Gym, early morning

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"And Mitchell picks up the ball, he dodges, moves forward and shoots... the crowd holds in their breath and he SCORES! Mitchell wins!" Cameron caught the ball back and started shooting hoops on his own as he tried to figure out what Lee and him had to do with Hercules and a centaur.

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[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Frell," Beka swore softly when she exited the locker room and saw Cam. Maybe I should just go.

No. She'd come to work off her tension. And this was the main source of it.

She edged her way over to the mats, and settled in to stretch. If he caught her eye, she'd say something. If not, she'd pretend he wasn't there.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Cameron ran up to the goal post, jumping at the last moment and slamming the ball into the net. He grinned and turned to catch the ball again when he realised he wasn't alone in the gym anymore.

He caught the ball up again and bounced it on the ground once. He could pretend he hadn't seen her, but she probably knew he was there and if she hadn't left by now, then maybe she did want to talk. Straightening up his back, he turned and carefully approached her, the ball tucked in under one of his arms. "Hey."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka's chest tightened when she heard his voice. But if he was talking, maybe he'd stopped hating. She pulled her knees up to her chest, to protect against the pain. Then looked up. "Hey."

[janet_fraiser]

OOC: The mythology geek in me is loving this whole thing with the Hercules myth. :)

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

((Explain it to Cam! *coughs*))

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"It's er..." he swallowed and looked down at his trainers, not sure what the hell he was supposed to say. "It's good that you're back."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

((*smooches* Love the myth-geek in you.))

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Beka laughed, brittle. "You really are that nice. Aren't you?" Because he sure as hell couldn't mean it.

Nice, Valentine. That's a hell of a way to make peace. Try again.

"We should talk." She ran a hand through her hair. "I don't know where to start."

[janet_fraiser]

OOC: Ask me about it IC! I'm the girlfriend of the mythology/anthro geek prof. Because so far it's mostly come up on the "locked" threads and not in words, so Janet doesn't know about it.

Damn that strict IC/OOC divide! Wanna chat in study hall today and I can explain it then?

[janet_fraiser]

OOC: *smooches* OMG, I have so much crap to catch up on. Tonight, though? Beka's messages are at the top of my list. Today if I don't have too much to do at work.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Probably," Cameron shrugged and bounced the ball at her. "Play with me?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

That could work. And I know, but he's been angsting about it quietly and it's not a manly thing to bring up... or something like that.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

((Cam says that if anyone's half an ass, it's Lee.))

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"I don't really know how. Playing. Not so much a thing we have time for in my world." But, it's an opening. "The object is to get the ball through the hoop?"

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Yes, but you can't run with the ball. You have to dribble it. It's a bit more complicated, but that should do for a one on one."

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

Standing, she bounces the ball at her feet a couple of times. "This is dribbling, yes?" Tentatively she walks a few steps, still bouncing the ball. Then tries running a bit. "OK. I won't be much of an opponent. But, let's go."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"You'll get the hang of it soon enough," Cam said as he took up position. His back was to one of the goals and his eyes were on Beka and the ball.

((Didn't think she was. Heh, this is Cam's screwed up way at showing Beka that he's not angry anymore.))

[janet_fraiser]

OOC: Well, Lee's obviously the girl, right? ;)

[janet_fraiser]

Cool. And the quiet angst thing is good. I like what you've been doing.

[janet_fraiser]

OOC: I have a Sam/Janet/Jack piece that's been thisclose to done for four months now. I've decided that it MUST be worked on today. Oy.

[valentine-tart.livejournal.com]

"Probably." Her eyes dart up to the basket, calculating. Then down to Cam, but she doesn't let her gaze linger, even though he doesn't seem angry.

She trots several steps to her weaker left side, remembering to "dribble", then ducks off to her right, trying to dodge Cam.



((She gets that much. But she's really unsure of how things stand. Do you want me to have her open the conversation with an apology? Or should she wait for him to say something?))

[janet_fraiser]

((*dies*))