No more disclaimers in this fic! Mostly because I can't be bothered! (I don't own RD!)
Well this 1st person set up wasn't originally going to be here but I decided it would be good angstyness, obviously I'm now going to do one for Cat and Lister, then I'll get onto the plot. Watching QI now so i'll write the next chapter in a bit. (Aren't I nice posting them now so you can all read more when you wake up tomorrow? So lucky I am undead and don't understand the meaning of sleep!)
Lister
Lister stormed down the corridor, he could hear the footsteps of Cat and Rimmer, as he himself stepped noiselessly along the metal floor. He wanted his body back and he wanted it back NOW! He hated the way he couldn't touch or hold objects while he could still stand on the floor and lay on a bed, he still couldn't feel anything and he hated the simulation even more because of that.
Worse still he was in Rimmer's body, well if it could be called a body, an existence made of light. Lister almost felt sorry for his "superior"...almost.
Well...that was a lie, of course he felt sorry for him - He was dead… It had happened to a deserving guy but still, it wasn't nice.
On the other hand he wasn't DEAD, dead, because he was still here, though he couldn't rest in peace as it were – And neither could they what with his smegging organ music.
Lister rubbed the "H" on his forehead and grimaced, he better get his body back soon.
"Oh smeg." He muttered under his breath as the realisation came to him that he couldn't eat or drink anymore! He had to get his body back, a life time without curries? No smegging way!
He looked back at his own body, that was been occupied by Cat's mind, it was weird, he couldn't explain the feeling, it was like looking in a mirror only you weren't responsible for what your reflection did… And there was the fact that Lister looked like a reject from a Gerry Anderson puppet show.
He looked round in shock to see a solid wall and closed his eyes, of course impact never came as he fell straight through into a storage cupboard. He felt sick, which was ironic in itself.
"Nice one Lister, do remember to notice walls when we reach corners it helps prevent been sucked into space." Came Rimmer's sarcastic voice.
Lister growled, sympathy forgotten as he stepped back through into the corridor. He blinked at the light and looked round, Cat was busy trying to clean the dirt from his fingernails with a nail file he had got from Rimmer's/his pocket. Rimmer meanwhile was busy looking at him in contempt, which kind of made Lister smile. Rimmer and The Cat would never realise how similar they were, though normally Cat's face only held that expression at Rimmer. Again ironic that Rimmer was using Cat's facial muscles.
Lister looked at his bunkmate in his friend's body and noticed a look of… worry? In his eyes. Lister shook his head at the absurdity of the notion and decided to stop thinking as it did his head in.
"Come on." He muttered as he once again led the way to the Drive Room to find out what the hell was going on.