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The gym, Tuesday morning

The first thing Nadia did when she got down to the gym was head straight for the punching bag.

She probably should have warmed up or stretched or something before she started beating on the bag, but you seldom got a chance to warm up or stretch when you were fighting for your life, and that was pretty much where all her training and experience came from, so she honestly hadn't thought of it.

As she dances around the bag, punching and kicking with very little form but a whole lot of ferocity, she may or may not be imaginging it to be a certain man she had met that weekend.

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Parker stopped in after ACJ, and did some stretches in front of the mirror before going into a series of Aikido stances. "Hey, Nadia."

Nadia grunted softly as she kept pummeling the bag, then offered Parker a half-smile. "Hi, Parker,"

"How's it going? I don't think I've seen you since the damn play. I heard you had a tea party last week, though." Parker looked amused, doing a series of blocks, then punches. "I hope photos of your Big Brother in a hat are available."

Nadia was startled enough by the cheerful topic of conversation that she missed her next kick and ended up kneeling down on the floor.

"Yeah, I got some pictures." Her voice is a little harsh as she tries to catch her breath. "I'd almost forgotten about that."

Watching her in concern, Parker moved over to the bag. "Are you okay? Do you want me to hold the bag for you?"

'Okay' was a bit optimistic, but Nadia was physically uninjured. "Yeah. Thanks." She got to her feet a little bit stiffly.

There was something she felt like she had to tell Parker, but she couldn't figure out what it was. "How was your weekend?"

"Okay, I guess. I went home to visit with my dad, since he'll be gone for the next month or so." Parker watched Nadia to make sure she wasn't hurt, and then braced herself against the bag. "Got to see a few friends while I was there, too. How was yours?"

"Not so good." Nadia muttered, and resumed attacking the bag. Her knuckles were already getting raw, but she kept punching and kicking.

What was it she was supposed to tell Parker? And if it was so important, why couldn't she remember?

"Catherine," she mumbled. That had something to do with it.

"Sorry to hear it." Parker nearly let the bag slip in surprise. "What did you just say?"

Nadia stepped back a moment to catch her breath before attacking again, and paused, giving Parker a shrug. "Catherine. Does that mean anything to you?"

Parker nodded, a little subdued. "It's my mother's name. Sorry. I've just been thinking about her a lot this week."

"Oh." Nadia frowned. How had she come up with that? "What's she like? Your mother?"

"She's, um... She died, seven years ago. The anniversary's next week." Parker swallowed, and re-braced herself on the bag. "She was really cool, actually. People say I look just like her."

Nadia's eyes widened, and she felt the skin on her knuckles split slightly as she slammed both fists into the bag.

The older Parker in her dream. That's where Catherine came from. But that was impossible.

"I'm sorry," she said, a little distractedly while she tried to remember more of the dream. Then: "did she have, um, a music box?"

Parker's eyes narrowed as she tried to remember, then widened in shock. "How-- Nadia, what's going on? How do you know about that?"

Nadia swallowed and shook her head slowly, stepping back from the bag again, this time with no intention of continuing to attack. "I'm . . . I'm not sure."

This was going to sound weird, even by Fandom standards. "I think I dreamed about her."

Parker didn't immediately dismiss the possibility; being around Isabel and Anakin had made her more aware of some things. "Okaaay... but why would you dream about her? I've never told you about her. Or that music box? I'd completely forgotten about it until now."

Nadia stared at her knuckles and wondered what to tell Parker.

She'd dreamed about Sloane, and he'd come true. She'd dreamed about, apparently, Parker's mother, and it was looking like that was true, too.

So what else from her dreams was true?

"I was . . . drugged. This weekend." Her voice was very soft as she continued to study her hands. "Maybe this is a side-effect."

"Drugged? Have you seen a doctor?" Parker frowned, examining Nadia's face, then checking her over quickly. "Who the hell would do that? Did you report it?"

Nadia flinched and stepped back. "No. No doctors." Doctors would want blood samples and use needles and-- She wrapped her arms around herself, shaking her head. "And he thought he was doing the right thing."

"Who did, Nadia?" Parker lowered her voice, forced calm into it. "Are you sure you're going to be okay? Maybe you don't want a doctor, but someone ought to check you out. If this happened this weekend, you should be better already."

Nadia turned away from Parker, looking at her knuckles. "I am okay. I'm just having dreams. That's all."

Yeah, she was still deftly avoiding answering Parker's other question. She wasn't quite ready to have to talk about that to anyone but Walter, just yet.

Parker glanced at her hands, and shook her head. "Did you hurt yourself? You should quit now if you did."

She can't help asking about the dream again. "Was there anything else, in the dream? About my mom?" The wistfulness in her voice is fairly blatant. "It's okay if there's not, I just have to wonder."

Nadia nodded. She didn't feel as much like hitting things any more, anyway. "There was just a room. One that someone must have really loved, but couldn't go back to, or something, and the music box. But one of the dancers was missing, and you--or, your mother, I guess, said the other one was . . . at a lake?" Nadia shrugged. "It didn't make a lot of sense, but I guess it seemed important, so I remembered it."

"Hunh." Parker frowned. "I don't know anything about a lake, but... right, I remember now. There's two little dancers in that box, a mom and a little girl." Her voice softened. "I used to love it. If you turned the key, they twirled on their little tracks in front of the mirror." She shook her head. "How random. I'm going to our old house this weekend, maybe I'll look for it." She studied Nadia again. "Is there anything I can do for you? Seriously. If you need anything--" She swallowed. "For anything to do with my mom, I owe you."

Nadia shook her head, a small smile crossing her face. "No. Don't worry about it. I hope you find it."

"Me too. And thanks again." Parker checked her watch, and grimaced. "I should go. I have errands to run before Campaigning. Let me know if you need anything, though. Anything at all."

Nadia smiled. "Okay," she said, though she doubted she would. She watched Parker go, then looked down at her knuckles again and grimaced.

And wandered off to go find some bandaids.

And then maybe some food. . . .

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