The gym, midday Tuesday

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After Criminal Justice, Aeryn checks the gym to see if anyone else is there. It's empty for once, so she goes to get her gloves, straps them on, and starts pounding away at the punching bag.

It isn't that things are bad. In fact, everything right now is going surprisingly well. Chicago even took care of that twitchy feeling she'd been getting from being grounded too long. And yet there's that one problem. The same one that can't go away, that's going to hang over her head and John's as long as she's here. The same one that she forgets about sometimes, or at least doesn't think about. That's the problem that needs to be beaten out when she does think about it.

It's a short-term solution for a long-term problem, but she'll take what she can get.


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[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

After getting dragged into art class to be kissed, Cameron heads down to the gym to shoot some hoops. "Yo, Aeryn."

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"Hi," Aeryn greets him, smacking the bag with a fist, followed closely by the other.

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"So who are you hitting?" Cameron asks as he watches her for a moment. Somehow she makes it look a whole lot easier than it is.

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She pauses just long enough to shrug. "No one in particular," she says, hitting it again.

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"Too bad," he wouldn't mind her hitting Jack Harkness right about now. Cameron moves off to get one of the basketballs.

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She almost laughs a little when she looks back at him. "Too bad?" she repeats.

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Cameron waves a hand at her. "Don't mind me, I'm being petty." He picks out a ball, dribbles it for a moment to check if it isn't flat and moves to the goal. "How are you?"

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Another shrug, and she kicks the back a little half-heartedly. "Same as usual."

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"Is that 'same as usual this entire school is crazy', 'same as usual my boyfriend is a twit' or 'same as usual one of my friends turned into a koala and is now trying to eat my verns as he thinks it's eucaliptus, but other than that I'm actually fine'?" Cameron asks as he throws the ball. "Or there's always option d; 'I don't want to talk about it."

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Aeryn doesn't understand a single thing about the third option. She's not even sure all the words translated correctly. "Same as usual there are things I can't fix," she clarifies. And punches the bag for emphasis.

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"Ah, famous option e." Cameron nods. "I'd offer to spar, but you'd kick my ass."

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"Probably," she grins. "What about you? Why are you petty?"

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He doesn't reply at first, runs a pretend game with himself and ends up dunking the basketball.

"Because I feel like hitting someone who needs help."

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Aeryn watches him for a moment, then takes off her gloves and offers them to him.

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He chuckles and tilts his head as he considers the offer and moves up to Aeryn and the punching bag. "I thought you were working out..."

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"Sometimes you just need to hit something," she explains.

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"Not something," Cameron accepts the gloves and puts them on. "Harkness," he specifies and doesn't waste any time to hit the bag.

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"Ah." She steps behind the bag to hold it in place. "What did he do?"

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His punches falter. "It might not be his fault that he's lost his memory, but he's still an ass."

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All Aeryn knows of that is what she heard on the radio, and really, memory loss around here wouldn't even raise an eyebrow. "If memory loss made people nicer, I'd force people into line," she says. "Unfortunately..."

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"True," Cameron agrees and starts punching again. "Doesn't mean he's got to grope my girl again."

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"Wait, he what?"

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"It's not like that..." He scowls and definitely might be seeing someone in the bag. "He needed somewhere to stay, but with the christmas tree there's not much room left and the two beds are pushed together and first he was getting cuddly against my back so we swapped sides and then..."

The punching bag gets a particular nasty hit and comes right back at Cameron who only just manages to dodge it, but he takes the hint and stops. "This isn't helping."

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Aeryn's brain is currently fracturing over the mental image of Jack Harkness in bed with Cam and Vala, and she really wishes it would stop.

"If it something he can't help, then you can't blame him. If it's something he can help, then hit him. Or at least make him sleep on the floor," she says. And dammit, there's the mental image again.

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"He's sleeping in the hall way for all I care," Cameron snaps and sighs. "Okay no, that'd be mean. But that's the last time I listen to Vala."

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"Speaking as someone who was in a situation a little like this not too long ago? I would've made him sleep in the hallway," Aeryn says. If she'd thought of it when Angel first showed up at John's door, she would have pushed for it, actually. "This isn't a permanent arrangement, is it?"

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"Hell no," Cameron grumbles. "He can borrow my tent if he has to." Only he didn't because Vala asked and he's still worried they'll go after her next. So maybe he should go check up on her instead of sticking around her.

He strips off the gloves and hands them back to Aeryn. "Thank you. I just remembered that I've got to be somewhere."

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She takes them back. "Anytime."

[leeadama.livejournal.com]

Lee comes in to lift weights. Before he starts his warm-up stretch routine, he waves at Aeryn.

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Putting her gloves back on, Aeryn nods back. "Hi, Lee."