Disclaimer: Don't own Red Dwarf - and if I did, do you really think I'd be able to get away with writing this rubbish?

Well here's the next chapter, sorry for it's rubbishness and I think everyones out of character, but never mind...

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Cat sighed as he looked at his reflection in the mirror. It had taken him hours but here he was, feeling as though one of his most favourite past times was now an act of torture.

He picked up his brush and ran it through his hair until it was untangled and soft, the slightly curled black locks hanging down around his shoulders. Cat sighed and pushed the hair away from his scar.

"Are you feeling alright?" Brina said from the doorway, causing Cat to jump slightly and turn away from the mirror.

"Yeah, fine babe." He said airily with a glint of teeth.

"You seem… Unnerved?" She half stated, half asked as she cocked her head on one side and tried to make eye contact.

"Me? Never, it takes more than deaths of acquaintances, bodily disfigurement and tortured imprisonment to unnerve me!" Cat told her as he groaned inwardly and hoped his weak smile and photographic memory from Lister's "Big Book Of Big Words" would get him through the conversation with her.

"Uh hu." She said in a noncommittal tone as she folded her arms and watched him.

Cat reached over to get his hair gel to style it but decided he couldn't be bothered and just scraped his locks back into a ponytail.

"What about you?" He asked, turning away from the mirror and walking towards the door. "About Yuka I mean?"

"He died, I lived." She replied matter of factly.

"Yeah, well same about meccano kit head and the curry kid, they died, and I lived – Fine by you Blondie?" Cat asked as he chucked his hair brush onto his bunk and stalked out of the room.

"Fine, just call me Blondie again and you won't be living much longer!" She said with a soft, pitying smile as she watched him grab Lister's guitar as an after thought as he left.

"Need any help?" Cat asked wearily as he stood behind Rimmer in the doorway, pausing for a second before he sat down in his chair and placed the guitar on Lister's.

"No, I… What the smeg are you doing with that?" Rimmer asked as he pointed at the guitar.

"Nothing bud, nothing."

"Uh hu, well as long as you don't start playing it – Not that you could be any worse than him." Rimmer replied quietly before biting his lip.

"…Is it our fault?" Cat asked with a sigh as he scraped his finger nail against his scar.

"Oh course it isn't you gimboid! It's… It's…. It probably is…" Rimmer trailed off and banged his head on the console.

"So what do we do?"

"How the hell should I know? Land on a moon, fix this piece of smeg, bury the ancient ape over there? You decide – Or better yet – Let's put it all in the hands of fate, he's been pretty good up to now!" Rimmer took a deep breath and bashed his head back down onto his console.
"I meant… I don't know what I meant." Cat ran a hand through his hair and looked at Rimmer who snorted

"Do you ever?"

"Sometimes… Isn't there some way we could… I dunno – Change this?"

"We've messed with time and stuff like this before – and things never go right for us? Never has and never will." Rimmer bit his tongue and thought for a moment.

"Then again, you may finally get that date with a female your always after – I think for some inexplicable reason – Brina likes you."

"What? Don't take the smeg, I'm damaged perfection!" Cat moaned as he pointed to his scar.

"Some girls like that rugged look and she isn't exactly little miss stay at home Barbie you know!" Rimmer replied as he rubbed his forehead.

"True, damnit – I hate these moral decisions – change history or get dinner and a date!" Cat said in a confused manner

"What if we talk about these changing history plans during dinner?" Cat and Rimmer turned as Brina stood in the doorway, her head cocked on one side and looking questioningly at Cat.

"…It's a date babe."