A.N – This is the last one. It was my first fan-fiction so it probably
wasn't that good – but when I have an idea I will write some more stuff.
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Rimmer sat by Kochnanski's side. She was in the medi-bay. He couldn't bear to see her - dying.
'Kristine…I know you're going to pull through this. I know you will. You have to.'
It had been 2 weeks since the accident. And Rimmer had gone through hell. Kochanski was in a coma, and there had been no change in her condition. The doctors didn't know what would happen. They had tried to tell Rimmer that she had a slim chance of surviving, but Rimmer refused to accept it.
Rimmer looked around the room. Flowers were everywhere. Cards, chocolates. All the usual things you send to a sick person. But no-one realised that she wasn't sick. She was dying. Slowly, but surely she was slipping away. Rimmer noticed a 'get well soon' card by a bunch of flowers. He looked again at her lifeless body. Lying there in white sheets.
He took her hand. 'I love you Kristine, more than I have ever loved anyone, ever. I can't imagine life without you.'
He paused, as if expecting an answer. Tears trickled down his tired face. He hadn't left her bedside for more than an hour or two since the accident.
'Kristine, I know you probably can't hear me. But I want to ask you something. I love you more than anything – and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I wanted to have children with you, and I wanted us to have grandchildren together, and I wanted to grow old with you. But, we know that can't happen. But I'm always going to love you, and remember you. Whatever happens.'
Rimmer knelt down by her side and took her hand.
'Kristine – will you marry me?'
And just for a second, her eyes flickered open. And she looked at him. And he knew she meant yes. She didn't have to say anything.
Rimmer wiped a tear from his eye and kissed her
He smoothed her hair, and what happened next seemed like hours to Rimmer, but it only lasted a few minutes. She died. She stopped breathing and just slipped away. Rimmer watched her chest stop moving. Then her hand went limp. But Rimmer knew she was at peace.
Rimmer watched her for a moment; over come with sadness such as he had never felt before.
Then sorrow turned into anger. He ran from the room, all the way down to the Captain's office.
'Rimmer.'
'Kochanski has died, the only person in the world who I have ever loved, and who has ever loved me has just died.'
'Rimmer…'
'What have you done? Nothing! You've just sat on your great fat arse and let it all happen, and Lister's going to get away with it all. He pushed her. He did it. And she's dead! She's…dead.'
Rimmer collapsed into a chair, not knowing whether to be angry or upset.
'Rimmer, listen to me.'
'No! What can you do? You can't bring her back, you can't change anything.'
'Yes I can Rimmer.'
'What are you going to do? You can't bring her back as a hologram because there's already one on board.'
The captain got up and shut the office door. 'What I am about to tell you is strictly confidential. No one else on this ship apart from me knows – understand?'
Rimmer nodded. The Captain leant forward in his chair. 'There's a game. A total, total immersion A.R game. But it's not just a game Rimmer.'
'I don't get you.'
'Once you are in the game you can't return. Even if you know you are in the game and want to get out.'
Rimmer nodded again. The Captain continued. 'It's called Better Than Reality. And was developed by the same people who made Better Than Life. But there's a difference between the two. With Better Than Life your brain was connected to the game – and eventually your body withered away and died. But with Better Than Reality it's not your body – but your personality disk that is connected to the machine.'
'So if we used Kristine's personality disk, and my personality disk. Then we could be together.'
'Yes.'
'But…I'd have to die too.'
'Yes.'
Rimmer put his head in his hands.
'Think about it Rimmer.'
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1 Rimmer walked into Kochanski's room in the medi-bay – where the doctor was disconnecting the life-support machine.
'Could I…could I have just 5 minutes?' The doctor nodded and shut the door as he left. Rimmer sat down by the bed.
'We're going to be together Kristine. Forever.'
And he took a small box out of his pocket and opened it. He slipped the diamond ring onto her wedding finger.
'I love you.' He stroked her hair, and kissed her cheek. Then he left.
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The Captain walked down to the A.R suite, and unlocked the door that was marked 'private.' He walked over to the machine, and looked at the two personality disks he had held in his hand.
'Well Arnold, he said as he turned on the machine on. 'Goodbye.
And Kristine, I shouldn't be doing this, but for you…' He paused. 'Goodbye.'
And he put the two disks into the machine and walked away.
A.N – Hope you liked, I hope I explained it okay – I couldn't write it the way I wanted to…I wanted to make it better. Oh well…that is the last one. Please review, or flame! But it makes it much easier for me if you just give me an O.K review rather than an evil one. Because then I won't have to track you down and maim you!
*evil laugh* Only joking.
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Rimmer sat by Kochnanski's side. She was in the medi-bay. He couldn't bear to see her - dying.
'Kristine…I know you're going to pull through this. I know you will. You have to.'
It had been 2 weeks since the accident. And Rimmer had gone through hell. Kochanski was in a coma, and there had been no change in her condition. The doctors didn't know what would happen. They had tried to tell Rimmer that she had a slim chance of surviving, but Rimmer refused to accept it.
Rimmer looked around the room. Flowers were everywhere. Cards, chocolates. All the usual things you send to a sick person. But no-one realised that she wasn't sick. She was dying. Slowly, but surely she was slipping away. Rimmer noticed a 'get well soon' card by a bunch of flowers. He looked again at her lifeless body. Lying there in white sheets.
He took her hand. 'I love you Kristine, more than I have ever loved anyone, ever. I can't imagine life without you.'
He paused, as if expecting an answer. Tears trickled down his tired face. He hadn't left her bedside for more than an hour or two since the accident.
'Kristine, I know you probably can't hear me. But I want to ask you something. I love you more than anything – and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I wanted to have children with you, and I wanted us to have grandchildren together, and I wanted to grow old with you. But, we know that can't happen. But I'm always going to love you, and remember you. Whatever happens.'
Rimmer knelt down by her side and took her hand.
'Kristine – will you marry me?'
And just for a second, her eyes flickered open. And she looked at him. And he knew she meant yes. She didn't have to say anything.
Rimmer wiped a tear from his eye and kissed her
He smoothed her hair, and what happened next seemed like hours to Rimmer, but it only lasted a few minutes. She died. She stopped breathing and just slipped away. Rimmer watched her chest stop moving. Then her hand went limp. But Rimmer knew she was at peace.
Rimmer watched her for a moment; over come with sadness such as he had never felt before.
Then sorrow turned into anger. He ran from the room, all the way down to the Captain's office.
'Rimmer.'
'Kochanski has died, the only person in the world who I have ever loved, and who has ever loved me has just died.'
'Rimmer…'
'What have you done? Nothing! You've just sat on your great fat arse and let it all happen, and Lister's going to get away with it all. He pushed her. He did it. And she's dead! She's…dead.'
Rimmer collapsed into a chair, not knowing whether to be angry or upset.
'Rimmer, listen to me.'
'No! What can you do? You can't bring her back, you can't change anything.'
'Yes I can Rimmer.'
'What are you going to do? You can't bring her back as a hologram because there's already one on board.'
The captain got up and shut the office door. 'What I am about to tell you is strictly confidential. No one else on this ship apart from me knows – understand?'
Rimmer nodded. The Captain leant forward in his chair. 'There's a game. A total, total immersion A.R game. But it's not just a game Rimmer.'
'I don't get you.'
'Once you are in the game you can't return. Even if you know you are in the game and want to get out.'
Rimmer nodded again. The Captain continued. 'It's called Better Than Reality. And was developed by the same people who made Better Than Life. But there's a difference between the two. With Better Than Life your brain was connected to the game – and eventually your body withered away and died. But with Better Than Reality it's not your body – but your personality disk that is connected to the machine.'
'So if we used Kristine's personality disk, and my personality disk. Then we could be together.'
'Yes.'
'But…I'd have to die too.'
'Yes.'
Rimmer put his head in his hands.
'Think about it Rimmer.'
* * *
1 Rimmer walked into Kochanski's room in the medi-bay – where the doctor was disconnecting the life-support machine.
'Could I…could I have just 5 minutes?' The doctor nodded and shut the door as he left. Rimmer sat down by the bed.
'We're going to be together Kristine. Forever.'
And he took a small box out of his pocket and opened it. He slipped the diamond ring onto her wedding finger.
'I love you.' He stroked her hair, and kissed her cheek. Then he left.
* * *
The Captain walked down to the A.R suite, and unlocked the door that was marked 'private.' He walked over to the machine, and looked at the two personality disks he had held in his hand.
'Well Arnold, he said as he turned on the machine on. 'Goodbye.
And Kristine, I shouldn't be doing this, but for you…' He paused. 'Goodbye.'
And he put the two disks into the machine and walked away.
A.N – Hope you liked, I hope I explained it okay – I couldn't write it the way I wanted to…I wanted to make it better. Oh well…that is the last one. Please review, or flame! But it makes it much easier for me if you just give me an O.K review rather than an evil one. Because then I won't have to track you down and maim you!
*evil laugh* Only joking.