A/N: I GOT MY GCSE RESULTS.. WOOOOO HOOOOOOOOO! I PASSED ALL TEN! 3 A's, 6 B's and 1 C (maths, go figure…or not in my case)…I'm so happy! Yay! Strangely though, all I could talk about when I got my results was Lloyd and…Kelly!

Okay I need to say a big thanks to Sian, for firstly giving me a bottle of her inspiration (I'm sure it was spiked but thanks all the same) and for secondly being so helpful and reminding me who I was writing about…Lister…thanks and also for enriching (cough, ruining) my life with songs! A big thanks to Stephanie, for putting up with my stimulating conversation (lol…literally, that is all I say) Big thanks to Alex, for always giving me lovely comments and being a genuinely brilliant and cool person. Liz (who fell asleep on my couch after an 11 hour flight and getting her GCSE results, she did brill) thanks so much, for putting up with me, helping me and for being a top mate! A big thanks to Laura, for firstly asking where her thanks was, but for also laughing at my crappy jokes! God bless you girl!

Oh sod it, THANK YOU ALL!

Reviewers! God how I love you!

Boogle: You will soon find out who Charlie is and you will no longer need to wonder…whoa I'm weird…sorry. Thanks!

Reddwarfaddict: Have you decided if you're Rimmer or Lister in the arguments with your brother? I'm probably more Lister, cos for some unfathomable reason I acquire a scouse accent (or Irish sometimes) when I get angry...seriously.

Zombie Kitty: I'm still annoyed about Corrie…Lloyd is waaaaaaaaaaay too good for Kelly…If this Charlie looks like the Charlie from Busted, I'd be worried…

Mrs Rimmer…aka Sian: you're reviews keep getting better and better! LMAO! Cheers girl.

Okay, hands up who's happy with Lloyds storyline…cos I'm certainly not!

And updates may not be as frequent as I'm working for my mother for the next two weeks in her office and after that I start college, but rest assured I'll try my hardest to update as regularly as I can.

And once again, the A/N has grown out of my control…

Sunny
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For what seemed like an age, the pair stood and stared at each other as years of memories came flooding back.

Lister couldn't believe it. What were the odds of meeting an old friend 3 million years in deep space? Virtually non-existent, smaller than a Blue Peter presenters I.Q.

Charlie looked as shocked as he did, "is it really you?"

Lister smirked "yeah, last time I checked!", he allowed his eyes to wander up and down, taking in her body, noting what had changed since he'd last seen her. His eyes finally came to rest on her breasts, his eyebrows rocketed upwards "where'd they come from?" he asked, gesturing to her cleavage.

When she was 16, it was fairly safe to say that Charlie was very flat chested yet here she was now with a shelf that FHM would tear their eyes out for.

Charlie grinned, "Well, there's this thing called puberty-"

"Very funny" interrupted Lister, a small pause occurred

"Wow…." laughed Charlie, breaking the silence "this is weird,"

Lister nodded, and not knowing to do or say afterwards, carried on nodding. He was still rather shocked and he wasn't really his most responsive whilst shocked.

It was the breasts that had done it, up until seeing them he'd only been slightly shocked as over the years he'd sort of got used to weird things happening to him…but Charlie…with breasts! That's got to be the weirdest…and he was finding it very hard to understand.

"You can stop staring at them," said Charlie, bringing him back to reality with a bump "they aren't going anywhere…."

"Sorry" he mumbled, just managing to tear his eyes away "are they real?" he asked, before hastily adding "just out of curiosity mind ya'know…"

Charlie's mouth twitched into a reluctant smile whilst the rest of her fact tried in vain to keep looking angry "If I weren't so happy to see I'd give you such a slapping…"

"Hey" said Lister, backing away holding his hands up, not really in the mood to be on the receiving end of one of Charlie's attacks again "I'm only asking…cos…well, you didn't have them when you were 16!"

She laughed, "I did…but they were very, very well hidden!"

"Now why would you want to hide these beauties away?" he asked

Charlie smiled "because" she replied sweetly "there were lots of boys like you around who only wanted a girl for her body. Call me crazy, Lister but I was looking for a bit more in a relationship…"

"You're crazy!"

She laughed before pulling him into a hug "God, I've missed you" she laughed,

"Awww really? You missed me?"

"Yes" she said, "and I bet you missed me too!"

Lister frowned in thought "now that you mention it…no, I didn't!"

"Git" exclaimed Charlie, punching him on the arm but grinning nonetheless.

"About these breasts-" said Lister,

Charlie rolled her eyes "and there I was thinking the conversation had moved on…."

"No chance" he smirked "seriously now…I think I should give you my professional opinion on them, so-" he began trying to undo Charlie's shirt, "give us a look-"

"Don't you dare!" she yelled, trying to jump away but he grabbed hold of her arms preventing escape.

Luckily (or unluckily whichever way you look at it) Rimmer was just round the corner and he was ashamed to admit he got a teensy bit worried when he thought he heard screams echoing down the corridor.

It would just look too convenient if Lister died on a derelict and the only person with him was Rimmer…

The hologram broke into a run stopping briefly to decide where the sound was coming from; he turned right and performed a kung fu high kick worthy of Jackie Chan complete with high pitched "hhhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" and flailing arms.

This would have been a rather dramatic, quite intimidating and very heroic looking entrance but he tripped at the very last second and crashed into Lister and Charlie, knocking them both to the floor before tumbling on top of them.

For a few seconds the three of them lay groaning in a messy heap of arms, legs and torsos on the floor.

Rimmer couldn't figure out what was wrong…his eyes were open so why was it so dark? He gave a small moan and pushed himself a little of the floor.

He suddenly realised what was wrong…the cause of it suddenly being so dark was staring him right in the face.

During the fall, Charlie's shirt had been ripped open and Rimmer had landed, quite by accident by with amazing precision, directly on her breasts.

His apologies got stuck in his throat and for a second or two all he could was panic silently as every drop of hologramatic blood in Rimmer's body rushed to fill his face.

"I'm soooooooo sorry" he gabbled, like his voice box was stuck in fast forward, scrambling backwards to get as far away from the breasts as possible but falling on top of Lister in the process "I didn't do it on purpose…"

The owner of the breasts sat up and began laughing "didn't do what on purpose?"

For the second time in as many minutes Rimmer was speechless but this time it was in the good way. He was vaguely aware that his mouth was hung open and chances were he was probably drooling but it didn't matter, he'd worry about that later.

What mattered was the woman in front of him. Rimmer had never believed in love at first sight, he'd scoffed at the idea, claiming it was just one of those things producers put in movies to make the plot move quicker.

You can't fall in love with someone just by looking at them. How can you how many fatal flaws a person has til you get to know them. People were willing to throw away their lives/career/money/sanity for someone they just met? It was insane!

Although, suddenly love at first sight didn't seem so stupid anymore….in fact, it seemed quite plausible.

She was almost the young version of the Mum everyone wished they had growing up. The one who was cuddly, baked cookies and stuck up for the small and weak.

The only thing distracting from this image was her small square rimmed glasses that gave her a bookish look when teamed with her hazel eyes and tumbling brown curls.

In fact she was exactly the type of girl that most men would want to end up marrying after meaningless relationship after another with unintelligent, boney, plastic clones of girls.

But Rimmer hadn't had a lot of meaningless relationship with unintelligent, boney, plastic clones of girls…none to be exact…

"Didn't do what on purpose?" she repeated, as he seemed to have drifted off,

"Touch your breasts," he said, still with inhuman speed. "I…I wouldn't dream of it…don't get me wrong they're lovely…. very lovely…very comfortable" Charlie raised an eyebrow but said nothing "I mean" continued Rimmer, as a fresh wave of embarrassment surged through his body "I'd be happy if I was actually allowed to…erm…. oh…'use' them…"

'Oh God' piped up a tiny voice from inside his head 'You're droning on, she's going to think you're a total head case…and she wouldn't be too far from the truth'

No matter how hard Rimmer tried to stop gabbling, he couldn't. The words tumbled from his mouth as easily as rocks rolled down a steep hill. He was cringing inwardly but his stupid mouth and his stupid brain still worked together to succeed in making him look completely and utterly stupid.

"I'm sorry" he said at last "I'm really really really really really really really sorry!"

"It's okay" she said, "It's fine" and then she smiled, and Rimmer felt like he was flying.

In the early days, he'd never understood why Lister had got so hung up on Kristine Kochanski's smile…it couldn't have been that good.

Lister of course, had tried to explain that when someone you like smiles at you, smiles at you with a genuine smile, it makes your day. You feel on top of the world and believe you can achieve anything.

Rimmer, of course, didn't believe it, but suddenly he realised Lister had been right all along.

As she smiled at him, his skin tingled, his heart (hologramatic though it was) began to flutter with excitement and nerves, he felt an indescribable sense of calmness envelope him that was quickly replaced by the need to run around, waving his arms and singing at the top of his voice.

He smiled back, hoping he didn't look too desperate/manic/stalker-ish.

It was only when Lister spoke did Rimmer remember he was there, "this is Charlie" he grinned "and I believe you've already met her breasts…"

Rimmer would have come back with an incredibly witty, well thought out come back that would put Lister in his place…but he was too busy blushing.

Okay, before anyone writes in their review (if you review that is) about Lister being unfaithful to Toni, I'd like to stress that Charlie and Lister's relationship is based on the one me and Liz share with Ryan.

He'sknown us so long the words 'personal space' have no meaning, he openly feels Lizzy's breasts/ass/any other reachable body part with no shame and stunned a small group of scallies/chavs by showing them he could do it without having a restraining order put on him (although Liz is wondering if she should press charges, on Ryan not the scallies/chavs...but I could see the plus side of pressing charges on them).

You could practically smell the jealousy from them; it was obvious they were thinking 'he got to touch her boobs without taking her to McDonalds first…'

So to clarify (ooh posh word) Lister knows Charlie so well, she doesn't mind him joking around like what went on in this chapter and he has no reservations about invading her personal space ect.