Disclaimer: This is kind of stupid - it's pretty obvious I don't own them!

Right hmmm well it's been a while and I know I was gonna put this and my other stories except the Cat/Kira stuff on hold for a bit but I think it's about time I continued with this story... So enjoy, and feel free to kill me at the end - I wanted to by the time I finished writing this chapter.

Raw Emotions

"Smeg! Oh my GOD!... Just relax, relax, relax!" Rosemary muttered to herself as she circled the cave hysterically. She gulped and forced herself to calm down and stand still; she looked over at Chris who was watching her sceptically.

"What are you looking at?" She hissed as she began to pace round the cave again.

"A psycho by the looks of it." Chris replied as he placed the light on the floor and began to fiddle with "Betty's" controls.

Rosemary snorted then pointed accusingly at the light. "For the love of Jane put that light out!"

"Like they can do much to us here! They probably can't even see it!" Chris argued as he continued to mess with the controls.

"You won't be saying that when they come up here and spear you to death!" She spat back.

"Don't be so melodramatic!" Chris responded in an unbelieving tone.

"I'm not! If you don't turn that smegging light off they WILL find us and they WILL spear you to death!" Chris mulled this over for a second and turned the light down till it flickered like a candle..

"Better?"

"Much… If they DO find us, don't expect any help from me! I could still escape from this… I'll say you kidnapped me or something!"

"You're just full of loyalty." Chris scoffed as he rolled his eyes.

"Forgive me for not wanting to die!" Rosemary retorted sulkily.

"Whatever, I wouldn't need you help ANYWAY!"

"Fine." She scowled, stomping towards the cave opening, wondering if she could make it back before anyone noticed she was missing and realise what she'd done.

Chris grabbed her arm tightly and twisted her round to face him. Her hood fell down in the process, exposing her face to him for the first time. Chris gasped in surprise at her features, still clearly visible even in the now dim light.

"Get off me!" She cried struggling in his grip.

"What are you? Where am I?" He demanded, grabbing hold of her other arm that had been flailing uselessly.

"You're… You're – Hurting me!" She moaned ineffectively.

"Where. Am. I?"

"RIMMERWORLD!" She gasped, wincing through the pain.

"When?"

"Now."

"When in HISTORY?"

"Gah-Owww! Look I don't know!" She whined, collapsing to the ground as he let go of her.

"Tell me what you know." He ordered, but in a slightly softer voice than before.

"We were created by this guy's DNA… We're a world of clones." Rosemary sobbed as she raised her hood again.

"Who's?"

"This guy called Rimmer… He fixed some kind of machine 3 million years ago… He died but he is a hologram or something… He's been imprisoned here for centauries… These people… Difters… Dwarfers or something were supposed to rescue him but I doubt they will come for someone like him… Like me." Rosemary trailed off and looked up at Chris as she stifled another sob

Chris knelt down next to her, all the negative emotions that adorned his face a second ago had vanished. He looked at the unnecessary bruising that was forming on her wrists regretfully.

Rosemary followed his gaze down to her wrist and let out a gasp of horror. "My ID bracelet's gone!"

"What?"

"My name is on a bracelet – I've lost it! They'll find it, find me… Then kill me…" She trailed off and began to hyperventilate loudly.

"Calm down, it'll be ok." Chris tried to sooth, taking hold of Rosemary's wrists. He watched sadly as she automatically winced with pain and fear.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, letting go, his hands dropping to his side.

"It's ok…" She trailed off, still hyperventilating a little. She paused for a second then slowly entwined her fingers with his.

"How can I do this? How can I be un-Rimmer like? It breaks every rule in the book!"

"Maybe some rules are made to be broken?" He replied softly, closely pulling her to him, he flinched at the way she felt next to him – it was incredible how different she felt to how she looked.

Rosemary tentatively placed her arms round his neck and allowed his soft aroma to lull her like a sedative.

"We can't." Chris murmured, closing his eyes to block out her image.

"Please take me with you." She begged, noticing with sadness how he had closed his eyes.

"I can't." Chris murmured again, this time speaking the truth as 'Betty' was only built for one person.

"This is because of how I look." Rosemary whispered, pulling away and walking over to the corner of the cave, she sat down, almost completely hidden in the shadows.

"It's not." Chris said opening his eyes, he blinked and looked round.

"Have you left?" He asked quietly.

"No." She said softly. Chris turned at the sound of her voice, he picked up the dim light and held it towards the shadows, he saw Rosemary's image flicker for a second. Chris thought for a moment then switched the light off. Rosemary sat perfectly still, her ears on full alert.

"OW!" Chris's voice sounded from next to her.

"Are you ok?" Rosemary asked as she felt Chris's fingers brush against her clothes.

"It's nothing – I just banged my knee on the wall." Rosemary opened her mouth to reply but in surprise made a small yelp as she felt Chris's lips touch her ear.

"Sorry." He breathed as he trailed his mouth across her face and their lips met.

"What are you doing to me?" She asked as all kinds of weird emotions bubbled to the surface of Rosemary's psyche.

"I could ask you the same thing." Chris murmured back. "Whatever you look like you are not a 'Rimmer'." He added as he paused for breath.

"I'm Rosemary." She responded softly, Chris smiled silently at this and kissed her again. Her appearance soon totally forgotten as he became lost in the moment with this curious creature.

Outside the caves the hunt was still going on, fuelled with a new sense of anger as they looked for Rosemary – the traitor. However the pair were safe for now. Unbeknown to them the rain was still beating down on the landscape outside, mixed with the roaring of the waterfall, the flashing of the lightening and the crashing of thunder – All protecting the illicit lovers and their lost cause.