A/N: I may be doing things slightly out of order. So sue me!
***Entry in the diary of Jen Moore***
Is it remotely possible that I am more then scum? I don't really think so. I've based my entire life around that thought. That sounds a lot like me. Basing my life around an entirely wrong myth. That's ironically funny. Well, back to the point I was trying to make. Arnold makes me feel like more then scum if that's possible. Half the time I have no idea what to say to him, the other half I am totally confidant in what I am saying. Neither of those are very often occurrences. Me and Arnold share some of the same hopes and dreams. He told me he wanted to become an officer, too. Pretty much for the same reasons as me. Was he just trying to impress me? Why would he? He doesn't have to, I already am impressed! Doesn't take that much to impress scum like me. He's my superior. Him and everyone else in the universe. Maybe I should stop this whole diary thing. It never makes me feel better. Just worse. Well, that figures. Its just a tradition with me to write in this stupid thing I guess. It's a tradition I couldn't possibly end!
~
Rimmer strolled out of his quarters feeling like a king. That letter would change his life! He had been invited to the captain's table! ITHE CAPTAIN'S TABLE!!!!!/I This was the first step in his career! That one night, two weeks from now could either make or break his career. Only one problem. The letter said to bring a "Partner" Rimmer didn't have a "Partner". He didn't know any women well enough. The only ones he really did know thought he was a prat. He could always call the escort service and get a beautiful woman to pretend to be going out with him, but that was very costly.
There was another option… He could invite Jennifer. She was the only one who possibly might be willing to do it. How the hell was he going to work up the courage to do that?
Rimmer thought about it and realized he had three options: blow 3 months pay on a beautiful woman who would pretend to be crazy about him, Invite Jennifer and go as just friends, or not go at all.
Rimmer knew the third wasn't an option. He was going if it was the last thing he ever did! Rimmer knew he couldn't take his chances on the first one, it was bound to go horribly wrong! He would have to invite Jennifer. He wanted to, really badly! He liked her. The only problem was, she probably didn't like him.
~
Once again, Jen was chosen to work with Rimmer. Jen knew this was no coincidence. People were beginning to wonder why she was being chosen, not that any of them wanted to be alone with Rimmer. To the guys in Z shift, the idea seemed like hell.
Jen personally didn't want to spend time alone with any of them, so she was grateful for Rimmer.
Rimmer opened a chicken soup machine and began to clean it. "Jennifer, I have to ask you a favor."
"What is it?" Jen asked, showing him a smile.
"I know this is rather strange of me to ask…but… I was… you see… I was invited to the captain's table for dinner next Friday, and the invitation clearly stated that I was to bring a 'partner'… and since I don't exactly have one… I was wondering, maybe you would like to come. I mean… we would just go as friends. No pressure. I won't be hurt if you say no."
Jen was speechless. Rimmer had just invited her to the captain's table! This had to mean something… maybe not… "Sure, Arnold. I'd love to."
"You will? Oh thank you! Um… we are stopping off on Miranda, I can take you to buy a dress if you need to…" Rimmer offered.
Jen smiled. "I already have one, but thank you."
Rimmer smiled. "Thanks Jen, I really owe you one." He said, and went back to cleaning the soup machine.
~
Later that evening, Jen went through her closet to look for her dress. It wasn't extremely formal, but it was pretty. It was light blue. It went down to her knees. It was a spaghetti strap, and revealed most of her back. There were a couple of ties down the back, It was stylish, yet elegant and simple. The dress sparkled under the lighting of her quarters as she held it up to her body. She hoped it was the right sort of thing to wear. Even if it wasn't, she didn't want Rimmer wasting money on her. Jen wondered if she had the body to fit into the dress, she had to diet for weeks before she was able to wear it last. She never ate very much, so she figured she would probably be ok, but just to be on the safe side, she decided she would diet until the "big night"
Jen wondered to herself if Rimmer had invited her because he liked her, or just because no one else would go with him. She was okay with it either way. She was pretty used to being used. It was almost like it didn't even hurt her anymore.
Jen was probably one of the most forgiving people you could ever meet. Someone could do anything to her, and as long as they said they were sorry, she would always forgive them. Being this was flexible was the only way Jen could really get along with people, and keep relationships with friends who really didn't deserve her kindness in the first place.
~Two weeks later~
Jen stood in her quarters. She had been pleasantly surprised at her appearance in the dress. It looked much better then she thought. Jen looked much thinner then she expected.
Even in her matching platform shoes she looked short, that was probably because she was short. She was only 5 foot 2. The platforms gave her a few more inches, but it looked a little different compared to Rimmer, he was quite tall.
Jen had pulled her hair in a nice elegant bun that had taken forever for her to do, Jen was terrible at doing her own hair. It seemed like the bun was only staying in because of sheer luck.
There was a knock at the door. Jen smiled. "Come in."
"Open." In the doorway stood Arnold Rimmer. In his hand he held a red rose. He was dressed in a black tux. Jen had to admit he looked very handsome.
At the sight of Jen his eyes widened. "Jennifer… you look… great!" He managed to say.
"Thank you. So do you!" She answered.
Rimmer handed the her the rose. Jen took it and put it up to her nose. She smelled its sweet aroma. "Thank you." She help the rose close to her body in her left hand, and took Rimmer's hand with her right and they walked off towards the turbo lift together.
A/N: Review review review! (please? *sad puppy dog eyes*)
***Entry in the diary of Jen Moore***
Is it remotely possible that I am more then scum? I don't really think so. I've based my entire life around that thought. That sounds a lot like me. Basing my life around an entirely wrong myth. That's ironically funny. Well, back to the point I was trying to make. Arnold makes me feel like more then scum if that's possible. Half the time I have no idea what to say to him, the other half I am totally confidant in what I am saying. Neither of those are very often occurrences. Me and Arnold share some of the same hopes and dreams. He told me he wanted to become an officer, too. Pretty much for the same reasons as me. Was he just trying to impress me? Why would he? He doesn't have to, I already am impressed! Doesn't take that much to impress scum like me. He's my superior. Him and everyone else in the universe. Maybe I should stop this whole diary thing. It never makes me feel better. Just worse. Well, that figures. Its just a tradition with me to write in this stupid thing I guess. It's a tradition I couldn't possibly end!
~
Rimmer strolled out of his quarters feeling like a king. That letter would change his life! He had been invited to the captain's table! ITHE CAPTAIN'S TABLE!!!!!/I This was the first step in his career! That one night, two weeks from now could either make or break his career. Only one problem. The letter said to bring a "Partner" Rimmer didn't have a "Partner". He didn't know any women well enough. The only ones he really did know thought he was a prat. He could always call the escort service and get a beautiful woman to pretend to be going out with him, but that was very costly.
There was another option… He could invite Jennifer. She was the only one who possibly might be willing to do it. How the hell was he going to work up the courage to do that?
Rimmer thought about it and realized he had three options: blow 3 months pay on a beautiful woman who would pretend to be crazy about him, Invite Jennifer and go as just friends, or not go at all.
Rimmer knew the third wasn't an option. He was going if it was the last thing he ever did! Rimmer knew he couldn't take his chances on the first one, it was bound to go horribly wrong! He would have to invite Jennifer. He wanted to, really badly! He liked her. The only problem was, she probably didn't like him.
~
Once again, Jen was chosen to work with Rimmer. Jen knew this was no coincidence. People were beginning to wonder why she was being chosen, not that any of them wanted to be alone with Rimmer. To the guys in Z shift, the idea seemed like hell.
Jen personally didn't want to spend time alone with any of them, so she was grateful for Rimmer.
Rimmer opened a chicken soup machine and began to clean it. "Jennifer, I have to ask you a favor."
"What is it?" Jen asked, showing him a smile.
"I know this is rather strange of me to ask…but… I was… you see… I was invited to the captain's table for dinner next Friday, and the invitation clearly stated that I was to bring a 'partner'… and since I don't exactly have one… I was wondering, maybe you would like to come. I mean… we would just go as friends. No pressure. I won't be hurt if you say no."
Jen was speechless. Rimmer had just invited her to the captain's table! This had to mean something… maybe not… "Sure, Arnold. I'd love to."
"You will? Oh thank you! Um… we are stopping off on Miranda, I can take you to buy a dress if you need to…" Rimmer offered.
Jen smiled. "I already have one, but thank you."
Rimmer smiled. "Thanks Jen, I really owe you one." He said, and went back to cleaning the soup machine.
~
Later that evening, Jen went through her closet to look for her dress. It wasn't extremely formal, but it was pretty. It was light blue. It went down to her knees. It was a spaghetti strap, and revealed most of her back. There were a couple of ties down the back, It was stylish, yet elegant and simple. The dress sparkled under the lighting of her quarters as she held it up to her body. She hoped it was the right sort of thing to wear. Even if it wasn't, she didn't want Rimmer wasting money on her. Jen wondered if she had the body to fit into the dress, she had to diet for weeks before she was able to wear it last. She never ate very much, so she figured she would probably be ok, but just to be on the safe side, she decided she would diet until the "big night"
Jen wondered to herself if Rimmer had invited her because he liked her, or just because no one else would go with him. She was okay with it either way. She was pretty used to being used. It was almost like it didn't even hurt her anymore.
Jen was probably one of the most forgiving people you could ever meet. Someone could do anything to her, and as long as they said they were sorry, she would always forgive them. Being this was flexible was the only way Jen could really get along with people, and keep relationships with friends who really didn't deserve her kindness in the first place.
~Two weeks later~
Jen stood in her quarters. She had been pleasantly surprised at her appearance in the dress. It looked much better then she thought. Jen looked much thinner then she expected.
Even in her matching platform shoes she looked short, that was probably because she was short. She was only 5 foot 2. The platforms gave her a few more inches, but it looked a little different compared to Rimmer, he was quite tall.
Jen had pulled her hair in a nice elegant bun that had taken forever for her to do, Jen was terrible at doing her own hair. It seemed like the bun was only staying in because of sheer luck.
There was a knock at the door. Jen smiled. "Come in."
"Open." In the doorway stood Arnold Rimmer. In his hand he held a red rose. He was dressed in a black tux. Jen had to admit he looked very handsome.
At the sight of Jen his eyes widened. "Jennifer… you look… great!" He managed to say.
"Thank you. So do you!" She answered.
Rimmer handed the her the rose. Jen took it and put it up to her nose. She smelled its sweet aroma. "Thank you." She help the rose close to her body in her left hand, and took Rimmer's hand with her right and they walked off towards the turbo lift together.
A/N: Review review review! (please? *sad puppy dog eyes*)