I do not own Red Dwarf, or Harry Potter, blah blah blah. Don't sue me, you'll get nada. 'Cause that's what I have.
"So, you had something to show us then, Hol?" asked Lister, throwing himself into a chair. He didn't spill even a drop of his beer.
Rimmer threw a condescending glance at him. "Lister, do you mind terribly NOT ashing on the instrumentation?"
Lister flicked his cigarette at the console.
"If I may," interjected Holly with a hint of pride, "direct your attention to the center of the room?" The assembled crew dutifully complied, directing their attention towards a very familiar box.
Even Cat grasped this item. "Say, isn't this the Holly Hop Drive?"
Holly smirked. "No, this is the Holly Hip-Hop Drive – it's got a lot more funk."
"Well," Rimmer began, "it's plain to see that there are many aspects to be considered – the last time we tried something like this, the risks weighed against the benef- hey, Lister, what do you think you're doi-" Lister pushed the button.
"Smeghead!" cursed Rimmer. "We could've died! As it is, we don't know where the smeg we are-"
"Earth," cut in Lister, pointing.
"What?" the other man sputtered.
Okay, this is my first fic, so the chapters will be short, at least at first. Crossover comes in the next chapter. Please review!
