it 'not a very nice person'. Listy and Rimsy got along very well. For the ten-odd minutes they'd been alive they were very much, or at least as close as they could come to it, in love. They were very happy together.
Or at least they had been for the first bit.
Then Low Rimmer had seen normal Lister.
He was much prettier. He had all his teeth, and he didn't look like the type to smoke those giant disgusting cigar-like things that his Lister smoked.
Oh yes, Rimmer wanted that Lister. He wanted him badly. Ever since he first laid eyes on him.
But he hadn't the words to explain exactly what it was he wanted, nor why. At least not in a way that would get this Lister, this beautiful and innocent Lister to come with him willingly. He knew there were words, somewhere. They were poetic and mind boggling, but he could not think of them.
Be it noted that High Rimmer can find and use these words, bu they haven't the proper effect on High Lister. But High Rimmer does not care. Lister's presence is just fine with him.
Back to Low Rimmer. Thrashing away at Low Lister.
"I am going to thrash you within an inch of you life," He growls, leaning in close to Low Lister, who growls back menacingly. "And then, I am going to have you."
Rimmer reminds the look on that new Lister's face. The shock, the confusion. What was so confusing? Rimmer thought he'd made himself pretty clear.
He paused in his thrashing and cast a longing gaze in the direction of the unconscious body in the other room. Low Lister grunts, moves unhappily. Getting no response he decides he actually needs to talk.
"Why'd you stop?" He asks, looking back at Rimmer who is still staring off morosely. "You're not gonna get 'im to come willingly. He isn't weird like you."
This Low Rimmer acknowledges as the truth, and, in anger, starts thrashing harder, raging angrily onto Low Lister. He giggles in pleasure. Rimmer contains a sob and a tear trickles down his cheek.
Rimmers never get to be happy. Particularly the low ones.