All Things Considered
A Red Dwarf FanFiction
A Rimmer reflection – beginning of Series 8
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Rimmer couldn't understand it – he had gone to sleep with a curry stained, slobby bum as a roommate and woken up with Lister. New Lister. A guy who seemed to have discovered the existence of laundry powder and had managed to cut down to just two vindaloos a day. It was astonishing. And what was even more disconcerting was that this Lister was choosing to hang around with Rimmer.
Whether or not the Second Technician believed the story about a hologram of himself keeping Lister company for the past six years, the man was still choosing him over Dave, Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick and Titch – or whatever the smeg his friends were called. Could it be true? Could Lister have really spent six years with Rimmer and still want to be his friend – still want to be his friend when there were other choices available?
It made his head spin.
He found himself snapping less at the man, fewer snarky comments and disgusted looks – this miraculous overnight change had made Lister more likable; more patient.
And as soon as Rimmer realised his officer aspirations were shot to hell, there was no one else he would rather be sharing a cell with. Well, apart from that J-Jones woman, should she have been available.