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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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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?!?"

Cally hops over and takes hold of Anders' hand. "Whoa, whoa. Champ, settle down. It's just missing a piece, and there's a tree here instead. Now, I'm sure we'll just find the other goal somewhere. Just... calm, okay?"

If ever Anders did jazz hands properly in his life, it would be now. Because he's flailing.

"But but but but --" He stops and blinks at Cally. "The goal's there. Otherwise I'd be freaking out more. But one of the rebounding panels is gone."

Anders whimpers a little bit. "I can't play Pyramid with a goal and only four panels!"

Cally looks Anders in the eyes. "Hey, hey. We'll go and find it, okay? It was probably, like, gremlins or something. It's gotta still be around here somewhere, right?"

"You think so?" Anders's voice has a definite note of hysteria in it now. "It didn't, like, disappear somewhere and get replaced by a Christmas tree, like what happened to Angela? Or get shoved through locker 327? Or stolen by gremlins?"

Cally tugs on Anders' sleeve. "Calm. Down."

"But!" Anders flails and points back at the court. "That's a tree!"

Cally's head slumps forward for a second, and she lifts it back up and looks at Anders again. "Yes it is. So why are you standing here stammering when we could be out looking for it?"

Anders blinks. "Um. Because I don't know where it is?"

"That's why we'd be looking for it, champ. It's like one of those mystery kids books I read... erm... Dictionary Tan, I think. We can totally go search for clues and stuff." Cally smiles tentatively. "Okay?"

"Oh. Um. I never read those," says Anders, which is kind of stating the obvious. "How do we do that? Oh!"

He hops over to the tree and leans over, his face all scrunched up in concentration as he appears to be . . . listening to it?

After a moment, he frowns. "It's not tellin' me anything." So he turns around and slaps the tree's branches a few times. "Talk, damn you! Frakkin' talk!"

Cally raises both eyebrows.

"Um, champ? Not that I will be surprised if the answer is yes, but... have you ever had a tree actually talk to you?"

Anders blinks. "First time for everything, right? But I don't think it knows anything. Think it'll talk if we threaten it with fire?"

He slumps and walks back over to Cally, leaning his forehead against her shoulder. "I got no clue, coach."

"Nope. Fire bad. Tree.... nevermind." Cally reaches up and runs her fingers through Anders' hair, right behind his ear. "We'll... we'll get a hold of Bridge. He, like, did training stuff right? He should know what to do."

"Police stuff. Right," Anders mumbles, not raising his head from Cally's shoulder. "Yeah, he'd know what to do, I guess."

He sniffles. Just a little bit. "Sorry 'bout that, coach. D'you still wanna work out a little bit since we're here?"

"Race ya to the other side of the gym." She winks, and then shoves Anders back a little before taking off running.

The Gym, Sunday Afternoon

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