Rock Your Body {Open}

[Lt. Commander Katarina Foster]

Yeah, the devil ride it down the shore
He paint the monster red so the blood don't stain the floor
In and out, real savage show
The story of the shocking sickness, and watch it blow, yeah
Never gonna stop me, never gonna stop
Never gonna stop me, never gonna stop

Wham.... Wham... Wham.

The sounds of hard blows hitting flesh rang out over the gym as two combatant's faced off on the mats. Lighting quick strikes were exchanged even as they danced and weaved around each other. Blocks were as natural as breathing as the opponents gauged and tested the others guard. Sweat flowed freely even as minutes trickled by. One particularly nasty right hook caught the chin of the woman and she fell back a few feet only to shake it off and grin at her partner.

"OH.. COME ON DEVOUX!! MY GRANDMOTHER HITS HARDER THAN THAT!! Er.... or would if I had one!" she teased the dark haired soldier who shook his head ruefully at her. "That all you got?"

As he came at her again, she slide under his guard and landed a hard kidney punch of her own as she ducked underneath him and came up behind. Lashing out with a leg, she aimed to take his legs out from under him but the wolf seemed to read her intent and took a leap that propelled him out of range.

"Your broadcasting your intent again, Commander!" he said smoothly back even as they went back to duking it out. "However, I'll grant you that if I had been human.... you might have caught me off guard."

Rolling her eyes, Lt. Commander Katarina Foster made a move so lightening fast that Lt. Devoux didn't have a chance in hell of avoiding it. One moment, he was standing upright and the next, she caught his arm mid punch and used his own weight against him to flip him over her shoulder and into the mat below.

"What was that again, Lt?" she asked smoothly before grinning at him.

Arching a brow and trying to gather enough air in his lungs to breath again, Derek took the hand she held out to him and played dirty. With his own supernatural strength, he tossed her ass over end and heard the satisfying "WHOOF" as she too hit the mat.

"Never trust a downed enemy, Foster... First lesson of hand to hand combat." he chided back as they both lay there, breathing hard. "Now, are you ready to take on the rest of them? I think I tired you down enough, they might actually get a chance to learn something for a change instead of just getting tossed around."

Laughing, Kat sat up and glanced at the clock. It was time for the others to start trickling in for work outs or sparring pratice. She, herself, always came in hours early to work out with Lt. DeVoux or her uncle but she always had to be careful with the others. She needed the edge worn off before she ever took on their own training or someone might accidently get hurt.

"Thanks, Derek.... I dont know what I would do if it wasn't for you.... I don't have to worry about hurting you so much.... " she said jokingly. "You damned shifters heal with alarming rates.... "

Just then, the sound of the gym door opening rang out and Derek got to his feet. Taking up a towel, he looked towards the opening and then shrugged.

"Yeah.. well...You just KNOW its my goal to make your life easier.." he said with a snort before wiping the sweat of his brow. "I'm going to hit the showers... Try not to kill anyone,all right?"

Nodding, Kat remained sprawled on the mat and took a deep breath. The edge was gone but the tension remained. Derek didn't know how close to the cliff she truly was these days.

Thank God.

[zeke]

Soldier boy, made of clay
Now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son
But he served us well
Bred to kill, not to care
Just do as we say
Finished here, Greeting Death
He's yours to take away


A training section. Did it mean he was finally going to see what those guys had to be considered a prized hush-hush unit after all?

Tossing his head left and right, Zeke felt the tense muscle relax a little under the faint cracking sound it gave out. Wearing a plain white muscle shirt and a pair of black shorts that gave him more mobility in combat, he did seem like someone who was itching for some action. Flying around was great and all that, but to really release tension there were only two sure-fire ways and one of those he didn’t get to do for being locked in an enclosed space. And no, the prison guards weren’t his type, the one that looked at him funny one day had his nose broken under his fist.

His work with the military before this hadn’t been like this secret bases of operations and all that jazz. No, it had been lousy in the middle of nowhere campaigns, and it had got bloody and ugly really fast…and from there it only went downhill from there.

This group seemed like a more organized one that didn’t were just pointed in a direction and told to kill everyone wearing the enemy colors until the order to cease fire came.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he walked over to the commander standing there and she seemed already ready to roll. In fact it seemed like she had already gone a round or two with the guy that had just left but seemed like she had the energy to start it all over.

He could see a little of what that Bullseye guy saw in her. Now he wasn’t going to hit on her just to get turned down like the guy. There seemed to be a no confraternizing rule on this squad what was a damned shame with all the hot women walking around.

Hell he had to slip out of that base and look for a good looking woman without a military uniform after this training section was over.

“So, this is the place I’m supposed to kick one of you down or am I in the wrong place?”

[John Sheppard]

I came all around the world just to be with you
I've been flying supersonic, between black and blue
I promised I'd be there
And now I'm here and I won't go
Before I give you everything I've got



Training section? Bah! What he did more training for? This entire team didn’t have their skills honed to death already?

At least that was what he had said to Curse as he called him on the phone. But that was before his friend had reminded him that he would get to see the commander in that training outfit again and that thought alone had him jumping out of his bunker and ready for some sparring section.

Sure Kat had wiped the floor with his ass last time when he had made a smartass comment about how she looked in those shorts, but damn…she did look hot so it was worth it. And he had a few tricks under his sleeve that might give him the upper hand this time around if she tried those moves again. Right, let’s just ignore the preternatural strength and speed of hers and leave it out of the equation.

But other than that, it would be interesting to see how the new recruits fared on the safe training environment. And by safe he meant only the risk of a few bruises, broken bones and damaged egos but not death…heck, that was almost like a Sunday afternoon when he was out of duty, wasn’t it?

So let’s just go see what the rookies have to offer and see if he can blow the enemy up instead of worrying too much about them getting their sorry assess killed. Sure Kat wouldn’t send anyone unfit into battle, but to him these men and women were the closest thing to a family he had.

Ok, ok. The thoughts he had about Kat weren’t really brotherly like but…

Smirking as his eyes caught sight of Kat speaking to the big guy, he walked to them and shook his head.

“Take it easy big guy, I’m the one that will be kicking hers cute butt tonight.”

Did he score any points for cockiness?

[Lt. Commander Katarina Foster]

Coming out your mouth with your blah, blah, blah
Zip your lips like a padlock and meet me at the back
With the jack and the jukebox
I don't really care where you live at
Just turn around, boy, let me hit that
Don't be a little bitch with your chit chat
Just show me where your dick's at

From her position on the floor, Kat heard the approach of footsteps and was a bit suprised to see that the first person to arrive was none other than Zeke Stone. The man was a tough an individual as she'd ever come across and that was saying alot. He was also ripped as hell and the woman in her couldn't help but admire the way he filled out that muscle shirt. She might be on a diet but that didn't mean she couldn't look at the menu, right? Sexy as he was, he didn't do anything for her on the same level as Lt. John Sheppard.

And speak of the devil and he will stroll through your door.

As the dark haired soldier came into view, Kat was hard pressed not to groan. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the effect he had on her. Part of her wanted to leap at him and do bad things that would get them both into trouble while another part wanted to run as hard and fast AWAY from him as it could. Lucky for her, he immediately went on with his normal cockiness and she rolled her eyes as she got to her feet and checked her ponytail.

"Yeah, this is the place. I didn't make this a mandatory session so I'm not sure who else will be here."

Glancing between the two men, the red head rolled her shoulders and then smirked.

"As far as kicking anyone down..... or putting me on the mats.... Keep dreaming. I may look sweet and innocent but I garentee you.. It takes more than you both got to take me out."

As she spoke, she moved towards Sheppard and swept his feet out from under him in one smooth movement. As he hit the mat, she smirked and sashayed away.

"On your feet soldier.... This isn't time to be sitting down on the job... Who wants the first shot at me??"

[John Sheppard]

Face in the gutter eyes on the floor
Knocked down twice can't take it no more
You got no vision in your head
You got no vision better dead
Get on your feet open the door
Walk on down you know the score
It's a dead-end street back to the wall
You get it together you can get it all



At one moment he was admiring Kat’s long legs and the next he was looking at the ceiling…

“What the hell?!”

She sure did move fast, ok he was distracted leering, but she really did move very fast! There wasn’t much chance that he could outmatch her in a fair one on one fight, but who cared about chances…and who cared about playing fair anyways, she surely didn’t, did she?

Well neither did John as he enlaced his legs on her slender ones causing her to fall on top of him. “I will take a shot at you commander.”

And that was a smart move? Doubtfully because she was so damned close that he was struggling hard as hell with his natural impulse of kissing those beautiful lips that were so damned close to hers. Falling without words – a first for Bullseye – his eyes moved from her lips to her eyes and then back to the lips. Heck, it was so incredibly hard ignoring what that little devil on his shoulder was telling him to do. Not to mention he would get beat down for doing it, totally against the rules and…and…ah what the hell? When the hell did he followed the rules?

Before any of them had any chance to do anything, John took the chance and pressed his lips against hers in a stolen brief fiery kiss.

And right when he felt Kat would react and kick him the hell away, he rolled over and pulled away with that arrogant smirk on his face.

“There you go commander, I got your pretty butt on the mat.”

Damn, if he was a cartoon character, smoke would be coming out of his lips right about now.

[Lt. Jasper Owens]

Now that that don't kill me
Can only make me stronger
I need you to hurry up now
'cause I can't wait much longer
I know I got to be right now
'cause I can't get much wronger

Truth be told, Jasper was actually looking forward to the day today. He was dressed comfortably, in a ripped white sleeveless shirt, and a loose pair of jogging pants. His sneakers had the distinct look of vigorous use, despite looking fairly clean.

It had been too long since he'd last done any kind of physical training, at least a week or two. He was normally accustomed to a daily ritual of exertion, keeping himself on top of his game. Although he might not outwardly look like much, Jasper was toned much more than the everyday person; if there was ever a book you couldn't judge by its cover, that was him.

Stretching his arms out behind his head, Jasper walked into the room, spotting Foster, Sheppard, and Stone in the beginnings of what seemed like a sparring match. Sheppard was on his back, which he assumed was thanks to Foster. Those two always had a playful way about each other.

Grinning, Jasper chuckled lightly. "So, have I missed anything?" He lowered his arms from behind his head, and cracked his knuckles. Whatever the case, he craved the challenge.

[Lt. Kalii Duran]

Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
Makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter

Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter

Kalii was feeling good. The Commander had said they were going to have a training session. It wasn't mandatory, but it's not like Kalii wasn't going to show up. That just wouldn't be cool, being one of the new members of the team. She knew she had to go. Not to mention, she was looking forward to it anyway. A good workout always helped calm her, keeping her from going stir crazy during down time. She wondered what the Commander had in mind though.

Walking through the compound, Kalii felt a sense of familiarity already as she headed over to the work out facility. She was dressed for working out. Wearing black spandex shorts that were short but not too short and a black sports bra that came down to the top of her ribs. This time she opted for high top leather athletic shoes instead of her standard combat boots. She was prepared for whatever the session was going to entail. Carrying her gym bag with her she practically skipped along as she walked, a grin on her face.

Kalii entered the gym and did a quick scan. It was easy to spot the members of the team that were there. You couldn't miss the long red hair of Kat, who was in the ring of mats. There was a dark haired man she hadn't met yet who was heading off to the showers it seemed. Then there was John Sheppard, who jumped in to spar with the Commander. The man suddenly got his feet cut out from under him and went down flat on his back on the mat. It didn't take long though and John had returned the favor. And... What? Did he just plant a seriously hard kiss on her? Holy shit. Kalii couldn't help but chuckle.

Striding up to the edge of the mat where they all were gathered she smirked. The bald dude named Zeke was there as well as Jasper Owens, both of them new to the team, like her. As she got closer she dropped her bag on the ground and folded her arms across her chest. She couldn't resist making a comment.

"Nice move there Sheppard. Though, I have a suspicion you just declared war and are about to get your ass royally kicked."

Kalii couldn't help but smirk again. Looking over at Zeke and Jasper she gave them both a nod in greeting. Then she turned to watch what was going on out on the mats.

[Sgt.Willow Harding]

Willow crack her knuckles before leaning back in her chair. This new computer program was a bitch it had glitches she had never seen before. She had to do something else this was getting under her skin...
Willow needed to get all the frustration out, a fight or maybe something close to it...a spar..

Hell a punching bag would do the trick. The computer geek promptly got out of her chair and changed into the appropriate clothing. No need fighting in stuff you really don't want smelling like sweat.

Before exiting her quarters, she grabbed her dog tags that hanged on the wall on a hook. The corridors at the barracks were easy to travel through once you memorized them. When Willow was new she would end in Canada getting lost in here. Now she could go through blindfolded and get her destination. Her endpoint was the training room of course the go to place to spar. Hopefully someone would be willing to spar. Maybe one of the newbies would be up to it.

Right as she entered through the doors Willow saw Sheppard plant one on the Commander's lips. Oh snap, he was going to kick his butt kicked.

The Commander had some rules that she enforced personally...One of them was not Fraternizing with fellow comrades. That was a big no-no, the many issues that could spawn from a relationship with someone you fight with. If that said person died the other could snap completely. That is what happened on her first tour Willow will never forgot how her friend lost it.

The small woman leaned against a wall watching...on the readyt ready to mediate if needed she was the one calm during any situation one of her traits her superiors noted.

She glanced to the others in the room and gave a friendly nod. Willow had not gotten a chance to really speak to the new soldiers on the team maybe today would be the day she would.

[Lt. Gabriel "Curse" Jordan]

Hell Yeah, I'm the one your mama warned you about.
Hell Yeah, I will make you scream my name with a shout.
Don't worry baby, I'm going to take you to the next level.
Cause I'm one who likes to dance with the devil.
Every fathers nightmare and every woman's dream
Hell yeah, I'm the trouble that I seem.


Well, well.

Didn't he just walk in on the most interesting moments? Now if only he had a camera... This was the stuff of black mail. Lt. Curse Jordan sauntered into the gym just in time to see the red headed spitfire take a cheap shot at Sheppard that landed him flat on his arrogant ass. Her snarky comment made a grin spread over his face and he could tell John was nonplussed over it. However, before he could laugh, the dark haired soldier decided to commit suicide. With as a wink, Sheppard reversed the tables and planted a lip lock on the Commander that had smoke rolling from her ears. It took Kat a full 30 seconds to respond as she seemed as stunned as the rest of them at his audacity.

Damn, there went that easy $20. John was so going to call that bet due. To bad... He'd only given her fifteen seconds before beating his buddy into the floor. Maybe Sheppard really was softening her up.

From this vantage point, she didn't seem to be fighting it to hard. If Curse wasn't mistaken, the heat coming off the pair was about to set fire to the mats. Sadly, all good things have to come to an end.

Kat let out a loud growl and John whirled away just in time to avoid a blow that would no doubt have made him sing soprano for the next fortnight. Her face was furious as she went after the soldier and pummeled him with a few blows that had Curse cringing in sympathy. Well, for a few seconds anyways... Until it occurred to him what the end result of that little encounter might mean for them all.

Well, HELL.

Oh Yeah, this was going to be a REAL fun work out. The sandy haired soldier could already feel the new bruises Kat would not doubt lay upon them.

He was going to have to remember to punch John himself later.

"Howdy folks." he drawled out as he approached the others and crossed his arms. "I see Romeo is getting us all into a shit load of trouble. The commander is going beat the hell out of us all now on account of him...... I say lets tar and feather him.. How about ya'll?"

Casting a grin around that was half teasing and half serious, he nodded at the new team members and then smacked his hands together.

"Well, then.... Since we ain't here to bake cookies... I think I'm going to warm up.... Any you pansy's care to join me? I promise not to kick your asses to hard. "

[Lt. Kalii Duran]

Makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
Makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter

Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter

Kalii was still watching as Kat and John went at it on the mats. Chuckling to herself as the Commander made a show of growling at him. But... if Kalii was not mistaken, there was definitely some kind of chemistry going on between them. John was obvious in his attention, it was the red headed spit fire that was holding back.

Not that Kalii could blame her. She was the commander of the unit, but still. This WAS a special unit and most of them were not military in the strictest sense of the word. Not to mention, with what they did and saw on a daily basis... There really were very few people that could understand and relate to what your life was like. Who the hell were you going to form a relationship with? Some civilian who you didn't have time for and probably thought you were insane for what you did for a living?

Kalii sighed a bit and shook her head, getting her thoughts back to the task at hand. She turned her head as new people came in and joined the group. First it was the little blond female. Sergeant Willow Harding, she went by Mouse. She was the tech expert. She remembered that much though she didn't get to talk to her much so far. Giving the woman a little wave and a nod as she approached.

Not far behind the sergeant was none other than Lt. Jordan himself. He waltzed in full of his typical cocky attitude. Making his regular sarcastic comments. It was obvious he had seen what had gone on between Kat and John. Kalii snickered a bit. At least John wasn't afraid to go after what he wanted. You had to hand that to the man.

Kalii raised an eyebrow and shot a look over to Curse when he called them pansies. Smirking and narrowing her eyes a bit she peered up at him.

"If you're not afraid to get your ass handed to you by a girl. I'm up for it."

Grinning at him Kalii nodded toward the mats. Giving him the option to accept the challenge or not. There was a glint in her eye and the adrenaline was already starting to pump through her veins. This could be fun.

[Lt. Commander Katarina Foster]

Please don't come around talkin
bout that you love me
Cuz that love shit just ain't for me
And I dont wanna hear that you adore me
And I know that all you're doin is runnin your mind games
Don't you know my game beats these games
So your best bet is to be straight with me

OH NO HE HADN"T!

HE HAD NOT JUST LAID A WET ONE ON HER IN FRONT OF GOD AND EVERYONE! THE MAN HAD A FREAKING DEATH WISH!!! SHE WAS SO GOING TO KILL HIM!!! HE HAD BETTER GIVE HIS SOUL TO GOD BECAUSE SHE WAS GOING TO HAVE HIM FOR LUNCH AND NOT IN THE WAY HE WAS HOPING!

Those were the only thoughts that Kat could honestly make out as she struggled to bring her sudden hunger under control. The taste of the soldier had instantly made her eyes flash to a crimson red and it was all she could do not to dive after him with a predators speed. From her spot on the mats, the redhead growled and stared at John even as he backed up and got out of striking distance.

Wise move on his part. Not that it was going to do him much good once she had a hold of the beast within.

Licking her lips, Kat took several deep breaths as she tried to cool the blood pounding through her veins. Nearby, her senses registered others around her and that helped to bring her back to earth but it was still a near thing. The hunter within her had scented something that it wanted and it was fighting the chain that held it bound.

"GOD DAMN IT, SHEPPARD!" she snarled before leaping forward with supernatural speed. "HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I WARNED YOU ABOUT THAT KIND OF SHIT? I'm not one of your little floozies!!!!"

Hitting full on with the force of a hurricane, the red headed hybrid sent them both sprawling across the mats and rolled to her feet to land in a crouch. Without waiting for him to gain his feet fully again, she went at him with a vengence. Her blows were hard and fast but she was careful not to draw blood. She wanted him to hurt like she was hurting and it showed in her ferocity.

"I .. told .. you.... NOT... to ... PULL MY... STRINGS!!!" she shouted, slamming him back hard with a swift kick in the abs. "NEXT TIME... LISTEN TO ME!!!"

[Lt. Jasper Owens]

Now that that don't kill me
Can only make me stronger
I need you to hurry up now
'cause I can't wait much longer
I know I got to be right now
'cause I can't get much wronger

Oh hell, this was going to be interesting.

Jasper could tell from the beginning that Foster was a hothead of sorts, and it was easy to see she had a thing about personal space and everything. So when Sheppard took advantage of his position to plant a quick peck on her lips, he knew that all hell was about to break loose. That playboy had overstepped his boundaries in exactly the worst possible way.

What he definitely didn't expect however, was emotion that went flying through his mind. For a second he was taken aback by it, the pure power of it; it had been strong enough to almost completely break through his mental barrier, which on normal occasions kept his mind, and others' emotions, completely separated.

It was a mix of several different things, but most striking and strange was that sensation of hunger...of unadulterated carnal desire. There was rage, anger, and lust too, but that instinctual ravenousness was king upon all.

It took only a moment, but Jasper pushed the raw onslaught of emotions from his own mind, leaving it silent. The mental attack had almost claimed him too, almost taken a hold of his sanity. Only his will, hardened by years of practice, had been able to squash the encroaching desire, the... bloodthirstiness.

Foster seemed to be fighting it, same as Jasper had, only her inner struggle was harder, as the desire had erupted from within her self. Thankfully, from behind his restored mental shield, Jasper felt the hunger slowly abate, only to be replaced by the less fervent, but equally as violent, rage.

Before he could even try to intervene, Foster shot out at Sheppard with some kind of inhuman speed, moving to almost literally beat the crap out of him. She still craved something, but now it was the brutal revenge she was enacting.

Striding forward, Jasper placed a cautious hand on Foster. "I think that's enough," his tone serious, stated quite simply. He forced a feeling a calmness through his touch, hoping it might sate her. "Sheppard may be an incessant idiot, but we don't want to break him, now do we?" This time his tone was lighter, more joking.

He hated having to intervene, but some moral sense inside him had pushed him forward. Sure, he'd probably regret it at some point, seceding to that abnormal part of himself. But at the moment, it was necessary.

[John Sheppard]

I came all around the world just to be with you
I've been flying supersonic, between black and blue
I promised I'd be there
And now I'm here and I won't go
Before I give you everything I've got
You left everything behind, just to feel that touch
To join the family of spiders, really means so much
There's a storm up in the air
It's the power we all share
When it runs through our flesh and blood


There was that arrogant smirk on his lips and that sense of accomplishment visible in his eyes, he had done it, kiss those lips he so much lusted for and was still breathing to celebrate victory after escaping a kick that would leave him singing soprano for a while.

Not to mention Curse owed him twenty bucks to him now, take that buddy.

But maybe he shouldn’t be so happy at it, because Kat lunged at him and had him stumbling back and almost on his ass. Ok, he was still breathing, not so bad – but oh wait, there was more!

There was a ferocity in her that he had rarely seen as he hit him hard over and over, her speed almost too fast for him to register and his reaction time was slowed down because some part of his brain was still going – WOHOO!

But it was that kick that sent him flying back and falling flat on his butt. Well…that was leaving a bruise. Not to mention it freaking hurt like hell. But what did he do?

He laughed.
-Crap it hurt to laugh-

But he still laughed like a crazy man and raised his arms up in the air in celebration.
“That was totally worth it!”

Not even a beating down – OW he might have a broken rib – was enough to put him off, heck he would do it again…as soon as he would be able to stand. More, he wanted more of those lips.

No pain no gain, right?
-and crap, that freaking hurt!-

Ahhh, let the doc worry about getting him battle ready in time for the next mission, he was still celebrating.

[Lt. Gabriel "Curse" Jordan]

we've Got The Right To Choose
And there Ain't No Way We'll Lose It
this Is Our Life, This Is Our Song
we'll Fight The Powers That Be Just
don't Pick Our Destiny 'cause
you Don't Know Us, You Don't Belong
oh We're Not Gonna Take It
no, We Ain't Gonna Take It
oh We're Not Gonna Take It Anymore


There was a god.

Curse would have said he'd always known it but when Lt. Duran smirked and sashayed past to take him up on his offer on the mats, he looked to the heavens with a wicked, "Thank you, Lord." before following after. The sway of her cute little rear end held his attention even as he couldn't resist smarting off.

"As long as its a gorgeous thing like yourself handing it to me... I'm good. If you were wearing a high heeled boots and a black lace teddy, I'd have died and gone to heaven. Theres just something about a woman who is in touch with her dominate side that makes me hot."

Unfortunately, before he could finish, he saw the commander kick Sheppard back with a blow that made even him wince in sympathy. To his amazement, the idiot hit the ground but instead of toning it down like any sane man would..... He actually started LAUGHING.

Sometimes there was no accounting for a person's lunacy.

Glancing at Kalii, Curse shook his head and ran hand through his sandy hair. His expression was rueful as he crossed his arms over his chest and stared between his buddy and where one of the new guys had stepped up to lay a hand on Foster's shoulder. He could tell the red head was barely holding it together by a thread but hell... He couldn't really blame her.

"Damn... he aint all there is he?" he asked his companion before eying the dark haired soldier. "Hell, I don't know whether to admire is suicidal ass or put him out of all our misery so we don't have to watch all this angst. One of these day's... She's either going to kill him or we're all going to get an eyeful of things I have NO wish to be seeing...."

Raising his voice, the weapons specialist called out.

"Sheppard... Get the hell off the mats before she spills your blood all over the damn things. We just got them clean and the pencil pushers will bitch at the expense if we have to have them done again..... Let one of these newbies do some work."

Then, turning away from the drama, he looked at Duran.

"After you, sweetheart!" he drawled out, motioning to a far set of mats.

[Lt. Commander Katarina Foster]

Why did I waste my time?
Two steps I don't rewind.
A feeling I can't define.
I give back to you.
Give it all away take it all away
Give it all away take it all away.
I see my demise.
From behind your eyes.
I can't pass you by.
I put back to you.

Chill.

She had to regain control and chill.

Easier said than done when the object of her fury continued to laugh and throw his hands up as if in some sort of fucked up victory. Didn't he realize how close to DEATH he'd gotten? Didn't he fucking CARE?

Oh, wait..... Thats right, Sheppard didn't care about anything but his own wants and desires. Who cared if his actions forced her to do something that she wouldn't be able to live with. Something that would very easily tip the scales on her inner balance of good and evil. No, he just wanted to get his rocks off and he didn't care who it hurt in the process.

Ok, so maybe that was a harsh assessment with the chemistry flowing between them but at the moment... Kat was to far gone to care.

The soldier kept pushing her buttons even when he KNEW that she couldn't give in to those sorts of needs. She didn't want or need his death on her hands and she didn't know why he couldn't understand that. Had either of them been of a different nature.. then maybe it would have been different. But they weren't and What ifs weren't going to become real. They had to live in the real world and the real world was a bitch. It didn't care what you wanted and Kat couldn't afford to be distracted from the one thing she was good at.

Killing as many bad guys as she could before she became one of them.

Vaguely, the red head heard the laughter of those around her but her gaze saw only John. Breathing heavily and panting with the exertion of the new fury that swept her, she shrugged off the hand on her shoulder. A saner part of her was grateful for the intrusion but the predator in her was still growling with the need for blood.

Finally, when she was able to speak without snarling and wanting to leap for him again, Kat spoke. Her voice was colder than an arctic freeze and her expression was enough to stop even the most evil creatures from screwing with her.

"You know, Lt. Sheppard, I always knew you were a sadistic son of a bitch but I didn't have you pegged for a bastard too. You think this little game of yours is funny? Well, I got news for you, soldier. If you try something like that one more time... Your out of here."

Then, turning on her heel, she snatched up a towel and glared at the rest of them.

"What the hell are you all looking at? If this is your idea of working out then I suggest you rethink it. There had better be some sweat and blood on these mats when I get out of the shower."

With that, the commander stormed out of the gym towards the women's locker room. As she did so, the door slammed so hard behind her that it rattled on its hinges and then fell over.

So what if it didn't solve anything... Sure as hell made her feel better!