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Gym, Tuesday evening

After her illuminating conversation with Veronica, Nadia felt the need to work off a bit of tension.

Later, she would also be feeling the need to buy a new phone, most likely, since hers didn't much like making the acquaintance of the wall that much.

For now, she was introducing a bow staff to a practice dummy with equal fervor. It was just as important to know how to fight one handed as two handed, after all.

There might have been a fair amount of yelling in a variety of languages involved, as well.

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Walter peered in through the gym door attracted by the multilingual shouting in a familiar voice.

Then he came the rest of the way in and leaned against the wall to watch Nadia for a few minutes.

She wasn't quite up to her usual form, but she might have been a bit impressive, spinning the staff as she was with one hand, not slowing down even as she managed to nearly knock the head off the practice dummy.

The next phrase she yelled, in German, was rather crude and descriptive towards a female person's parentage and sexual habits. Not to mention, physically impossible.

Walter raised an eyebrow and wondered who had pissed her off to such an extreme. He also stayed right where he was because he didn't know if sparring with his girlfriend who was still on the disabled list was a good idea.

Nadia didn't stop until she managed to snap the staff in two.

At which point, she planted the broken end of the piece she was still holding and leaned against it, gasping for breath.

And then noticed Walter.

"Errrrrr."

"It's alright. You should see what I did to the junkyard after the Doctor left."

"The Doctor left? When?! Dammit, why doesn't anyone ever tell me anything?!"

And that would be the half a staff breaking into a quarter of a staff.

A quarter of a quarter-staff, a 1/16th staff?

"Left the junk yard," Walter clarified. "He came by, pissed me off, and left. Then I made a mess."

He wondered if this was one of those times when that biofeedback thing Nadia had talked about would help.

". . . Oh." Nadia let go of the 1/16th staff and let it clatter onto the floor.

No wonder Veronica didn't trust her.

"What'd he do to piss you off?"

"Compared Hellsing to the Nazis," Walter said grimly.

Nadia blinked. "What, seriously?"

"Yes. Because Arthur chooses my classes. Then he mentioned that the Germans probably killed my parents and generally was a bit of an ass."

"Dios. I probably would have hit him."

"He speaks well of you," Walter said instead of mentioning that he'd really wanted to hit the Doctor.

"Oh, he mentioned me in the midst of insulting everything you stand for? How sweet."

"No, this was after he tried to divert the conversation away to a discussion of coffee and tea drinking."

"No wonder you tore up the junkyard." Nadia kicked at the bits of staff on the ground. "As soon as I get this brace off, we're going to spar."

"I'm looking forward to it." He nodded down at the bits on the ground. "Who pissed you off?"

Nadia looked down at the bits again. "Veronica. Turns out? Having a big sister? Totally overrated."

Walter frowned at that. "What did she do that was that dreadful?"

Nadia was silent for a moment.

". . . she doesn't trust me."

Well, okay, it didn't sound as worthy of property damage when she said it outloud.

"And she probably thinks I'm stupid or something."

Given his behavior earlier in the day, he was in no position to be throwing stones about property damage. He'd just kept it in a proper venue. "Why doesn't she trust you and why do you think she thinks you're stupid?"

"I don't know why she doesn't trust me. Probably because she thinks I'm stupid. But she said it herself, Marty was the only one she could trust."

"What sort of trust? Because there are all kinds. I l- -ike you a lot, but I don't know if I trust you not to get in trouble on band trips. Is it that sort of trust or 'I don't trust you with important things like not telling my secrets'? Which by the way, I do trust you with."

"She didn't tell me. Anything. She'd been planning and having that potion ready for months, and I didn't hear a single thing about it. I'm supposed to be like her little sister, right? Like family?" There was a lot of emphasis on that last word.

". . . I'm not sure family is all it's cracked up to be. At all."

Walter sighed and pushed off the wall to cross to Nadia. Looking down at her, he really just wanted to tell her everything would be alright, but she wouldn't believe him if he did.

"I don't know much about family, but I know Veronica wants to protect you and involving her 'little sister' in any sort of plot against Bel doesn't sound like protecting you."

"Right, and not telling me that he might be more dangerous than I originally thought is the best way to 'protect' me that anyone ever came up with." The sarcasm in her voice practically created a puddle. "Never mind the fact that she's tried that before and I ended up siccing Moral on him. Or that I might want to know when my--when people I--when someone I care about might be getting himself into trouble. I've told her before, more than once, she doesn't need to protect me! She doesn't trust me to understand, or take care of myself, or handle things. . . ."

Walter gave up on trying to defend Veronica to Nadia. He'd be pissed off in her shoes, too.

"Right. Then Veronica isn't as smart as she thinks she is. But you understand that even though I know you can take care of yourself," he pushed a piece of broken stick with his toe, "I still want to protect you, too."

Nadia shook her head. "That's different. You know what I can do, and you let me do it."

"Well, yes, it's part of your appeal," Walter said honestly. "Veronica was wrong."

Nadia relaxed visibly. "I'm not just going nuts on that, right? She should have trusted me."

Walter bent down to start picking up pieces of staff. "She should have trusted you. At the very least she should have warned you about something potentially dangerous."

Well, she wasn't about to let him do that by himself. "That's what I thought. But Veronica . . . she just makes me feel so useless."

"Then to Hell with her," Walter finally said fiercely, done defending someone who had hurt Nadia for no - as far as he could tell - good reason. "You don't need people who make you feel that way. Ever."

Nadia had a feeling that it wouldn't be that easy, but decided she didn't want to deal with it all right now.

Dr. Pevensie might get an earful, though.

"You're right. We should find something better to talk about."

Walter scanned her face for some clue to what she was thinking, then smiled for her. "Pippi and I played in the junkyard today. I learned new utterly useless but kind of interesting wire tricks."

Nadia raised her eyebrows. "Oh? Like what?"

"Just that it's possible to cut metal chunks into different shapes while juggling others. Not something I'm likely to use in combat, but it's good for practice in keeping my attention on multiple details."

"I think you might have to show me that trick sometime." Nadia grinned. "I haven't gotten to see much of your wire tricks, lately. We should get . . . creative."

"I like the sound of that." Walter stood up and held out a hand for Nadia. "I'm quite curious about your creative ideas."

"They're very creative. And would require a lot of precision and . . . attention to detail." She took his hand and grinned. "And Jamie seems to be out of town, again."

"That may well be the best thing I have heard all day." Walter leaned down to kiss her cheek before taking a step toward the door. "And I think I can give quite a lot of attention to detail tonight."

"Well then. Let's go."

Joxer had been intending to work out, as he entered the gym

However seeing Nadia being all angry made him turn around and run for his life.

Alas, Nadia didn't notice. That sight might have done her a world of good.

Or a world of guilt. . . . same thing, really.

Walter saw. And snickered quietly.

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