Oh dear me people. I've already got one evilly… evil idea in my head for my next fic. As soon as this one's done I'll get writing!

Hermione 2000 – I'm overjoyed in hearing you have ketchup with everything – me too! Ahh tomato ketchup… how I love it. Food just isn't the same without you. oh yeah, thanks for the review dear!

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Short and crap and just downright boring, here's the last chapter:

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The fish was sat in the cockpit looking extremely bored, and sucking on its fins thoughtfully, "So… can you drop me off on my home planet then? I get a little bloodthirsty when I'm away for too long."

Kryten nodded enthusiastically, "Of course sir! We'd be delighted."

"Oh good!" If truth be told, the little fish was getting a little annoyed by Kryten. A little meaning he thought he might have to shoot him before the day was out.

Which would be a relief in many ways, and a teeny shame in another. He needed the mechanoid to get home. Home first, shooting after, that's what his mum used to say. Before she got shot.

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Lister, Cat and Rimmer were taking a stroll down the corridor. Cat unwillingly letting Lister lean on him as they walked. He'd sprayed Lister with disinfectant first… for safety and dry cleaning purposes.

Rimmer was attempting to apologise to Lister, but wasn't having much luck so far. Really there was only one way to apologise, so he tried it.

"I'm sorry Lister." He managed to blurt out, half way through Cat and Lister's conversation on mayonnaise and its uses.

Lister frowned at him, "What are you sorry for?"

"Everything."

"Don't be stupid man."

"I thought you weren't going to get better Lister. I… I didn't know what to do."

"Yeah," Cat grinned, spraying Lister a little more with the pump-n-spray can of 'disinfectant-me-i'm-contagious-and-smell-like-wet-dog', "he was even more of a smarmy git than he usually is! I didn't think that was possible, but he proved me wrong!"

Lister coughed as the anti-septic mist settled into his jacket, "You were that worried about me?"

"Of course I was! It was all my fault…" Rimmer let his eyes travel to the floor, feeling uncomfortable under Lister's gaze, "It always is. I'm sorry."

"Oh god, this is getting soppy! It's a good job this suit is drip proof."

Lister elbowed Cat to shut up, "No Rimmer, I'm sorry. I don't – I don't mean to get into these things they just happen. It's like someone out there likes putting me into these situations."

Rimmer smiled a little, "yeah, like some obsessed writer enjoys hurting you and putting you into bizarre stories that don't really make any sense whatsoever because she's bored. I don't think so Lister."

"Alright man. I'm just sorry alright? Who knows, you might be the one to get in trouble next time!"

Rimmer grinned, "Now that won't happen. I'm just too cute to hurt."

"You? Cute?" Cat couldn't have looked more disgusted if you showed him what Lister had to eat last Wednesday, "If you're cute then I might as well chop my arms off, serve them with rice, and sell them as sushi surprise!"

Lister laughed. Rimmer watched him with his arms folded. It was strange… he actually missed Lister's laugh. He actually missed the way his dark brown eyes brimmed with amusement. He actually missed the way his annoying grin was plastered onto his face. He actually missed Lister.

"Oh Rimmer." Lister said, looking better than he had in days, "You've changed a bit, but you're still a smeghead."

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"Here we are sir! You're home planet of OhmygodakillerUngotrillianFlopfishIthinkit'sgoingtokillus!"

Lister opened the doors with a hiss, "Cheers for helping me and everything man. I thought you were the most disgusting thing since a pot noodle, but you're alright really."

"Thanks! You're not so bad yourself I suppose, maybe next time I won't try to kill you… just injure you adequately and render you unconscious."

"Um… thanks I think."

"You're welcome." Said the little fish, and it hopped down the ramp onto the ugly ground beneath. "Oh, I think I ought to tell you. I hid a bomb on board in the cargo deck. I thought it would be fun, but my conscious just told me it wouldn't be."

"Oh okay thanks for that."

"Well bye!"

"Bye." Kryten slammed the doors shut.

"How come we always meet nutters like that?"

"I think they're just attracted to you Rimmer."

Rimmer nodded thoughtfully, "Fair enough."

With no one to lean on, Lister was propped up against the wall. He was trying to look like he'd done it on purpose when really he'd collapsed and smacked into it. He still looked shaky but not too bad considering what he'd been through. The loveable space bum tilted his head to the side and asked: "Where's Cat gone?"

"I haven't a clue," Said Rimmer scratching his head, to be honest he didn't much care, "to be honest I don't much care. Maybe he thought it was too hard to say goodbye to his smelly fishy chum."

"Yeah. Well…" Lister rubbed his hands together, pushing himself lightly off the wall and nearly falling over again in the process, "I better go dismantle that bomb."

Rimmer snorted, his nostrils flaring, "Oh no you don't! You're going back to get some rest miladdo, you're still not fully well and you need a shower!" he added as an afterthought: "– no offence."

Lister laughed again, "Ha! Whatever mummy!"

"No, he's right for once bud… you stink!" The feline said popping his head round the corner and doing the usual moon walk into the room.

Lister raised an eyebrow, "Hey Cat – where'd you slink off to?"

Cat looked a little shifty, his fingers fiddling with the tassels on his cuffs, "Nowhere…" he looked a little shiftier, fingers fiddling so fast they were a blur, "definitely not locking up anything secret in some rooms! Coz if you're thinking that was what I was doing you're very much mistaken buds!"

5 minutes of intense searching later and…

"CAT? What the smeg are these Ungotrillian Flopfish doing locked in your room!"

Cat pouted, looking at the fish he'd oh-so-well hidden in the storage room, "Oh buddy! Can we keep them? Please?"

"NO! Get them out of here before we all die!"

"You are so unfair!"

"Wait - has anyone dismantled that bomb yet?"

"No… what bomb was that bud?"

"Oh smeg!"

BBOOOOOOOOOOMM!

THE END

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