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Atlas Gym, Tuesday morning-ish, September 30

Murdock was a little late arriving to the gym, having another small errand to take care of. Of course, the limp didn't help him move any faster either.

And he really didn't have much of an idea of how to work around it for Amber's usual session either.

He'll probably think of something, however.

(the usual meetup, but totally open if anyone else wants to join in :)

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Amber, surprisingly, arrived before Murdock for once and she'd already warmed up by doing a few laps around the gym after her stretching exercises.

Instead of 'hey' when she saw him come in, she frowned and asked, "Why are you limping?"

He rolled his eyes a bit and dumped his bag on the floor. "Long story."

"How are you?"

Let's change the subject and see how that works, yes?

Yeah, it wouldn't work too well with Amber. She knew him well enough by now.

She just stood there and gave him that look of hers.

Oh crap. She did know him too well.

"It's nothing?" he tried, with a bit of a smile. "Just part of a bit of work I was doin' over the weekend."

Like the unplanned part.

"What work, HM?" Yeah, she used 'HM'. Amber was serious, yo.

He knew she was. Probably not what she would like to hear, however.

"You know what I do besides teaching, right? Well, things hit a bit of a snag. Wasn't exactly planning to get rolled off a forklift."

Which was better than the alternative.

"You rolled off a forklift? How is that even possible?"

He made a slight cringing face, realizing his chances of avoiding the whole topic were narrowly getting slimmer. "I didn't exactly do it myself. I was kinda pushed off. Twisted my knee when I went down."

"It was better that way, trust me."

Amber gasped. "Who the hell pushed you off, Murdock?"

Oh my god someone was going to get hurt.

"The Colonel. Best way to get the guy with the uzi. It all worked out. Really."

"The Colonel," she repeated. "Where did you go this last weekend?"

"Yah, Hannibal. He's kinda like my boss. Went back out to LA. Had a job to do."

He looked at her. "My other 'job' ain't exactly easy work."

"Maybe you could explain that other job to me," she said with an arch of her brow.

He made another face. "I thought you already knew." Or at least, he assumed she'd have it figured by now.

"We help people out when they got nobody else to turn to. Don't get me wrong, I like what I do, but sometimes, it can get a little rough." And that was about as close as he was going to say 'mercenary' outright. He wasn't sure how she'd react to that.

"There's a reason I know how to fight, Amber."

She shrugged. "Basically, but I'd like the detailed explanation."

And what he gave her was good enough. She nodded, but didn't seem to much like it.

"I know that, but I don't like you getting hurt, even if you are helping people. Call me selfish."

He had to smile a bit at that. "Thanks, Amber. I appreciate the sentiment. I ain't a particular fan of getting knocked around either, but sometimes it's not avoidable. And taking a punch is better than taking some lead, you know what I mean?"

No, he didn't realize how that quite sounded. Although it was true.

"Maybe you should come up with something else to do," she replied. "Getting shot isn't worth it. You could work at one of those soup houses or something; feed the poor if you want to help people. Save your life, you know?"

"And gettin' shot, nearly dyin' in some stupid war that don't make no sense is supposed to be worth it?" he retorted, a little harshly.

Damn. He sucked in a large breath.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to take that out on you. It's just kinda frustrating sometimes. People don't mind if you sacrifice yourself fighting pointless battles, but tryin' to do something that might do actual good, and they get all pissy 'bout it."

"Never made much sense to me."

"I'm not wanting to get into any debate over war with you, Murdock, and I'm not getting pissy. Thing is, you're here now and excuse me for thinking you might want to keep yourself in one piece."

She paused, stared hard at him. "Now you know what I think about it so I don't have to say it again."

He made another cringing face. "I didn't mean you. I meant..." and he stuffed his hands in his pockets and glanced at the floor, "other people. I'm sorry. I didn't mean that on you."

"I understand," he nodded. "And I can understand the rest of it too. But," he looked back up at her, "the guys I work with are more than just teammates. They're my family. The only one I got. I have to stick with 'em. 'Cause they'd do the same for me."

Edited 2008-09-30 21:39 (UTC)

Okay, now Amber felt like crap.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything other than, you know," she shrugged a shoulder, "I just care about you. I get the family thing. I do."

Ugh, these sessions were turning into more than just physical training. He wasn't feeling too great himself either.

"I know." He stepped over to her and moved to pull her into a hug. "I can't for the life of me understand why, but I certainly don't mind. I care 'bout you too."

Amber hugged him back, tight. "You don't need to understand why and you big goof," she chuckled a little to lighten the mood, "now we can't practice."

"Yaah," he chuckled back. "If it helps, I wasn't planning on gettin' myself a messed up kneecap?" he grins a bit.

He squeezed her tight too. "It ain't always like that either. Usually things go down real smooth and nobody gets hurt."

Aside from the usual few punches, that is.

"This really isn't the norm," he said, in an attempt to ease her worry somewhat.

If only he knew what was coming.

"Well I guess that's kind of a consolation," she said and pulled back, grinning up at him a bit. "Did you get it checked out?"

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