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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.

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Anders wanders into the common room with the original intention of checking out the kitchen to see if it's safe for him to try and make pancakes. Not so much, as Kara's there, and really, it would be hazardous for him to try and cook with another person within about a hundred feet. So he goes back to his room for a second and comes back with a couple of croissants, tossing one into Kara's lap.

"Hey, Thrace," he says, flopping down onto a couch across the room.

Kara's head lolls to the side as a croissant appears in her lap. "Hey, Samuel," she sighs, picking up the croissant and taking a bite.

Anders sighs, completely resigned by now to Kara calling him by his first name. "Haven't seen you out and about in days. Where you been? And what's with the droopiness?"

He gestures at the TV with the croissant. "Anything good on?"

"Nowhere, bored and no." Kara sighs in frustration and takes another bite, chewing slowly.

"Well, that kinda sucks." Anders frowns. "I'd go get my DVD player and bring it out here, but it's not like I got a clue how to hook the damn thing up anyway. Cally had to do it for me, and I really don't want to have to do it again."

He eyes Kara cautiously. "Could go and set up that basketball goal thing in here, maybe?"

Kara gives him a small smirk and says, "Gonna be the ball boy after all?"

He shrugs. "Sure, why not? My head still hurts from last night, so I can't be all active or Cally will kick my ass. Gimme your key and I'll go get it."

Kara grabs the key out of her pocket and tosses it to him. "Thanks."

Anders snags the key out of midair. "No prob. Be right back."

He jogs off down the hall and returns a couple of minutes later with the mini basketball hoop and the soft foam ball that came with it, as well as two extra Pyramid balls he snagged from his room on the way back. Tossing Kara's key back to her, he sets up the hoop in the middle of the floor and angles it toward her.

"Oh yeah, and you'll need these," he adds, tossing the balls at her.

The balls come flying at Kara in quick succession and she manages to catch to, but the other bounces off her shoulder. She gives Anders a mock glare before picking it up tossing it over towards the hoop.

Anders smirks and goes to retrieve the ball after it goes through the hoop. "Sorry about that," he says, coming over to drop it in her lap. "Nice shot, though."

"I'll forgive you this time," Kara says, grinning. She shoots a couple of more, and Anders brings them back to her. "Gods, Samuel, this is pathetic. I feel so useless."

She tosses the balls back to him and stands up, walking around a bit to work out her knee.

Anders catches the balls and sets them down on the floor. "Useless? What? Hey, c'mon, Thrace, you're not useless. Little bit sidelined right now, yeah, but not useless. And you're doin' way better than some people have with that kind of injury."

He leans back against the arm of the couch, watching her walk around. "Couple of pro players I knew of would've been lucky to even be out of wheelchairs already. You're doing really damn well, actually."

"Yeah," Kara mutters as she picks up a pyramid ball and tosses it around in her hands before quickly flipping it to Anders.

Anders raises an eyebrow as he fields the ball cleanly and flips it right back. "I'm serious, you know."

"Yeah, well, it doesn't really matter," Kara replies, catching the ball. "It's over for me."

"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."

"The CPL doesn't want someone who busted their knee at 17," Kara says, tossing him the ball back.

"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.

Kara goes cold and still, glaring at Anders. Moving the short distance between them, she gets up in his face and spits out, "I don't need a frakkin pep talk. I can take care of myself."

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."

Kara growls and throws the foam ball against the wall, watching as it bounces and falls to the floor at her feet.

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