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Atlas Gym - Saturday Afternoon

The gym wasn't empty when Rose (still in a bad mood) showed up for her afternoon training session, but it was empty of Dimitri. She checked the clock to make sure she hadn't shown up too early or late then started to check through the gym to make sure this wasn't some sort of ambush-y training exercise.

Huh. One missing teacher. Maybe he had family show up. And if he did, Rose so wanted to meet them. She wasn't going to give up on her training though and be accused of slacking off by her mother so she started working the bag. Possibly picturing a certain redhead's face on it as she did.

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Or watch the fight that's gonna develop. *whistles*

Janine had come down to the gym to speak with Belikov, and initially followed the sound of someone working over the punching bag.

Except that the diminutive figure in the gym was her daughter, and not the other Guardian. Of course not, that would be too easy.

Still, Janine leaned against a wall, content to watch Rose for now. She could get Belikov's opinion later.

When Rose checked her voicemail later and found out that Dimitri had actually canceled her session, she was going to be pissed at herself for not checking it sooner.

As it was, she had more than enough situational awareness to note the new person in gym. She gave the bag a last hard punch before steadying it and turning towards her mother. Keeping punching would have been so much easier.

"Did you want something?" She was so gracious.

And to think, Professor Bond had said such favorable things about Rose.

"Watch your tone," she sighed. "You might behave like you have no manners, but at least try not to sound so sullen."

Professor Bond didn't have the type of history Rose and Janine did either.

"I'm not sounding sullen," Rose said. Yes, she was. "Did you come down here to tell me that?"

No. Yes. Maybe.

Instead she grabbed some of the training mitts and tossed them at Rose. "Be quiet and put those on."

The mitts were caught easily, and Rose reached up to pull her hair back in a ponytail before she put them on.

"What, are you going to run the training session today?"

Janine didn't even look at her as she strode towards the center of the gym, already pulling back her own hair.

"Yes," she replied. "If Guardian Belikov is indisposed, we'll do basic offensive and defensive parrying using the lines."

"We're working on weapons," Rose said sulkily as she followed her mother to the lines.

She couldn't help looking at the molnija marks on the back of Janine's neck. Not many living guardians had so many.

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"Well today we're doing this," she said, turning towards Rose and dropping into an attack stance.

"What, so that's it?" Rose asked, dropping into the basic stance and almost thinking she was going to get jumped right then. "You just wanna do the basic drills?"

Well, letting her find her footing would be silly. A Strigoi wasn't going to wait for a guardian to get ready before attacking.

Janine leapt at her, swinging. "As you seem so fond of telling me, I haven't seen you work, or know what you can do. So show me."

Shit. Rose stumbled trying to get out of the way and still stay in the lines.

"Hey, I'm just telling the truth," she said, scrambling back and just barely staying within the lines.

"Talk is cheap, Rosemarie," Janine fired back, pressing her advantage. "I said show me."

"Why?" she asked, managing to block her that time but not even close to throwing her own attacks. "This your way of making up for maternal negligence?"

"This is my way of making you deal with that chip on your shoulder. You've had nothing but attitude for me since I got here. You want to fight?" Her fist shot out, aiming for Rose's shoulder. "Then fight."

Ow. "Point," Rose conceded, failing so hard on that block it wasn't even funny. She tried to shuffle out of the way to get in position to attack. "Who said I wanna fight? I've been talking. I didn't even walk away."

"Mouthing off to me every time I try to speak with you isn't really what I'd call talking," she commented, throwing a double-strike at Rose's other arm. "Point and point."

Before coming here, Rose had never actually fought someone smaller than her, and she'd never fought anyone both smaller and insanely better. She tried to twist out to the way of the blows, failed, and ended up in no position to fight back.

She conceded the pointed. "I just have a unique style of communication."

"No, you're under the mistaken impression that you've been horribly wronged your entire life," she said, slamming a side-kick into Rose's hip. "Point. When in reality, you've been treated the same as every other dhampir."

"Better, actually." Another hit. "Point. I could have sent you off to live with my cousins. Is that what you wanted, to be a blood whore?"

"I don't want to be a blood whore," she snapped, managing to dodge Janine's next strike. The term was more touchy now after what happened with Lissa and Jack's reaction to it.

Rose tried to catch her breath. Her mom shouldn't be able to kick her ass this easily, and she finally tried to throw her own side kick back. "How d'you know they're all like that? Maybe it's just crap."

"Does it matter?" she asked, blocking the kick and using the opening to score another hit. "Point. They bring that reputation on themselves. They should be doing duty as guardians, not flitting about and having flings with Moroi."

"You should talk," Rose grunted. She wanted to yell but she didn't even have the breath. "They're raising their kids. But you wouldn't know anything about that, would you? So my Dad must've just been a fling for you too."

Janine's face tightened, and she whirled around, snapping a kick to the small of Rose's back.

"That," she said tightly, "is something you know absolutely nothing about. Point."

The pain from the blow was worth seeing she'd struck a nerve finally. "So how'd it happen?" she snarked. "Were you on assignment in Turkey? Met him in a local bazaar? Or, I don't know, go all Darwin and find the guy with the best genes? I know you just had me cause it was your duty, so I guess you had to give the guardians the best specimen possible."

"Rosemarie," she warned through gritted teeth, "for once in your life, shut up. Now."

"Why? Am I tarnishing your precious reputation? Like you told me, you're just like every other dhampir, you just screwed him - "

Shit, in the midst of being so cocky at cornering her mom, Rose forgot where her feet were going. She was too close to the red lines, and she wasn't giving Janine another point for going outside of them. She scrambled to keep herself within them and avoid the next strike at the same time.

Janine's fist flew straight and hard, and the next thing she knew, Rose was flying backwards, right over the lines before landing -- hard -- with a sickening crack.

Oh god. No.

"Rose?"

The punch that had come at her had been too high which was the last thing Rose noticed before it connected and sent her flying backwards.

And she was outside of the lines. Dammit.

Pain cracked through the back of her head as her vision went weirdly blurred and sparkly, and Rose couldn't quite raise a hand to rub at her eyes.

"Fuck, ow."

"Rose? Rose? Are you okay?" Janine asked, running over to kneel beside her.

She turned her head to look over her shoulder. "Someone get the first aid kit and an ice pack!" she called.

"I'm fine," she said grumpily. "You hit me. On purpose!"

Yes, that had been the point of sparring, but it wasn't what she meant.

Finally she got her hands up to rub at her face and started to try to sit up.

"Hitting people on purpose is generally the point of sparring," she pointed out distractedly. "You practically fell into that hit."

"Don't sit up, Rose! Wait for the ice!"

"You were aiming high," she argued. And it wasn't like she was going to start listening to her mom now so she finished sitting up, her head spinning like crazy.

Okay, maybe she should have listened.

"Lie down, Rose," Janine repeated, her distress leaking into her tone a bit more. Where was that damn ice? "You can stomp out dramatically in a moment, okay? Let's make sure you aren't concussed first."

"It doesn't hurt like this when it's a concussion," she told Janine, laying back down almost obediently. Someday she'd probably be weirded out that she knew that.

"And I'm not dramatic."

Because now was a good time to whine about it.

Or use the gym for your own nefarious purposes!

Well, wouldn't want to be lazy, right? Few slugs against the heavy bag would help with the migraine of just being on the same island as Mannin.

He pulled his shirt off and rolled his shoulders, trying to relax that tension there. Yeah. Definitely needed to hit things.

I don't know! OCD seemed like the thing to do.

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