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This chapter's one that I dreamt up in my head whilst trying to get to sleep at about 3 am. It was good then, (at least I think it was, I was really sleepy at the time,) but I kinda forgot about it then tried to remember it then got all muddled. So now it's just plain weird. Ah well, read it anyway and review:

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Lister was sat on the medibay bed. He had never been so scared in all his life. His hands, were grasping the edge of the bed, reassuring himself that it was there.

All he could see was an impenetrable darkness all around him. An empty abyss. Where he was alone. Alone.

Trembling with fear, and the cold that was seeping into his skin, Lister shuddered. He could see nothing but the black. He had no idea where he was, or what to do. His heart was beating so fast against his ribs that it hurt; the blood pumping in his ears.

He felt sick.

His voice sounded strangely quiet when he spoke, fearful, unwell. "Where am I?"

"In the medibay," Rimmer replied softly,

Lister nodded slowly, a tear creeping out of the corner of his deep brown eyes.

He didn't know how to put what he needed to say.

So he said nothing.

The next time he heard Rimmer's voice it was closer, near where he was sitting.

"Lister, are you okay?"

Lister shook his head, closing his eyes as the tears threatened to fall.

"I… I can't see you man." The panic clenched his words,

Rimmer's heart nearly stopped. That's why he'd been acting so strangely. Lister couldn't see.

"Rimmer?" Lister's voice broke through. He was scared. "Where are you?"

"I'm right here."

Lister reached out his fingers,

"Don't leave me." Lister said, his voice cracking.

Rimmer leaned forward, so that Lister's fingers rested on his light bee, "I won't. I promise."

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Meanwhile, back in vent with the ugly, mutated, killer, Ungotrillian Flopfish, Kryten was having some trouble. As mentioned before, Ungotrillian Flopfish are extremely hard to get rid of. Kryten's method of whacking it over the head with one of his arms wasn't exactly working. Fortunately, he wasn't really expecting it too. He was just the diversion.

"Ha!" sucked the fish, "You can never defeat me! I'm undefeatable!"

It did a little forward flip, landing squelchily on its fins. Then it laughed. "MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Kryten looked at it with a little distaste.

It continued, louder this time. Kryten could see its green tongue and sharp pointed teeth. They loved to laugh these foreign species of fish.

"MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA - "

It stopped, halfway through its manic burst of laughter.

The reason it did this was because it was dead.

It had just been squished by the heavy end of a bazookoid, wielded by a certain hungry feline. Cat grinned. Kryten looked up at him and smiled.

"Thank you sir!"

Cat shrugged, gathering the fish up into his arms,

"I'm gonna eat you little fishy!"

And he did.

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By the time Kryten got there Lister had long since fallen asleep. Rimmer hadn't left his side. He didn't look up when Kryten entered. He was looking at Lister's still pale face with concern etched into his features. He'd lost count of the times he had sat here. It was always Lister who got hurt. Most of the time it was Rimmer's fault. He tried hold Lister's hand, but ended up resting his light one on top of it. He'd get through this. He would.

"Mr Rimmer?"

He still didn't look around, he just nodded.

Kryten hesitated for a moment, and then asked "How is he sir?"

Rimmer turned to face the mechanoid, "He…" Rimmer took a breath, "He's not well Kryten."

"What do you mean sir?"

"We took him here. He – he couldn't see me." Rimmer's eyes welled with tears that couldn't fall. "He's blind."

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Somewhere in the ship, I haven't a clue where, the secret army of Ungotrillian Flopfish were having a little meeting.

"They killed the secret assassin!"

"Oh well..." The Chief Ungotrillian Flopfish stroked its chin with a floppy fin, "We have another plan!"

The room was filled with expectant fishy eyes.

It cleared its throat, "We'll kill them!"

It threw its head back, laughing hysterically.

The other fish looked at each other, and then started cackling evilly aswell.

It's strange, hearing a fish laugh. It's stranger still, hearing millions of fish laugh. But the strangest thing of all, was that Holly, the ship's computer, didn't hear them laughing. She was too busy playing noughts and crosses with herself.

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Awww. 'fraid it's not all sunshine and lollypops - I love being cruel. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA! And I love manic laughter as well!