Raging Tree Trunk's A/N: Ok, surprisingly enough even though Sunrise was obsessing over Craig Charles well being during the writing of this chapter we managed to get it finished, phew. Man she's tryin to find any link to Craig Charles she can, who the hell is Phillip Olivier anyway?
Oh well, enjoy the chappie folks,
love and peace.
Rage.

Sunrise over the tango factory's A/N: You will never guess who is playing in a charity football game my dad has organised…Phillip Olivier...who is currently participating in the 'Games' with Craig Charles. I personally think he's (talking about Craig by the way) doing amazing! He's suffered a neck and back injury and the guy still gives it his all! Go Craig! Anyhow, here's another chapter for you lovely people! Thanks for all reviews, much appreciated! And yes Feline Ranger…Jerry is going to be in deep shit!
Rock on!
Sunrise

p.s Obsessing Rage? I wouldn't go that far…I'm merely showing my support…perhaps to the extreme!


"Please…Lister…be reasonable…I never meant…NO DON'T!" Jerry wailed as he dived out of the path of a vase that had been hurled at his head. He lay whimpering on the floor for a moment before he was grabbed by the lapels, yanked to his feet and forced against the wall.

Lister was well past the point of being 'reasonable'; he was at the stage where his anger had taken over, all that mattered now was forcing as much pain as humanly possible on the bastard Jerry.

Jerry was cowering against the wall. He wasn't a fighter, even as a young boy he preferred to pay bigger boys to do the dirty work whilst he stood and watched. He had the incredible knack to talk his way in and out of dangerous situations…but normally he wasn't being forced against a wall by an angry rock star. Jerry decided to use his last line of defence, "What would Eerin think of you now?"

Lister's face froze "Don't bring Eerin into this-" he hissed, tightening his grip on his managers jacket.

Jerry sneered, "She'd be disgusted!"

This did the trick, Lister backed away.

Jerry, the manicured pompous git man-bitch was right…. what was he doing? Violence wasn't the answer; she'd be so disappointed.

Lister ran out of the apartment slamming the door behind him before Jerry sighed, "Ashamed of those shoes any way, what a fashion victim…"

Eerin felt like her whole world had come crashing down around her. She felt like every breath had been forced out her chest, so much so, she was sure she would die.

"DAVE'S DATE WITH SOPTON SAUCEPOT!"

That was the top story plastered all over the news-stand. She grabbed a magazine and flicked through it's pages, she gave a strangled sob when she saw the pictures, Sophia was flirting with the camera, while a very bored looking Lister sat next to her.

She quickly skim read the article.

"It looks like London's two top singletons have found each other. Successful model Sophia Sopton and '3 digit number' band member Dave Lister were spotted enjoying

a romantic meal for 2 at 'Maison Brume'. We managed to grab a quick word with Sophia as she left the restaurant and when questioned about her relationship with Dave, she was only too happy to tell.
'Me and Dave have something special! We've been dating for a while now and the more we know each other, the more we love each other!"

Eerin by now had tears cascading down her cheeks…they'd been going for a while, but she and Lister had been going out, alright it wasn't technically going out but still, for five weeks…did this mean he'd been seeing her before racing off to the arms of the Sopton slapper?

"Oi, love" sniffed the newsstand attendant "are you gonna pay for that or cry over it all day?"

Eerin shook her head and placed the magazine down before scurrying off.

She went and sat in the nearby park to try and gather herself.

She should have known better...a person like Lister would never be satisfied with someone like her... she wasn't famous, she wasn't rich, she didn't socialize with the biggest names, she wasn't drop dead gorgeous...she was a nobody.

She cast her mind back over her previous 'dates' with Lister. He seemed affectionate enough, but what if it was all a game, maybe he pitied her, felt sorry for her…

Eerin took a deep breath and stood up, a newly created sense of determination flowed through her body.

She'd go round to Lister's apartment right now and tell him she loved him…and if he weren't in she'd wait for him, she had to tell him her feelings today…before it was too late.


"No! You great big twat, how could you miss a shot like that! It was handed to you on a plate, you daft French poof!" screamed Cally at the TV, sloshing her beer about, she then noticed Lister wasn't joining in with her berating of football players.

"What's the matter with you?" she asked.

Lister put his head in his hands and groaned, "You mean you've not heard…"

"Heard what?" asked Cally lighting 2 cigarettes, she took one for herself and offered the other one to Lister, who refused as he felt too stressed to even smoke. He then tossed her a copy of 'Hiya'.

"Page 5" he muttered miserably.

Cally's eyes widened "NO FUCKIN' WAY" she exclaimed, "YOU AND THE MAN EATING MODEL!"

"It's a load of bollocks!" snapped Lister, annoyed that his closest friend assumed he'd even look at Sophia Sopton twice.

"I know that" replied Cally, "please…you and her…as if! You couldn't warm up to her even if you were cremated together!"

Lister looked towards Cally, "So d'you think Eerin would believe me if I said I was forced on that date…"

She ran her fingers through her cropped blonde hair while she searched for reassuring words, "oh good lord, is that the time!" she exclaimed when she spotted her watch "I've got a gig in 20 minutes. Dave, can I get changed here?" she asked, unbuttoning her blouse,

"Yes, course" said Lister quickly, shielding his eyes from Cally's advancing bosom "just please, do it in the other room…seeing you naked would just be too weird!"

Cally smiled gratefully, grabbed her bag and raced to get dressed in Lister's bedroom.

She'd just closed the bedroom door when there was a knock at the front door.

'Probably Jerry' thought Lister bitterly, 'seeing if he can sweet talk his way out of trouble'. Lister heaved a sigh and opened the door; he jumped back slightly when he saw it was Eerin.

"Hi" she said, far too eagerly.

"Hi" replied Lister nervously: he knew what was coming. Eerin had come to tell him it was all over, because of the Sopton thing.

Eerin cleared her throat "Dave, I've come here to-"

"Please don't" begged Lister, holding up his hands for her to stop "I don't want to hear what you've got to say-"

"You don't?" repeated Eerin, as an immense wave of grief swamped her hopes and dreams she had for her future.

"No" said Lister "at least not yet, give me a chance to explain first...come in"

Eerin obediently followed Lister into his flat; she could see he was troubled by something; she stood awkwardly next to the couch and awaited Lister's 'explanation'.

"Eerin" he said suddenly "I just want to say...that I've really enjoyed...no not enjoyed...I've loved these past 5 weeks...and I'd never do anything intentionally to hurt you...because I couldn't bear the thought of ruining what we've got together!"

Eerin smiled, more out of relief then happiness,

"So go on," said Lister, taking a breath in preparation "what did you want to say to me?"

"I love you" Eerin blurted out

Lister found that words failed him; all he could manage was "eh?" and a confused look.

Eerin beamed at him "I LOVE YOU!" she cried, she then flung her arms round his neck and held him as if to never let go.

Lister was numb with shock, "you mean it?" he whispered, as Eerin laid her head on his chest.

She gave a small laugh "yes."

"Seriously?"

"Yes!"

Lister gave a whoop of delight and wrapped his arms round Eerin's waist and held her in his arms "I love you too" he said, before kissing her.

Just as they were succumbing to each other's passion, there was a loud scream.

"What was that?" asked Eerin breaking away from Lister's embrace.

At first he couldn't actually give an answer, his senses were clouded with happiness, but then a thought stuck him...Cally.

Before he could explain to Eerin, she'd ran up the stairs and pushed open his bedroom door to reveal Cally, leaping about on Lister's bed, dressed only in her bra, knickers and socks, screaming her celebrations for the goal that had just been scored.

"Err, hi…" she said, when she finally spotted a distraught Eerin stood at the door on the verge of tears. Cally let out a nervous laugh "This isn't what it looks like!"