Disclaimer: I do not own Red Dwarf, but I do own Danny and Bobby's autograph - So YAY!
Right well, I've not updated in a while (Booooooo - Bad me!) but here's chapter 2 and anyone who remembers me telling them about the original plot - forget it because I have changed a lot of ideas since I posted the first chapter. Chapter 3 is already ready and uploaded, so will be posted soon, and I'm now gonna coninue ignoring my huge mass of homework and start chapter 4 instead!
Darkness
Rimmer opened his eyes, trying to become accustomed to the dark that surrounded him. The last thing he remembered was ducking as the explosion hit Starbug. His lightbee systems must have got knocked out, off lining on impact or something. He turned over trying to work out where he was – he wasn't on Starbug any longer he was sure of that. The floor was cold like stone and had a musty smell – Like dead herbs you find in your grandmother's drawers.
He rolled over trying to make sense of where he was but found he was bound up, the rope digging tightly in to his holographic skin as he squirmed to sit up.
"Anyone here?" He asked the darkness, though got no reply. He kicked about in the dark for a bit till he was on his feet, and then stumbled towards the thin slit of light coming a gap in the solid door.
But something blocked his path, causing Rimmer to fall over in a crumpled heap groaning in sync with the thing on the floor.
"Who's there? I'll have you know I'm heavily trained in all forms of combat and could break your neck with a single blow!" Rimmer quivered, hoping he sounded remotely braver than he felt.
"Ha! Bud you couldn't break a paper cup!" Came a weak but taunting voice through the darkness.
"Cat." Rimmer sighed half with relief but partly with annoyance. "Where are we?" He asked as he rolled onto his back and stared up at the blackness above him.
"How the hell should I know, all I remember is been hit in the face with that bright fiery explosion… Oh My GAWD!" Cat screeched in terror, causing Rimmer to freeze in fear.
"What?"
"I might have FACIAL SCARS!" Cat moaned desperately, gaining only a sigh from Rimmer in response.
"We've got to find the others. Can you smell them?"
"No… I can't smell anything, Oh gawd I'm damaged!"
"You only just noticed?" Rimmer quipped, choosing insults over been caring – Not that he had much practice at being caring.
"Think we got captured?" Cat asked as he struggled to sit up and failed, finding he couldn't move his right arm at all – Restrained or not.
"No! We just tied ourselves up and locked ourselves in a cold, dark room for the sheer fun of it!" Rimmer snapped – Trust him to get stuck with Cat.
"Alright, Alright, Keep your 'H' on. I've almost shook these ropes off." Cat groaned as he wiggled free of the bounds round his wrists and again tried to sit up, but only causing a large amount of pain in doing so.
Rimmer winced at the scream and shuddered. "You ok?"
"Of course I'm not ok! I have a jagged bone somewhere and that means blood, and red is so not cool right now!" Cat replied as he settled his head back down on the cold hard floor and closed his eyes.
Trust Cat to be critically injured and more bothered about what colours are in and out 3 million years away from the nearest clothes shop!
The pair descended into silence for what seemed like an eternity until Rimmer cleared his throat and spoke up. "Think they died?" He asked the darkened room, though gained now response.
"Cat?" Rimmer crawled over to him and touched his shoulder - asleep! How he could sleep naturally at a time like this was unbelievable – but obviously possible. "Trust you to go to sleep when we're in mortal danger!" Rimmer said with scorn as he shuffled back towards the wall.
"I'm not asleep… I was just thinking about what you said." Cat replied presently.
This piece of information surprised Rimmer, but he'd rather have a morbid conversation than an uncomfortable silence.
"So you care what happens to them?"
"Of course I don't care!" Cat replied a little too quickly. "I just wondered who was going to do my laundry if the badly deformed maths model drone was dead."
"That's all you care about isn't it? You and your fashion! Your just shallow!" Rimmer accused grumpily.
"Well if I'm shallow, what are you? You probably care about them even less then I do!"
"What do you mean? I always make an effort!" Rimmer shot back, his nostrils flaring in the dark.
"Please! Risk stories, telephone pole pictures and James Last? That's not making an effort, that's genocide!" Cat moaned, wincing as he tried to shift his weight.
"It's telegraph not telephone!" Rimmer corrected quietly.
"Oh who cares?" Cat hissed, wishing he had a comfy pillow to put over his head that would block out the drone of Rimmer's boring voice.
"I care!" Rimmer persisted, though his retort was cut off as they heard movement behind the bolted door…