Disclaimer: I don't own Red Dwarf... this is seriously getting annoying! right anyway I wasn't gonna post this up for a few days to punish Alex but I decided to be nice to Sian and post it afterall... I hate this chapter a bit too... I guess I don't feel totally at home unless I'm causing pain and explosions... Zombies are good too, I must get round to my story with zombies sooner or later...

Gone

Rosemary blinked as she opened her eyes to the harsh light that was streaking through the curtain of water. She yawned and looked around, a look of panic filling her face as she remembered the events of the night before. That look of panic turned… More panicky as she realised that though the lamp was still there, Chris and the weird componanty things he'd been messing with were gone.

"Bastard!" She said as she stood up and walked towards the lamp. She frowned as she noticed a piece of paper beneath it. Rosemary picked it up and unfolded to find one word scrawled on the creased item. – "Sorry."

"Bastard!" She said again, wondering if she would start bawling like an idiot that he left her… But she didn't.

"I guess I'll just have to stay here until the creators people come… If they come… DAMNIT! I really need a table in here to hide under!" She whined to herself before cautiously approaching the waterfall.

Where could she go? What could she do? What would she live on? All these questions flew annoyingly round her mind. I have water obviously she muttered, thinking about the waterfall roaring just outside.

Rosemary sighed resignedly, like the real Rimmer she was now stuck for a very long time, with permanent solitude… and a lot of water.

Over the coming weeks and months Rosemary stayed in the cave, watching, waiting, longing for inaccessible foods and feeling incredibly tired. She also was getting worried about something – Chris may have disappeared but he'd left a little present and it wasn't the light.

Which brought Rosemary back to the present, watching the raids begin, her tiny and weak little baby of 2 weeks cradled in her arms. It was amazing either of them had survived the birth, yet here they were.

Rosemary looked down at her child, she was so different to every other baby that had been born on Rimmerworld. Her skin had the same olive complexion as Chris and her hair was a collection of soft, chestnut coloured wisps that felt to Rosemary like silk. Even her nose was small and petit, lacking the usual 'Rimmer' flaring ability. The most compelling thing about her though had to be her eyes, they had been a muddy colour when she was born, almost grey, but now they were changing into what appeared to be a dark shade of green.

Rosemary had lost count of how many hours she had sat looking into her daughter's mysterious eyes that in Rosemary's eyes looked like mesmerising swirls of cloud and mist.

She knew she should be disgusted like everyone else on the planet would be, but she couldn't, she liked the way her child looked, it made her… special.

It had been especially hard to stay hidden these last 2 weeks, rosemary was sure she would be discovered every time her child cried, bit so far lick and bad weather was on her side.

She softly soothed Nirvana, who she had named after the woman the creator had mentioned, despite the slight vulgarity in which she was referred to.

Rosemary looked up at the wavering skyline and gave a gasp of shock, all reminiscing thoughts forgotten immediately as Rosemary witnessed the descent of a second craft in as many months.

She continued to stare in shook as it flew down into the atmosphere and disappeared into the fog a couple of miles down the hill at the North West side.

Rosemary blinked then gasped again as a fleet of soldiers carrying torches made from wood, moved like fireflies from the village and also disappeared into the fog, obviously seeking out the green bug like craft…