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Atlas Gym- Tuesday afternoon

Of course. Of course she would have made arrangements to return home after this week. She had the pollen. She had a typically bad track record with it, sometimes when she wasn't even in town.

What made it worse was that she was still supposed to be taking it kind of easy. She'd gone for a run yesterday and it had helped a little, and the really important part was that she didn't fall down and die. This meant that today she was at the gym, still going a little harder on the punching bag than she should be.

Whatever. She still wasn't falling down and dying, and that was the important part.

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Atton was jittery, but he'd promised Sparkle he'd stay until Wednesday, and he was planning to follow through, dammit.

... it was proving to be a poor choice, so far. But the gym? What was the worst thing that could happen at the gym? He'd just walk in, towel slung over his shoulder, start his workout, work off the energy, and--

He got as far as the towel.

"Poodoo."

Sia didn't need to look over her shoulders to see it was him, but she did anyway.

Because of course it was him.

"Hello to you, too," she said dryly.

"I will just get out of the way of whatever sad sack you're beating up, before I wind up up there," Atton said, running his fingers through his hair nervously.

"You're fine," Sia told him, backing off the bag for the moment. "It just felt like the time to get back into all this."

For some crazy reason.

"Yeah, can't let that gaping chest wound get in the way of your exercise routine," Atton said.

Crap. She looked-- extremely attractive.

... she always looked extremely attractive but he should probably back out of the room now.

"Not so gaping anymore," she assured him. "I'm keeping myself from anything too strenuous, it should be fine."

And really, she should probably still be paying attention to the bag.

"Did you want a turn?"

...right, this was when everything sounded wrong.

"I was just... going to get in some lightsaber practice," Atton said, holding up his hands.

"Good. Smart," she said. "Better to protect against gaping chest wounds of your own," she said.

"I... try to avoid those," Atton agreed.

You know what, compromise. He was going to move over a few feet and just... ignore her. Get his lightsabers out.

... Not those lightsabers. Poodoo.

"Good," she said again, turning back towards the bag.

And maybe glancing his way a bit to watch what he was doing.

Yep. Ignoring her. Very much so.

Atton sucked in a deep breath and focused on the snap-hiss of his lightsabers. He stared at the far wall, and centered himself some more, using the humming of their blades as a guide - it felt like a dangerous time to reach out to the island.

Then he launched into a Juyo practice routine.

He didn't feel her eyes on his back. Much.

Sia was able to ignore him right back and concentrate on her own work. At least for a while.

And at some point her punches to the bag slowed, and then stopped, as she watched him instead.

For as much as she had a serious problem with the Jedi in her time, she also really liked seeing Atton do this.

At this point in his life, Atton moved like the assassin he'd once been, his lightsaber style both light and dangerous. But he held back a bit with each strike, just a touch less deadly to whatever shadow beings he was fighting.

And then... he stopped.

Took a few steps back, and threw a glance over his shoulder. "We might as well spar if you're going to stand there gawking at me," he called.

This was possibly a poor choice.

"It's harder to gawk when I'm sparring," Sia said, and paused.

And then she stepped forward, calling her lightsaber over from where she'd set it with her other things. "Might as well."

"Better," Atton said.

(It was probably not better.)

He took a few steps back, deactivating his lightsabers while he waited for her to get ready.

This actually worked a little better for Sia, who as far as she could tell was better, but she was going to be a little cautious to start. Which was probably a good thing all the way around.

"It might take me a moment to get up to speed," she warned, because this was a week where she probably needed to say that.

"I can live with that," Atton said, whirling the hilt of one lightsaber around in his hand. "Your move."

"Yes, sir," Sia nodded, switching on her lightsaber.

And then she waited till he had his on before starting with an easy strike towards his shoulder.

It did occur to her that if she got dystractef watching him, actually doing this with him was definitely a choice.

Atton brought a lightsaber up to catch hers with practiced ease, leaning his body out of the way. He swung the lightsaber down for an equally-easy, testing swing at her hip.

She caught that on her blade, parrying and using the same motion to swing at his side, getting a feel for this.

It was an easy dance, move and countermove, and Atton moved with it fluidly for a while. Waiting his chance. Giving up just a little too much of his side one time, expending too much power on the defense another.

"Is that the best you can do?"

Of course if he was going to say it that way, Sia was immediately going to go with a faster, more direct strike where he was a little open, because that was what she did with challenges.

"You know better than that."

"Do I?"

Suddenly Atton's leg wasn't where it had been. Her lightsaber went soaring past - and his foot snapped towards her knee.

Maybe it was just coming back from an injury, but Sia was maybe more focused on her lightsaber than she should have been, not that there was a ton she could do from this angle without her knee buckling anyway. Maybe she shouldn't have instinctively grabbed at him when she started to go down.

"Space!"

Her fingers hooked in his tunic, as much as Atton tried to pull away.

He barely managed to switch off his 'sabers as he went with her, trying to roll with it so it wouldn't throw him off-- which left him on his back.

Maybe he wasn't batting a hundred, either.

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