Title: Failure - Chapter 4

Author: StarQuality (No lame jokes this time)

Disclaimer: I have no money, I just had to buy a rabbit run. Or contribute to it's purchase.

Summary: Breaking his promise, Rimsy's back to his own ways.

A/N: The fourth, and perhaps most depressing. Poor Rimmer. I love Rimmer. He's a dude. And also hot. Oh lord. I love Chris Barrie. I wanted to write this, and John pushed me into it... Actually, he just said it sounded like a good idea, but, I blame him. So you can too. But he's my hunny-pie. Thanks for the reviews, even if you were laughing at 'Hunny-pie'! Italics are still flashback-y things. Oooh, one last point, a 'mimsy', in case you don't know, is like a wimp, or a bit of a mummy's boy (Not in Rimmer's case). I don't know if it's an ACTUAL word, but it's what we call our male cat. Mimsy Boy.

They had just had their biggest argument. Rimmer hadn't liked the way Lister handled them being teased. Lister didn't like the way Rimmer handled it. It started out as a stupid, petty disagreement, but escalated into a full blown feud. Lister had started it, really, but Rimmer had carried it on.

"Smeg, Rimmer, you didn't have to tell him to smeg off, he was only 'avin a laugh."

"He said we were queer!"

"We are!"

"Why do you have to be such a wet blanket?!"

"ME!? You're the one... No, in fact, let's not fight, eh?"

"... I'm the one who, what, Lister?!"

"Well, you DO have a tendency to be..."

"Be WHAT?!"

"... Be a bit of a... Well, a bit of a mimsy..."

"OH! I SEE! THIS, from the man who thinks that he's God's gift to vindaloo!"

"What the smeg's that supposed to mean?"

And then they broke up.

Rimmer was alone. Not that that was any different to any other time. But it was.

He wasn't just alone in the room, after Lister had stormed out, but he felt that he now had no-one.

He noticed the razorblades again.

With a small smile, Arnold Judas Rimmer picked them up.

Again.

Cautiously, Rimmer removed the bandages that were covering up the wounds from his previous suicide attempt. The scars were still tender, and Rimmer looked over them for the first time. The painful memories of it all, flooded back, reminding him of the failure that he had decided he was. The failure that he had thought he was, until Lister and him had finally succumbed to their feelings.

"I'm still a failure." he said, to no-one in particular, "Can't even keep a boyfriend." Rimmer laughed at himself, a shrill, cutting laugh, "Lister won't save me this time. He doesn't care. He only wants to get his leg over. Goit."

Rimmer didn't have to talk himself into it.

He slashed his wrist with one quick movement.

The blade cut through the skin easily.

The blood poured once again.

'Suicide. The self-inflicted ruin of one's own prospects or interests. Reckless; extremely dangerous. The act or an instance of killing oneself intentionally. A person who kills himself intentionally.

TBC...?

Cough Not sure if that worked or not. But anyway, I quite liked it. Inspired MOSTLY by John, but I had 'Keane - Bedshaped' playing, and that, to me, is a hideously depressing song. But much loved by young Mrs Barrie... Me. (Oh lord, don't I wish.)

Anyway, it's a short one. I probably will go on. In fact, I'll write the next, and if ya'll like it, I'll post it.