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The Gym, Sunday Afternoon

Cally has wandered her way down to the gym. She's done enough fiddling with her new tools, reading, etcetera. The kickball game had sadly proven her athletic inadequacies. She was going to fix that.

She starts with running laps around the gym. After that, she would go to the weight room, and after that, she's grabbed one of Anders' Pyramid balls and plans to mess about on the court a bit.

No way the best Pyramid player on campus was gonna have a pipsqueak weakling for a girlfriend.

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Restless and bored, even though his head is still a little bit sore from when John knocked him down the other night, Anders wanders down to the gym and is surprised to see Cally there, working out.

"Hey, coach. Whatcha doin'? That my Pyramid ball?"

"What's it look like?" Cally stops jogging and begins running in place next to Anders. "You think you're the only one who gets to exercise?"

Anders rubs a hand across the back of his neck. "Course not, I've just never seen you, y'know, working out before. At least not since we've been goin' out. Definitely not complaining, though."

He just stands there and shoves his hands in his pockets for a minute or two, watching her and grinning.

Cally stops running in place and smirks. "So, what're you doing, champ?"

"Nothin' really." Anders shrugs. "Got kinda restless and thought I'd come down and burn off some energy. How come you decided to start working out all of a sudden, anyway?"

Cally shrugs. "Nothin' in particular. Just figured I could do with a bit more excercise, that's all."

"Aw, but I like you just fine." Anders looks at her oddly. "Honest, Cally, this doesn't have anything to do with the kickball thing, does it?"

Cally bites her lip and does her best to look like that has nothing to do with it. Which, of course, makes her look exactly like she's trying to hide something.

"Nope. Not at all. Why? You didn't, you know... think I sucked too, did you?"

Anders laughs and ducks his head, reaching over to grab Cally's hand. "Coach. That's totally not it. Well . . . okay, so you didn't do so great, but that doesn't mean you sucked, you know? Doesn't mean you gotta go out of your way to get better."

He leans over and kisses the top of her head. "Silly Shortstop. Any time you wanted to come down and play with me, you coulda asked, y'know."

"I coulda..." Cally pokes Anders in the stomach. "But I didn't want you to feel all bad when I kicked your ass."

"Say what?" Anders stares openmouthed at Cally and pokes her in the stomach right back. "Kicked my ass? Excuse me?"

Blushing furiously, he whispers in her ear, "What makes you think I'd feel bad about it?"

"Oh, it's so on, then." Cally winks and slaps Anders on the shoulder. "I'm gonna wipe the court with..." she turns and stops mid-sentence.

"Erm, why is there a Christmas tree where one of the goals should be?"

"What? What? Christmas tree what?"

Anders follows Cally's gaze and goes completely, totally bug-eyed. Then the hyperventilating starts.

"That? Is not part of my Pyramid court. That? Is a tree. Trees do not belong on a Pyramid court." He runs up toward it and starts poking at it, yelping as he gets stabbed by the needles -- yep, definitely a tree.

He turns around to look at Cally, panicky and maybe more than a little bit ready to cry. "What happened to my Pyramid court?!?"

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Anders leads the way into the weight room, suddenly a lot more nervous about being in here than he's ever been before, but then that's because this is Cally he's working with, and he's extra paranoid about doing a proper job of spotting her and showing her the correct techniques.

"Okay. Um. How about we start with some really simple arm curl stuff with the free weights?" he asks, gesturing toward the rack. "Don't start with anything too heavy. You want the reps, and if your weights are too heavy you'll tire out before you get enough reps in."

"Right," Cally says, grabbing a suitably light weight off the rack. "Just the one? Or should I take two?"

Anders sits down on one of the spare weight benches and thinks about this. "Let's start you off with just the one for now, and you can switch it between hands, 'kay?"

He shows her a few basic exercises and explains what muscles they work, then sits back on his bench and takes a dumbbell for himself. "Okay. Let's do ten reps of each and then switch hands. Sound good?"

"Sounds fine to me." Cally nods, and then proceeds to do just that.

"That's my coach," grins Anders, going through the exercises with her. "You doing okay there? 'cause I gotta say, you look really damn good."

"Thanks." Cally wipes the small amount of sweat off her brow and shrugs. "I guess I'm doing fine. Dunno how much energy I'm gonna have left after all this, though."

Anders laughs and switches the dumbbell to his other hand. "You'll get used to it, if we keep this up regularly. Gotta warn you though, you're gonna be sore in the morning. But you could probably convince me to give you a massage." He leans forward and winks, adding, "I mean, as it is, you've got pretty good stamina, coach."

Cally sticks out her tongue a little and then shoves Anders playfully. "Dork."

Anders sticks his tongue out back and drops his head, looking up at Cally in his trademark puppydog-faced way. "Yeah. But I'm your dork."

Cally sets down her free weight and leans in to give Anders a quick kiss. "Wouldn't have you any other way."

"Good to know," he replies, grinning and patting Cally's knee with his free hand. "Don't think I could change that, anyway. You ready to go another rep cycle here?"