http://carter-i-am.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-11-09 07:36 pm
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Gym, Evening

After a long run, Sam went to work on the bag, punching and kicking with a little less than her usual technique. Almost as if she was trying to block out Ethics class or something.


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[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
By this point, Jack had no idea how to feel about anything, so he decided to compromise by feeling nothing.

It was in just such a mood that he walked into the gym and stopped dead when he caught sight of Sam. "Did the bag insult your mother?"

[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Left. Right. Jab. Duck. Spin. Kick. She barely glanced at Jack. "Cute."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh huh. I know." He moved closer, circling around her until he was standing on the other side of the bag - far enough away that it wouldn't hit him. "What's up?"

[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
She punched hard with her right hand and raised her left arm automatically for the block. "Nothing."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
He watched for a bit before replying. "Did I insult your mother?"

[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know," she took two short punches, "did you?"

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Jack's eyes narrowed, but he kept his voice calm. "No. But obviously I'm the last person you want to have around." He gave one sharp shake of his head and started walking towards the door. "I'll see you later, Sam."

[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Damn it. Sam stilled the bag. "Jack. Wait. It's not you, I'm just in a filthy mood after Ethics."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
He stopped and turned back. "You too, huh?" he asked, managing a half smile.

[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, yeah. What would I do? What haven't I done?" She leaned her forehead against the bag.

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
No matter how off-balance he felt, Jack couldn't not walk over and rest his hand on Sam's back. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I got off easy. As soon as I mentioned wanting to run naked through the school, he left me alone."

[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
Sam relaxed marginally. "Let me know before that happens? I want to get a good seat."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll give you a sneak preview sometime," he promised, sliding his hand up to rub her neck, feeling some of the tension leave him. This was simple, this was something he could do.

[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"That will definitely be something to see," Sam said.

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, it will." He let his hand fall and rested his shoulder against the bag. "Maybe we could sell tickets?"

[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Sam turned to face him. "You're not a tourist attraction, Jack."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
Jack looked down at himself, then glanced up at Sam, a smile lurking around the corners of his mouth. "What, you don't think people would buy them?"

[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"I didn't say that," she shook her head. "I think you'd be a hit. But you don't...nevermind."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
"What?" he asked, straightening off the bag. "Sam? Don't what?"

[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
"You don't have to put yourself on display," Sam said bluntly. "Not for me, not for anybody."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Have to," Jack repeated flatly, folding his arms. "You say it like it's some great tragedy. I happen to like putting myself on display." Ignoring the impulse telling him to shut up, right now, he asked, "Do you have a problem with that?"

[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
Jaw tight, Sam replied, "Not if you don't."

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't." Jack studied Sam carefully, then sighed. "I'm gonna go," he finally said. "Enjoy kicking the crap out of the bag."

[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
"I will," she jabbed, then kicked with her left leg with more force than she had previously, keeping her weight on her right leg balanced over her knee.

[identity profile] anextimeagent.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Halfway to the door, Jack hesitated and almost went back, but the force with which Sam was pounding the bag convinced him it would be a waste of time. He did very quietly say, "Bye, Sam," before he went out the door, but he had no idea if she'd heard.



[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-11-10 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
Back to taking her frustrations out on the bag, Sam hadn't heard him leave. It was probably just as well, with the mood she was in.
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