UnderEvolved
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“Oh my God. Rimmer, what have you done?”
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In which Rimmer is push to his breaking point and Lister tries to pull him back from it
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“We’ve had a psy-smic wave appear on the scanners. It's unavoidable.”
Lister turned in his husband's arms to face Kryten, leaning back against Rimmer's chest.
“A what?”
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After an unexplainable psy-smic wave event, Rimmer is split from his seven year old self, who manifests physically. -
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“He wasn’t the macho type. He was someone who had needed a friendly hand to hold whenever he underwent dental surgery, a habit he hadn’t kicked until he was twenty-eight.” - Red Dwarf: The Last Human, pg 105
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“I can't do this.” Rimmer announced with a fake air of calmness in his voice as he stared down the door to the reception.
“Dont be daft, it don’t suit ya” Lister replied, giving him a friendly shove towards the door. Rimmer shook his head and stepped away from the door again, staring it down. Lister watched as his bunkmate reached for the handle, snatching his hand away as if it burnt him.
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“Whats this in aid of?” Lister questioned.
“Just a precaution.” he replied quietly, “If you hear anything during the night, no you didn't."
“Well that's ominous.”
“It’s not,” he sighed, sitting on the end of the bunk and kicking off his slippers before dropping his dressing gown over the back of the desk chair, “it's not ominous. I'm- I'm rather prone to nightmares, that's all.”
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“I didn't wrap it cus I couldn't be arsed,” Lister admitted, as if that was what was strange about the situation, “Happy early birthday. I'd have waited ‘til Thursday if I could've but I've already stubbed my toe on this bastard thing twice.”
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He swallowed around the lump in his throat and sent Lister a dejected look.
“I don't know what to do.” he admitted.
“S’alright, we’ll work it out.” LIster assures him.
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“Lister, you know surprises make me anxious.”
“Just keep the blindfold on sweetpea, we’ll be there in a tick,” Lister replied, shifting in the pilot’s seat of Blue Midget so he could reach out and place a reassuring hand on Rimmer’s thigh.
Rimmer has never gone to a beach before, so Lister takes him to one in honor of the three million and twenty two year anniversary of their first meeting.