Authors Note: Finally! I really apologise for the delay Dwarfers! Not my fault, a lot o' smeg's been happenin'. I apologise for pulling a Doug Naylor on you! XD All will be explained in my profile. Enjoy! Oh, and if you haven't read Sorry, it would be best to read that first! :D

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own 'em unfortunately.

Sorry- Part Two

Arnold Rimmer sighed and got slowly out of bed, wincing as the pain in his back increased. He was almost tempted to switch to soft light. Almost.

There was plenty of light, what with the two moons shining on the planet they were stillstuck on, their brightness managing to pierce through the blizzard. Rimmer sat down at the table with a soft moan of pain.

Behind him, Lister murmured something, coughed, and then woke up, "Rimsy…? You okay?" he muttered.

"Yes," The hard-light replied, "Don't get up Listy, its full moons; you might turn into a were-slob,"

Lister chuckled, "Smeg off ya smegger…" he sat up, "Can't sleep?"

"No," Rimmer replied, rubbing his face and running his hands through his hair, making it look even messier.

"Me too, I keep wakin' up,"

They had spent the rest of the day fixing the engines. It had been a tough job, and by the time they had finished and retired to their quarters they couldn't get to sleep.

"I think its aliens," Rimmer said, yawning.

Lister raised an eyebrow, "Aliens?"

Rimmer nodded, "Probably. How else would the tracker have got there?"

Lister shrugged, "I really dunno… Long as it's not me Kiniterwowi bride I don't care,"

"Hell hath no fury like a Kiniterwowi woman scorned Listy…" Rimmer smirked.

"Very funny…" Lister told him, sighing and yawning, "Oh lets get back to bed…" he lay back down again, yanking the covers around him.

Rimmer sighed, stood up slowly, and winced as he settled back down on his own bunk.

"Hey," Lister asked, "What stuff do ya do when ya can't sleep?"

"I don't know," Rimmer replied, "Get out the chloroform?"

"No ya smegger!" Lister said, "I mean like countin' sheep…"

"Well why count imaginary sheep when you can count real life space weevils?" Rimmer replied with a small smile, "There's plenty scuttling around your dirty sock basket,"

There was a pause.

"…Rimmeh' man…?"

"Hmm?"

"G'night… an', er, cheers again. For 'elpin' me…"

"It's alright. Night Listy,"

"Night,"

"Cor, blimey," Holly interrupted, "Will you two put a planet in it? I'm trying to get some kip up here, its like 'aving a sleepover with the Waltons…"

Rimmer awoke early the next morning. Holly appeared on the screen in a night cap and Rimmer gestured to be quiet.

"You got a message from Kryten," Holly told him, "He said he's gone to look for the parts, apologises that you have to make your own breakfast and if he's not back in time dinner's in the oven, you just have to set it to gas mark twelve,"

Rimmer yawned and ran his hands through his unruly hair, "Okay, fine… that was the worse night's smegging sleep I've ever had- ouch!" he rubbed his back moodily.

He dressed and then headed into the kitchen, deciding to make Lister's breakfast too. In fact, make Lister's breakfast first. He opened the fridge and eyed its contents disdainfully; curry, lager, curry, lager, curry, lager, trainers…

"Oh God…" Rimmer screwed his nose up in disgust and dropped Lister's trainers to the floor, "Unbe-smegging-lievable…"

Ketchup, lager, curry, curry, space weevil something-or-other, curry…

It looked less inviting than a Grimsby Travel Lodge.

He took one of the foil containers out of the fridge and looked at the cooking instructions.

"Listy?"

Lister frowned and murmured something.

"Come on, I went to a lot of trouble making this…"

"Huh?" Lister sat up and blinked in the light, "Whoa, you made me breakfast?"

Rimmer nodded and held out the curry and lager, complete with poppadoms, "There you go…"

Lister looked surprised, grinned chirpily and then took it from the hard-light, as if he was expecting it to vanish before him, "Cheers Rimsy! You even remembered the poppadoms!"

"Of course," Rimmer replied, "Anyway, Kryten says he's gone to get the parts …"

"What? Out in that! What time did he go?"

"I don't know," The hologram answered, "Holly told me. It's what the smeg I'm going to have for breakfast that remains a mystery,"

"Try this," Lister smirked, indicating the curry.

Rimmer shook his head, "No way, thanks,"

"Oh go on," Lister grinned.

"I don't know why I'm doing this…" Rimmer sighed, going to fetch a spoon.

He gingerly spooned a piece from the corner and tasted it hesitantly, whilst Lister laughed at the faces he made.

The hologram started to cough.

Lister doubled up with laughter at the sight of his bunkmate's face, and managed to gather his wits enough to snap off a piece of poppadom and hand it to him, "Here, it'll take the burn away…"

That only recovered Rimmer slightly, "Drink, drink… I need a drink…" he spluttered, stumbling back into the kitchen.

When he came back, red faced, he leaned in the doorway and gave the Scouser the exasperated, flared nostril look.

And then suddenly, oddly, they were both laughing.

Not shouting at one another, insulting each other, one blaming the other for trying to start a curry induced death, just laughing, smiling.

Their smiles faded and the room descended into an awkward silence as they both realised this. Were they actually getting on?

"I'll be in the, er, in the kitchen…" Rimmer cleared his throat and shuffled out.

"You dudes are more confusing than the fact that Starbug's navicomp controls are wired up incorrectly but it still manages to fly forwards instead of backwards, upside down and higgledy-piggledy," Holly appeared on the screen.

Later, Cat sat in the cockpit, watching Kryten waddle through the snow via the scouter. The feline was more than a little bored and had started to re-do his hair.

"Oh come on Ice Cube Head, you're out there, the scouter's out there, how come you can't find anything?"

"I'm trying Sir…" Kryten's voice answered guilty, over the howling wind, "I think ice has gotten into my optic tracts…"

Lister swaggered into the cockpit and sat in his normal seat, "How's it goin' Kryties?"

"Lie Mode… Everything's going absolutely fine Sir…" The mechanoid replied.

"What's that?" Lister raised his eyebrows.

"Everything's going well Mr Lister…Lie Mode Cancel- How was your breakfast?"

"Brutal actually," Lister replied loudly as Rimmer loitered in the background, "Really good man,"

"I'm very glad to hear it Sir, how's my kitchen coping with the shock- Ah-ha!" They saw Kryten hurry forward in a flurry of snow, "There's something, I'm sure it's one of the parts this time!"

"Humph, the other five times it was a rock…" Cat growled, "And even worse, it was the same rock each time… you've gone round in more circles than a headless chicken on a merry-go-round!"

"So it's not goin' all too well then…" Lister said, cracking open a can of lager.

"You can say that again," The Cat said.

Lister nodded and continued to watch the screen.

"… No, really," the Cat said, "You can say that again, I didn't hear you. Too busy combing my hair," he grinned a pointy fanged smile.

Lister sighed and took a sip of his lager, "So it's not goin' all too well then?" he repeated.

"Hell no!" Cat answered, "I've been here all day and haven't looked in a mirror once! I almost forgot how good looking I was until my reflection on the panel caught my eye and stole my heart…" he grinned again, a dreamy, dramatic, smile.

Lister sighed.

"Ah yes," Kryten beamed, "Smug Mode- I was right Sirs; it's one of the parts!"

"Look Kryten," Rimmer marched right up to the helm, "Stop jabbering and get on with it!"

"Sir I think there's an old android saying that's of particular relevance here. It goes like this; 001110011001100110 001 001,"

"Kryten-"

"001"

"Kryten-"

"0011"

"Kryten-"

"00111."

"KRYTEN!" Rimmer snapped, furiously.

"Yes Sir? Would you like to hear the translation?"

"No!"

Everyone began to give up watching Kryten waddle around looking for the parts after what felt like more than long enough. Lister had already left the cockpit, surprisingly before the Cat or Rimmer.

"This is ridiculous," Rimmer said, "He's been up and down more times a rabid, mutant yo-yo,"

"Yeah," Cat made a face, his pointy fangs appearing over his bottom lip, "I haven't checked up on my suits all day!"

Meanwhile, Lister sat at the midsection table, his arms folded and resting on it and his chin resting on his arms, a lager can in front of him. He kept thinking back to yesterday, when Kryten had said the he could have died in that blizzard; it reminded him that he was the last human, and also that if anything happened to him…

But then technically, he wasn't the last human, he was the last human alive because an ex-human was standing in the doorway with a shiny H on his forehead.

"Listy," Rimmer said from the doorway, "Drinking away our sorrows?"

Lister looked up and smiled slightly.

Rimmer sat opposite him at the table, "Isn't it ironic how we've dealt with Gelfs, rouge simulants, androids from hell, things that want to suck our brains out with a straw, countless nasties… but we can't deal with something that's technically a natural disaster,"

Lister nodded glumly, "Smeg…"

"I mean, it's just a bit of snow, it doesn't want to kill us or marry us or terrorise us, but we've been brought to a halt,"

"I wonder how the tracker got there…"

"No idea," Rimmer paused, and then frowned at his bunk-mate, reaching across the table to prod his arm, "What's up with you? You're a bit under the space corps regulation of morale aren't you?"

Lister glanced at the hologram and decided that he looked serious enough to deserve an answer, "It's just…I mean, if something happens to me…" he sighed, "I was just thinkin' is all…"

Rimmer frowned slightly. This was weird of Lister. Shouldn't he have been in the cockpit egging Kryten on, running around chirpily and saying 'brutal' a lot?

"How's Kryten gettin' on?" Lister changed the subject.

"Er…" Rimmer looked confused, "Not too bad but not too good either… Look, Listy, are you sure you're okay?"

Lister nodded, "Yeah… I'm really grateful for what ya did man…"

"I know," Rimmer nodded.

"I s'pose I better go an' check up on 'im," Lister stood up and touched Rimmer's shoulder on the way out.

Just mere seconds later, he stuck his head around the door and flashed Rimmer a winsome, chirpy grin, "Brutal! Krytie's on his way back!"

'That's better,' Rimmer thought with a small chuckle.

They hurried to the doors and Kryten waddled in, grimacing, head to foot in snow, "Oh my…"

"God it's the Michelin man…" Rimmer muttered.

"You okay man?" Lister asked as the mechanoid brushed himself down.

"Yes thank you Sir, I'm pleased to say that it was a success; the parts are just outside, all we have to do now is fix them on, which is er, easier said than done in this terrain,"

"I'll 'elp ya man,"

"Er, is that wise after yesterday?" Rimmer raised his eyebrows.

"Mr Rimmer does have a point Sir," Kryten agreed, "It would most certainly not be wise to go back outside again,"

"I'll do it," Rimmer sighed, "Now, Kryten. Let's get on with it,"

"Very well Sir,"

Lister watched them leave again and then wandered to the sleeping quarters, frowning. He could have been mistaken, but he was sure that Rimmer was being nice to him, in his own, subtle ways. He jumped up onto his bunk, thinking.

To him, it felt like a loose-loose situation; when he and Rimmer fell out, he wondered when they were going to make up, and when they made up, he wondered when they were going to fall out.

He must have fallen asleep for a while, because he woke up sprawled on his bunk, to see Cat sitting atop the table combing his hair and Holly looking nonchalant on the screen.

"Wha?" He sat up and blinked, "What's goin' on?"

"I'm tryin' to make myself look even nicer than before, but I think it's impossible!" Cat grinned.

Lister yawned, "Where's Rimmer and Kryten?" he turned to look at the screen where Holly was.

"They're still outside fixing on the parts Dave. It's looking a right state. I don't think it could even pass for a primary school project at the annual science fair,"

"Oh well," Lister jumped down from his bunk, "At least they're tryin',"

"And why's Goalpost Head being so nice to you buddy?" The Cat asked, leaping down and posing in front of the mirror, "It's creepy! He's taken your place so you don't have to go out in the cold swirly thing-"

"You mean the blizzard?" Lister interrupted.

"Yeah, and he made you breakfast! I don't see anybody queuing up to make my breakfast!"

Lister shook his head and went to the cupboard, taking out a deck of cards, "Cat man, ya wanna game o' cards?"

"Sure! I'll be right with you bud!"

It hadn't been so quiet on Starbug for what felt like centuries.

"To Ganymede an' Titan…"

There was no shouting or stomping about.

"Yes Sir I've been around…"

No slamming doors or raised voices.

"But there ain't no place in the whole o' space…"

No insults hurled across the cockpit.

"Like the good ol' toddlin' town…"

And Lister's guitar was still intact.

"Lunar City Seven…"

Lister sat at the table in the sleeping quarters, playing with the deck of poker cards. It was getting into late afternoon, and he was singing quietly, so as not to wake his bunk-mate, who was fast asleep on his bunk, one arm flopping over the side of the bed and onto the floor. Lister thought it unusual for Rimmer to sleep in the day, but then, he had been up all night fixing the engines last night, and he had fixed the parts back onto Starbug in a blizzard. Plus, he had carried Lister all the way back through that blizzard yesterday.

"Ganymede & Ti-" Lister stopped short, because Rimmer suddenly sprang awake, leapt up and then winced and sort of crumpled back down onto his bunk, "You okay Rimmer man?"

"Ugh…"

"Yer back still 'urtin'?"

"Mmm…"

Lister watched Rimmer sit up slowly and rub his eyes and then asked, "Alright?"

"What the smeg am I doing sleeping in the day?" Rimmer looked totally aghast, "It's against my rules!"

"Rimmer you're tired!" Lister replied with raised eyebrows, "Smeg, give yerself a break,"

Rimmer sank back down again with a groan, "Do you know what?"

"What?"

"For once, I'm going to take your advice,"

Lister smirked, "You should," he shuffled the deck flamboyantly through his gloved hands, and began to deal some cards to the Cat for their next game.

At that moment, Kryten appeared in the doorway, "Sirs I'm just going to see if I can help get Starbug's rear legs out of the snow,"

"There's a gap in logic in that," Rimmer mumbled, "If you do that, it'll just snow a load more in place of the bit you've removed,"

"But Sir-"

"Oh just leave it Kryties, come an' play cards with us man…" Lister told the mechanoid.

So in the end, digging Starbug's rear legs out of the snow got put off like a teenager's homework.