Authors Notes: For some reason it always looks better written down instead of typed up. This Fic is vague in places but I try. I bow down to any writer that takes the time write things in great detail... I have always found that hard, I would always get told off when I was at school for doing it. It's irritating during exams when you write two pages and someone else has filled all the pages and is asking for more I just sit there wanting to throw my pens at them.
Hope you enjoy... I'm enjoying writing it!
One In Particular
Hello there again, Dave is off doing something very Manley - He's sewing. Actually it's quite nice of him really, I ripped a hole in my trousers the other day and he is 'attempting' to repair them for me, Really he is surprisingly good at it, I wouldn't be shocked if he's already finished and now off doing something else.
I didn't clarify earlier did I? We are still stuck aboard Starbug. Kochanski eventually returned back to her own reality after a few years of being stuck with us. Kryten is still a jumped up mechaniod git and the Cat has found a mate - however shocking and vomit inducing it may be. He also has quite a cute little seven-year-old daughter named Kimi. Kimi is amazingly smart (given who her parents are). The Cat's mate is named Lanny although I like to call her Lanky, Obviously being care full not to call her it when she is in a bad mood... I have had a few large and heavy objects thrown at me over the years.
We rescued Lanky a couple of years after Kochanski had left us; Kimi had come along three years later.
Then there is Jake; He's now ten and the closet thing I have to a son. He was another version of myself son. The other Arnold had asked me to take care of him just before he died, at the time Jake was only two. He knows all about where he came from but he often jokes that I am his father and Dave' his mother - much to the annoyance of Dave.
We are Teaching Jake to fly the ship, he has 'maybe' too much interest in engines and electronics - I can't count how many times he has pulled apart the Cats hair dryer - Trust me he wasn't pleased. Kryten is particularly freighted of the boy.
I was trying to recall how Dave and me got together but as usual I'm rambling again.
Getting back to where I left off, The next day after my dream I was trying to avoid Davey-boy.
Living like we do it's difficult to avoid one and another, it makes it more difficult when he wants to see me. I had been successful most of the day until my boredom took over and I went to see what Kochanski was doing. She looked, as if she was writing something but to this day I still have know idea what. I hovered in the doorway.
"Ms Kochanski?"
"Hey Rimmer, Dave's looking for you"
"He is?"
"Yes, he just came here looking for you"
"Ah, You busy?"
"...Quite"
"Oh then I'll go"
"You can come in if you like I'm just finishing this off"
"May I ask what?"
"No, Sit down"
So I sat opposite her watching as she wrote.
"Are you avoiding Dave?"
"No where'd you get that from?"
"I was just wondering"
"Why is he looking for me?"
"He said he wanted your handprint"
"What?!"
"He asked for mine earlier, he only needs yours now"
"There is something wrong with him"
"I suspect he's just finding something to do"
"What's he doing with them?"
"Putting them on the walls of his room"
As tempted I was to see this I couldn't face him at that point.
"Are you going to find him?"
"No"
"Why? You're obviously bored"
"I'm not that bored!"
"Come on something's up"
"Nothing's going on, what's wrong with me not wanting to see Lister; I don't even like the man"
"That's a lie"
"Shut up"
"Fine whatever Rimmer, He likes you to you know"
"Yea, sure I'm going"
So I got up and left, not before hearing a muttered "Men". I returned to my quarters, unfortunately Dave was waiting for me, my table covered with various pots of brightly coloured paint and paper.
"Hey! I was wondering where you'd got to"
"I went to see Kochanski"
"Ah must of just missed ya then"
"What do you want Lister?"
"What's up with you?"
"I'm just not in the mood so would you kindly smeg off"
"Fine, I'll go; all I want is your handprint"
"If it will get you to leave"
"It will, now give us your hand"
Staring at him for a moment I stuck out my right, I know it was my right - he's still got the bloody picture, along with everyone else's, including the newer additions to our 'Crew'.
He grabbed my hand and asked "Red, yellow, blue or orange?"
"Blue"
"Why blue?"
"Just get on with it"
"Yes Sir" giving me a mock salute.
He covered my hand in blue paint and pressed it down on the paper. I remember thinking it was strange, I could have easily done that myself but I just watched as his hand pressed mine onto the paper. It wasn't long before he took the paper away.
"Sign it...err, best wash your hand first"
I just did as he said the dream still quite fresh in my mind. My thoughts jumbled, I was basically working on autopilot. Before I had realised what had happened he was saying "bye" and leaving. I muttered a "Bye" and he left me to my thoughts. To say I was confused at my own feelings was an understatement. Asking myself the question if Dave has feelings for me was barley even a question compared to my 'Do I like him?' Question.
That night I had, had my second dream.
I will leave it there and continue tomorrow, Right now I have something I need to attend to.
Toodle Pipski.
Arnold. J. Rimmer
Hope you enjoy... I'm enjoying writing it!
One In Particular
Hello there again, Dave is off doing something very Manley - He's sewing. Actually it's quite nice of him really, I ripped a hole in my trousers the other day and he is 'attempting' to repair them for me, Really he is surprisingly good at it, I wouldn't be shocked if he's already finished and now off doing something else.
I didn't clarify earlier did I? We are still stuck aboard Starbug. Kochanski eventually returned back to her own reality after a few years of being stuck with us. Kryten is still a jumped up mechaniod git and the Cat has found a mate - however shocking and vomit inducing it may be. He also has quite a cute little seven-year-old daughter named Kimi. Kimi is amazingly smart (given who her parents are). The Cat's mate is named Lanny although I like to call her Lanky, Obviously being care full not to call her it when she is in a bad mood... I have had a few large and heavy objects thrown at me over the years.
We rescued Lanky a couple of years after Kochanski had left us; Kimi had come along three years later.
Then there is Jake; He's now ten and the closet thing I have to a son. He was another version of myself son. The other Arnold had asked me to take care of him just before he died, at the time Jake was only two. He knows all about where he came from but he often jokes that I am his father and Dave' his mother - much to the annoyance of Dave.
We are Teaching Jake to fly the ship, he has 'maybe' too much interest in engines and electronics - I can't count how many times he has pulled apart the Cats hair dryer - Trust me he wasn't pleased. Kryten is particularly freighted of the boy.
I was trying to recall how Dave and me got together but as usual I'm rambling again.
Getting back to where I left off, The next day after my dream I was trying to avoid Davey-boy.
Living like we do it's difficult to avoid one and another, it makes it more difficult when he wants to see me. I had been successful most of the day until my boredom took over and I went to see what Kochanski was doing. She looked, as if she was writing something but to this day I still have know idea what. I hovered in the doorway.
"Ms Kochanski?"
"Hey Rimmer, Dave's looking for you"
"He is?"
"Yes, he just came here looking for you"
"Ah, You busy?"
"...Quite"
"Oh then I'll go"
"You can come in if you like I'm just finishing this off"
"May I ask what?"
"No, Sit down"
So I sat opposite her watching as she wrote.
"Are you avoiding Dave?"
"No where'd you get that from?"
"I was just wondering"
"Why is he looking for me?"
"He said he wanted your handprint"
"What?!"
"He asked for mine earlier, he only needs yours now"
"There is something wrong with him"
"I suspect he's just finding something to do"
"What's he doing with them?"
"Putting them on the walls of his room"
As tempted I was to see this I couldn't face him at that point.
"Are you going to find him?"
"No"
"Why? You're obviously bored"
"I'm not that bored!"
"Come on something's up"
"Nothing's going on, what's wrong with me not wanting to see Lister; I don't even like the man"
"That's a lie"
"Shut up"
"Fine whatever Rimmer, He likes you to you know"
"Yea, sure I'm going"
So I got up and left, not before hearing a muttered "Men". I returned to my quarters, unfortunately Dave was waiting for me, my table covered with various pots of brightly coloured paint and paper.
"Hey! I was wondering where you'd got to"
"I went to see Kochanski"
"Ah must of just missed ya then"
"What do you want Lister?"
"What's up with you?"
"I'm just not in the mood so would you kindly smeg off"
"Fine, I'll go; all I want is your handprint"
"If it will get you to leave"
"It will, now give us your hand"
Staring at him for a moment I stuck out my right, I know it was my right - he's still got the bloody picture, along with everyone else's, including the newer additions to our 'Crew'.
He grabbed my hand and asked "Red, yellow, blue or orange?"
"Blue"
"Why blue?"
"Just get on with it"
"Yes Sir" giving me a mock salute.
He covered my hand in blue paint and pressed it down on the paper. I remember thinking it was strange, I could have easily done that myself but I just watched as his hand pressed mine onto the paper. It wasn't long before he took the paper away.
"Sign it...err, best wash your hand first"
I just did as he said the dream still quite fresh in my mind. My thoughts jumbled, I was basically working on autopilot. Before I had realised what had happened he was saying "bye" and leaving. I muttered a "Bye" and he left me to my thoughts. To say I was confused at my own feelings was an understatement. Asking myself the question if Dave has feelings for me was barley even a question compared to my 'Do I like him?' Question.
That night I had, had my second dream.
I will leave it there and continue tomorrow, Right now I have something I need to attend to.
Toodle Pipski.
Arnold. J. Rimmer