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prficathonsTitle: Verbal Sparring is the Hardest (The Unresolved Sexual Tension Remix)
Remixed from Sparring Session by Second Batgirl.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue
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Dillon sighed, and flicked to the next page of his magazine. Not that it was his. Must've been Flynn's. No one else subscribed to "Smoothies Monthly" as far as he knew. Oh, an article on how strawberries were out and blackberries were in. Maybe he should bookmark it to show Scott one day when he was really bored, because the resulting tantrum should be amusing.
"You're going to train with him, right?" Scott repeated, getting up in his face as usual.
He called it 'being a good leader'. Dillon called it 'being a pain in the ass', but then whenever he said something like that, Summer usually made an amused comment behind her hand about unresolved sexual tension, then Flynn'd cough and try to start a conversation about football, Doctor K would say something interested about how she thought Dillon had more unresolved sexual tension with Ziggy, and things would degenerate from there. These people were confusing.
So Dillon tried to keep his mouth shut. He just nodded as patiently as he could.
Scott the Anal did not make this easy. "I'd do it all myself, but he needs experience with various people, and he seems kinda scared of me." Scott looked proud.
Summer appeared to have something stuck in her throat, judging by her coughing fit.
"Oh, and he's not scared of me?" Dillon asked, turning the page in his magazine. Whether or not he looked like he was concentrating, Scott would keep talking. He might as well get some more reading done.
"Apparently not," Scott said with that shit-eating grin. "At least not as much as he is of me."
"I don't think he's scared of me," Flynn said thoughtfully.
Dillon shrugged. "He shouldn't be scared of anyone. Not of his teammates, anyway."
Summer smiled at him. "Definitely not. He's a Ranger! One of us. He shouldn't be scared of us."
Flynn moved closer to Summer, and Dillon wondered for a moment about the story there. Flynn knew something about her that he didn't. Was it for comfort? Summer sounded like her normal self, but she did sound extra keen to be caring, or something?
"He'll show us what he can do," Flynn said, bumping shoulders with Summer.
She smiled. "Yes, like we all have."
Comfort from Flynn to Summer, then back again? About proving themselves? Why the hell were people so DIFFICULT. Machines were much easier to understand.
"Like we all have," Flynn echoed.
"If you guys have quite finished with your little bonding moment, I believe Ranger Black has some training to run," Doctor K said briskly.
Dillon stood, and gave her a salute. She nodded back as if it were her due. Which it probably was. Huh.
He handed her the magazine just to see her do a double take, then headed for the stairs.
Yeah, Ziggy was in the bedroom, flailing. Pacing up and down, muttering to himself. Poor guy. Dillon sure didn't claim to understand him, but at least Ziggy was a hell of a lot more transparent than the others. He wanted to flail, he flailed. None of this confusing holding stuff back, doubletalk, words layered underneath words, that the others seemed to like. It was something Ziggy and Doctor K had in common, though Dillon suspected both would be miffed if he pointed out the similarity.
He leaned against the doorframe and waited for Ziggy to notice him.
Ziggy failed to notice him.
Ziggy failed to notice him some more.
Ziggy continued to fail to notice him.
Okay, so maybe they'd better work on Ziggy's awareness of things around him, as well as his fighting skills. Dillon harrumphed under his breath, then reached out an arm and snagged the collar of Ziggy's shirt. "C'mon, Ziggy. Time to go practice."
"Practice what?" Ziggy asked. Dillon liked that Ziggy didn't resist, though. That was kinda nice. Trust, or something.
Well, maybe it was because Ziggy didn't have anything better to do, but Dillon preferred to think of it as trust.
Oh, he hadn't given Ziggy an answer yet. Whoops. People liked answers, that's right, especially Ziggy. "Martial arts," Dillon told him at last, as they reached the bottom of the stairs. "You need to learn how to fight."
"Oh, right! I can dodge, at least. That has to count for something, right?"
Was that fear? Dillon smiled. "Just come on, Zig," he said gently. "Show me what you can do."
Remixed from Sparring Session by Second Batgirl.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue
* * *
Dillon sighed, and flicked to the next page of his magazine. Not that it was his. Must've been Flynn's. No one else subscribed to "Smoothies Monthly" as far as he knew. Oh, an article on how strawberries were out and blackberries were in. Maybe he should bookmark it to show Scott one day when he was really bored, because the resulting tantrum should be amusing.
"You're going to train with him, right?" Scott repeated, getting up in his face as usual.
He called it 'being a good leader'. Dillon called it 'being a pain in the ass', but then whenever he said something like that, Summer usually made an amused comment behind her hand about unresolved sexual tension, then Flynn'd cough and try to start a conversation about football, Doctor K would say something interested about how she thought Dillon had more unresolved sexual tension with Ziggy, and things would degenerate from there. These people were confusing.
So Dillon tried to keep his mouth shut. He just nodded as patiently as he could.
Scott the Anal did not make this easy. "I'd do it all myself, but he needs experience with various people, and he seems kinda scared of me." Scott looked proud.
Summer appeared to have something stuck in her throat, judging by her coughing fit.
"Oh, and he's not scared of me?" Dillon asked, turning the page in his magazine. Whether or not he looked like he was concentrating, Scott would keep talking. He might as well get some more reading done.
"Apparently not," Scott said with that shit-eating grin. "At least not as much as he is of me."
"I don't think he's scared of me," Flynn said thoughtfully.
Dillon shrugged. "He shouldn't be scared of anyone. Not of his teammates, anyway."
Summer smiled at him. "Definitely not. He's a Ranger! One of us. He shouldn't be scared of us."
Flynn moved closer to Summer, and Dillon wondered for a moment about the story there. Flynn knew something about her that he didn't. Was it for comfort? Summer sounded like her normal self, but she did sound extra keen to be caring, or something?
"He'll show us what he can do," Flynn said, bumping shoulders with Summer.
She smiled. "Yes, like we all have."
Comfort from Flynn to Summer, then back again? About proving themselves? Why the hell were people so DIFFICULT. Machines were much easier to understand.
"Like we all have," Flynn echoed.
"If you guys have quite finished with your little bonding moment, I believe Ranger Black has some training to run," Doctor K said briskly.
Dillon stood, and gave her a salute. She nodded back as if it were her due. Which it probably was. Huh.
He handed her the magazine just to see her do a double take, then headed for the stairs.
Yeah, Ziggy was in the bedroom, flailing. Pacing up and down, muttering to himself. Poor guy. Dillon sure didn't claim to understand him, but at least Ziggy was a hell of a lot more transparent than the others. He wanted to flail, he flailed. None of this confusing holding stuff back, doubletalk, words layered underneath words, that the others seemed to like. It was something Ziggy and Doctor K had in common, though Dillon suspected both would be miffed if he pointed out the similarity.
He leaned against the doorframe and waited for Ziggy to notice him.
Ziggy failed to notice him.
Ziggy failed to notice him some more.
Ziggy continued to fail to notice him.
Okay, so maybe they'd better work on Ziggy's awareness of things around him, as well as his fighting skills. Dillon harrumphed under his breath, then reached out an arm and snagged the collar of Ziggy's shirt. "C'mon, Ziggy. Time to go practice."
"Practice what?" Ziggy asked. Dillon liked that Ziggy didn't resist, though. That was kinda nice. Trust, or something.
Well, maybe it was because Ziggy didn't have anything better to do, but Dillon preferred to think of it as trust.
Oh, he hadn't given Ziggy an answer yet. Whoops. People liked answers, that's right, especially Ziggy. "Martial arts," Dillon told him at last, as they reached the bottom of the stairs. "You need to learn how to fight."
"Oh, right! I can dodge, at least. That has to count for something, right?"
Was that fear? Dillon smiled. "Just come on, Zig," he said gently. "Show me what you can do."