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[Nov 6] [Wormhole] It ain't love unless someone gets hurt
Title: It ain't love unless someone gets hurt.
Day/Theme: November 6// let someone ask my heart about your half-drawn arrow
Series: Wormhole (original)
Character/Pairing: Alex/Raskin
Rating:PG
Raskin swore as he ducked under another jab. Every day, first thing in the morning, for no particular reason whatsoever, Alex dragged him to the holochamber and proceeded to beat him black and blue.
She said it was training. No, the shapeshifter amended to himself. Armor said it was training. Alex used less choice words, and let it be known that their morning bouts were more to punish him for being a fool during the upcoming day than to actually teach him anything.
Maybe once he’d become a full member of the crew, she’d cut him some slack. Admittedly, it was a bit of a stretch of the imagination. His opponent had grown quite a bit in the five years since he’d seen her last, but somethings had stayed the same. The tough little girl he had picked on had changed into a tough young woman, whose only difference was that she could now back up her threats, and avoid his fists as easily as he had once avoided hers.
---
“Concentrate, Shifter-boy.” The mercenary had barely broken a sweat when she dumped him on the floor, sweeping his feet from beneath him with practiced ease. But this time Alex was too irritated to stop and allow her partner free. Three months she had been drilling him, systematically crushing all of his ‘normal’ fighting skills, never letting him get a hit in. All for one purpose.
To make him shapeshift. He was a shifter, heart and soul. Yet he wasn’t using those powers as he should. Hell, he hadn’t even sized up his muscle mass or made his own breathing easier. What kind of shapeshifter couldn’t even do that?
But enough was enough. Alex let her fist drop and, with practiced ease, blackened his eye.
“You know what? You haven’t seen anything yet, Raskin. You’ve been slacking off on me, going out with all those ‘girls’ in your spare time…maybe had you been training instead, you wouldn’t get the wailing I’m gonna give you. And – “ Here she hauled him from the mat. “you can’t do anything about it. Can you?”
The grin was interrupted when his fist met her face. The human had ducked a moment too late, and was hurled halfway across the room as a result. But instead of coming up infuriated as he thought she would be, Alex stood –slightly wobbly- with a genuine smile and a fire burning in her eyes.
“FINALY.” She cracked her knuckles, and nodded approvingly of Raskins monstrous form. “I’ve been looking forward to a fair fight.”
---
She still beat him, of course. Simple size was hardly enough to win against a skilled fighter well versed in elementary anatomy. Plus he was terribly out of practice and unused to the quick changes in mass and density that a shifter battle depended upon. So the match left him more winded than any of their previous fights, with more pain and even less gain. Though seeing Alex break a sweat as well was almost worth it.
For most, to be bested by a girl half a size smaller and two years a junior would have been a horrible insult. But this time, instead of a stream of insults, she ruffled his hair and complemented his style. And that alone was worth the bruises.
Day/Theme: November 6// let someone ask my heart about your half-drawn arrow
Series: Wormhole (original)
Character/Pairing: Alex/Raskin
Rating:PG
Raskin swore as he ducked under another jab. Every day, first thing in the morning, for no particular reason whatsoever, Alex dragged him to the holochamber and proceeded to beat him black and blue.
She said it was training. No, the shapeshifter amended to himself. Armor said it was training. Alex used less choice words, and let it be known that their morning bouts were more to punish him for being a fool during the upcoming day than to actually teach him anything.
Maybe once he’d become a full member of the crew, she’d cut him some slack. Admittedly, it was a bit of a stretch of the imagination. His opponent had grown quite a bit in the five years since he’d seen her last, but somethings had stayed the same. The tough little girl he had picked on had changed into a tough young woman, whose only difference was that she could now back up her threats, and avoid his fists as easily as he had once avoided hers.
---
“Concentrate, Shifter-boy.” The mercenary had barely broken a sweat when she dumped him on the floor, sweeping his feet from beneath him with practiced ease. But this time Alex was too irritated to stop and allow her partner free. Three months she had been drilling him, systematically crushing all of his ‘normal’ fighting skills, never letting him get a hit in. All for one purpose.
To make him shapeshift. He was a shifter, heart and soul. Yet he wasn’t using those powers as he should. Hell, he hadn’t even sized up his muscle mass or made his own breathing easier. What kind of shapeshifter couldn’t even do that?
But enough was enough. Alex let her fist drop and, with practiced ease, blackened his eye.
“You know what? You haven’t seen anything yet, Raskin. You’ve been slacking off on me, going out with all those ‘girls’ in your spare time…maybe had you been training instead, you wouldn’t get the wailing I’m gonna give you. And – “ Here she hauled him from the mat. “you can’t do anything about it. Can you?”
The grin was interrupted when his fist met her face. The human had ducked a moment too late, and was hurled halfway across the room as a result. But instead of coming up infuriated as he thought she would be, Alex stood –slightly wobbly- with a genuine smile and a fire burning in her eyes.
“FINALY.” She cracked her knuckles, and nodded approvingly of Raskins monstrous form. “I’ve been looking forward to a fair fight.”
---
She still beat him, of course. Simple size was hardly enough to win against a skilled fighter well versed in elementary anatomy. Plus he was terribly out of practice and unused to the quick changes in mass and density that a shifter battle depended upon. So the match left him more winded than any of their previous fights, with more pain and even less gain. Though seeing Alex break a sweat as well was almost worth it.
For most, to be bested by a girl half a size smaller and two years a junior would have been a horrible insult. But this time, instead of a stream of insults, she ruffled his hair and complemented his style. And that alone was worth the bruises.