2nd Floor Common Room

Kara is bored. So very, very bored. She doesn't think she's ever been more bored in her life.

Can't go to the gym. Bad knee.

Can't bother Lee. He's not here.

Can't draw. Ran out of paper.

Bored, bored, bored.

Kara sighs and flips through the inane Saturday afternoon tv shows.

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2005-12-31 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Over, what?" Anders stares at her. "No way. Hell, you're already walking, you'll be running circles around me in no time. You're too frakking good for it to be over."

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2005-12-31 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, that's a load of crap," snaps Anders, so annoyed that he completely misses the catch. "They told me they still want you, and they're willing to send another scout out when you're healthy again. 'sides, busting your knee at seventeen is nowhere near as bad as busting it at thirty. You got a much better chance of recovering at this age."

He strides across to her and stands there a foot away, hands shoved in his pockets, glaring at her. "You. Are. Too. Frakking. Good. To. Quit. Do you understand me, Thrace? You think I would've passed that tryout if it hadn't been for all the stuff I picked up from you?"

It may not have been the best idea to mention the tryout, but Anders being Anders, this doesn't occur to him.

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2005-12-31 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
As Kara gets up in his face, Anders immediately flinches back, flings his arms up into the air, and turns around. "Fine," he says, his voice heavy with irritation and disappointment. "Fine. Shoulda known better than to try and tell you to do anything. You wanna kill your chance before its time, you go ahead and do that. It's not my frakkin' call."

Angrily, he turns and heads for the door. Just before he leaves, he pauses and turns to look at her. "But I think you should know -- you were the best damn training partner I coulda ever had."