Thankyou reviewers! x.x.

Okay… I know I said nothing ever goes right for long and all that… but I think I better end this fic now - it's getting a bit boring and repetitive dontcha think? Also... I can think of loads of ideas to do but they go on for ages! May as well just do a different fic. Here comes the last crappy chappie:

Oh, and I'm sorry it's really short… sorry sorry!

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The Cat was sat in the medibay presenting Lister with his millions of suits and designs, and hats, and pictures, and models, and a slideshow.

Lucky him.

Lister's chest was preventing him from breathing properly, his breath grated through his lungs like a busted car engine.

Of course that didn't stop Cat.

"And this one," Cat persevered, smiling widely, "is one of my personal favourites – see the gossamer stitching and sequins on the cuffs? Are they stylish or what?"

Lister wasn't actually listening at all. He just nodded, occasionally making ooh, mmm and ahh sounds. He was thinking about what Rimmer had said. After all this, were they actually friends?

"Are you even listening to me bud!"

"Ahh" Lister replied automatically

Could they possibly be friends?

"Bud?"

"Ooh"

Cat narrowed his eyes, "If you say mmm, ahh or ooh again I swear I'll scream!"

Friends? Him and Rimmer, friends?

Strange. That actually didn't sound too bad. "Mmm."

The Cat screamed.

Lister got caught by surprise and launched into another coughing fit.

Kryten was not happy.

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Rimmer had finally re-entered the medibay. He wasn't saying anything, but Lister felt it comforting to have him there. Which was a bit odd to say the least. He had never been comforted by Rimmer's presence. Repulsed - definitely. But comforted?

"Rimmer?" Lister asked, after drinking the god-awful medicine Kryten had left him, "Did you really mean…" he pulled a face at the taste, it was somewhere between pot noodle and grapefruit, "what you said?"

Rimmer pretended not to have heard what was said, "Hmm what?"

"Last night, did you really mean what you said… about worrying about me?"

Rimmer folded his arms defiantly, "nope."

"Oh come on,"

"nope."

Lister smiled sadly, "I was worried about you too man."

"You were?"

"Yeah," Lister shifted uneasily, rubbing his chest a little, "when your light bee broke I thought you were a goner… and it scared me." He felt his eyelids begin to droop. Kryten must have put some sedative in that medicine again. He leaned back against the inviting warmness of the covers. "I know it… sounds stupid but - Holly was right for once. You do keep me sane."

Rimmer was having difficulty getting his head round the conversation, "So you were concerned about me? You?"

Lister yawned, by now his eyes were fully closed, "yeah… don't get a swollen head or anything." Before he dropped off to sleep, Lister asked: "Does this… mean… we're friends?"
"Yes," Rimmer beamed, "I suppose so."

"Good…" Lister sunk back into the darkness, "it's about smegging time too…"

…THE END…

Hey hey, I've finally finished! What a crappy ending! Whoop! I'll write another fic soon, coz I get very bored! Review now hunnies!