Jus Charlie Chapter three
Just Charlie
Chapter 3- Bruising and Cramps
Rated PG
AN: Ok, I would have posted the next chapter in A Wolfe's Pack and A Genius' Clan already if I could charge my laptop to get them off there, but sadly I have to wait for a new charger cable. So, I am just going to update Just Charlie for the time being. Hopefully I'll soon have enough money to buy a new cable for my laptop.
Torture.
That was the first thing to come to mind when Charlie thought of the three month long training regimen Major Nicohls and their two other teammates were putting him through.
Don't get him wrong- the running and all the exercise was fine.
It was the combat and firearm drills that were killing him.
He'd never been so bruised, been hit, or had fired a gun so many times in his life. It made him happy he was used to writing with his chalk because his hands would have cramped within the first ten minutes of firearm practice if he wasn't.
The Major and her subordinates had almost literally beaten the combat reflexes of the Marine Corps. and Air Force Black Ops. into him.
Needless to say, he never hesitated or tried to use math when he fought anymore, he just reacted.
He understood her reasons for it though.
She didn't want him dead under her command just because she hadn't taken the time to train him for hostile situations.
Besides it worked.
The grunts who regularly got their asses handed to them by Ronon Dex, the Sadaten Military specialist the expedition had picked up, respected him-he'd become one of them, a fellow soldier.
He could hold his own against them, he'd never really have to worry about fighting ever again
-----
Swift jabs and harsh, solid blows were traded off and on as the combatants tested each others' mettle.
The female watched with sharp eyes as she regarded the male, she took in every tensed muscle and each even breath.
The male's mind was almost blank, nothing but his opponent and his surroundings entering his thoughts.
There was no talking, no numbers, and no fun or games-it was react or be hit.
It was instinct and muscle memory; there was no determining angles or length of reach or speed.
There were now two predators in the ring, when in the beginning there was one experienced predator and another inexperienced predator with only knowledge at their disposal.
In the end two bruised and sweating figures were upright on the mats; they stared at each other trying to determine if the other could go on.
Charlie leaned over, propping himself against his bent knees, his breath came out as harsh pants as blood dripped from his mouth to the floor.
Major Nicohls wasn't much better, she was standing straight but her nose was red and had blood dripping from it as well. She was out of breath and sore.
For a genius professor, he took well to exercise and training. In fact Eppes surpassed all of her expectations.
She grinned to herself.
They'd finally found someone who could and would keep up.
-----
Erin Donahue and Alejandro Cortez shared matching grins as they watched their team leader test the Doc.
He had surprised all of them; they had figured he'd be like the rest and would whine and moan how as a scientist he didn't have to learn to fire a weapon of combat drills.
Instead, he came at the drills and training with a determined look in his eye and gritted teeth. He took the pain the combat training caused him with knowledge that it was from growing muscle mass and mistakes in his form he was learning to rectify. The man was just as determined at learning all this as they saw him be at learning what they had discovered here in Atlantis from Doctor McKay
They quickly realized he belonged in the same category as Doctor Jackson and Doctor McKay; not many academics would willingly go out in the hazardous conditions they did and face danger on a daily basis.
Even if they occasionally whined or put up a fuss about some of the things they had to do, they would do as they had to do to get the job done.
-----
Charlie laughed as he listened to the Major, with help from Erin and Alejandro, tell a story about one of the first few missions she was in charge of before they found a way to the ancient city they called home.
No. Not Major-Krythan or Nicohls. He had to keep reminding himself that when they weren't on duty he was allowed to either call her by her first of last name.
Apparently she didn't like lording over people with her rank when off duty.
She sure as hell did a good job of using it and kept the men in line when she was though-the woman could be downright scary.
Still it was nice to see his teammates as not just the soldiers they were, but also as people, too.
Erin was a blast as they learned they shared a common interest in moving vehicles-apparently the girl street raced for fun when back on Earth, it was what put her through college.
The girl had a gambling streak a mile wide and could give him a run for his money in poker. She could drink them all under the table while spouting off old Irish sayings and stories about how her two older brothers had used her to help with their cars and then taught her how to handle her liquor and how to drive.
Alejandro grew up with a lot of siblings and understood somewhat about he and his brother.
He was a master of myths and legends; the man was addicted to fantasy novels and a serious sci-fi junkie. He could speak Klingon and knew almost every type of weird story out there. For all that he was built like a tank he was soft at heart and would protect those he cared for until his dying breath
He taught him how to use his intellect and large brown eyes for nefarious things against their female comrades as if they were his sisters. They caved every time he turned those puppy brown eyes at him and used long words and sentences to bend to his will. They, as the men, used it for all it was worth against their females coworkers, especially when they had their feminine time.
Krythan loved sharp objects, especially knives, and computers. She had grown up by herself in foster care with only computers and the rough life of being an orphan to accompany her. Knives were sharp and you could defend yourself with them in a number of ways and hide them just as easily. She had always used them from as far back as she could remember-being small, swift, and lithe made the weapons merely an extension of herself the way she used them. And she got computers, could do almost anything with them. Programming or building them was easy to her, it just came naturally like they were parts of her mind where others could touch and see it.
And given where they lived, it was good not to piss her off-she was better with the Atlantis mainframe than McKay was.
-----
Charlie hummed one of the Athosian festival songs to himself as he sat thinking up an email to write back home.
-----
Charlie mechanically went through the motions of get suited up for going off world, he'd done this plenty of times for drills and he figured he be doing plenty more.
He couldn't wait until they let him really go off world.
When he turned around he was surprised to find Major Nicohls and the other two standing behind him also dressed as if they were . . .
Charlie's eyes widened as a smile began to break out across his face.
"Congratulations, Dr. Eppes. We, after careful deliberation . . . Have decided you are ready."
Chapter 3- Bruising and Cramps
Rated PG
AN: Ok, I would have posted the next chapter in A Wolfe's Pack and A Genius' Clan already if I could charge my laptop to get them off there, but sadly I have to wait for a new charger cable. So, I am just going to update Just Charlie for the time being. Hopefully I'll soon have enough money to buy a new cable for my laptop.
Torture.
That was the first thing to come to mind when Charlie thought of the three month long training regimen Major Nicohls and their two other teammates were putting him through.
Don't get him wrong- the running and all the exercise was fine.
It was the combat and firearm drills that were killing him.
He'd never been so bruised, been hit, or had fired a gun so many times in his life. It made him happy he was used to writing with his chalk because his hands would have cramped within the first ten minutes of firearm practice if he wasn't.
The Major and her subordinates had almost literally beaten the combat reflexes of the Marine Corps. and Air Force Black Ops. into him.
Needless to say, he never hesitated or tried to use math when he fought anymore, he just reacted.
He understood her reasons for it though.
She didn't want him dead under her command just because she hadn't taken the time to train him for hostile situations.
Besides it worked.
The grunts who regularly got their asses handed to them by Ronon Dex, the Sadaten Military specialist the expedition had picked up, respected him-he'd become one of them, a fellow soldier.
He could hold his own against them, he'd never really have to worry about fighting ever again
-----
Swift jabs and harsh, solid blows were traded off and on as the combatants tested each others' mettle.
The female watched with sharp eyes as she regarded the male, she took in every tensed muscle and each even breath.
The male's mind was almost blank, nothing but his opponent and his surroundings entering his thoughts.
There was no talking, no numbers, and no fun or games-it was react or be hit.
It was instinct and muscle memory; there was no determining angles or length of reach or speed.
There were now two predators in the ring, when in the beginning there was one experienced predator and another inexperienced predator with only knowledge at their disposal.
In the end two bruised and sweating figures were upright on the mats; they stared at each other trying to determine if the other could go on.
Charlie leaned over, propping himself against his bent knees, his breath came out as harsh pants as blood dripped from his mouth to the floor.
Major Nicohls wasn't much better, she was standing straight but her nose was red and had blood dripping from it as well. She was out of breath and sore.
For a genius professor, he took well to exercise and training. In fact Eppes surpassed all of her expectations.
She grinned to herself.
They'd finally found someone who could and would keep up.
-----
Erin Donahue and Alejandro Cortez shared matching grins as they watched their team leader test the Doc.
He had surprised all of them; they had figured he'd be like the rest and would whine and moan how as a scientist he didn't have to learn to fire a weapon of combat drills.
Instead, he came at the drills and training with a determined look in his eye and gritted teeth. He took the pain the combat training caused him with knowledge that it was from growing muscle mass and mistakes in his form he was learning to rectify. The man was just as determined at learning all this as they saw him be at learning what they had discovered here in Atlantis from Doctor McKay
They quickly realized he belonged in the same category as Doctor Jackson and Doctor McKay; not many academics would willingly go out in the hazardous conditions they did and face danger on a daily basis.
Even if they occasionally whined or put up a fuss about some of the things they had to do, they would do as they had to do to get the job done.
-----
Charlie laughed as he listened to the Major, with help from Erin and Alejandro, tell a story about one of the first few missions she was in charge of before they found a way to the ancient city they called home.
No. Not Major-Krythan or Nicohls. He had to keep reminding himself that when they weren't on duty he was allowed to either call her by her first of last name.
Apparently she didn't like lording over people with her rank when off duty.
She sure as hell did a good job of using it and kept the men in line when she was though-the woman could be downright scary.
Still it was nice to see his teammates as not just the soldiers they were, but also as people, too.
Erin was a blast as they learned they shared a common interest in moving vehicles-apparently the girl street raced for fun when back on Earth, it was what put her through college.
The girl had a gambling streak a mile wide and could give him a run for his money in poker. She could drink them all under the table while spouting off old Irish sayings and stories about how her two older brothers had used her to help with their cars and then taught her how to handle her liquor and how to drive.
Alejandro grew up with a lot of siblings and understood somewhat about he and his brother.
He was a master of myths and legends; the man was addicted to fantasy novels and a serious sci-fi junkie. He could speak Klingon and knew almost every type of weird story out there. For all that he was built like a tank he was soft at heart and would protect those he cared for until his dying breath
He taught him how to use his intellect and large brown eyes for nefarious things against their female comrades as if they were his sisters. They caved every time he turned those puppy brown eyes at him and used long words and sentences to bend to his will. They, as the men, used it for all it was worth against their females coworkers, especially when they had their feminine time.
Krythan loved sharp objects, especially knives, and computers. She had grown up by herself in foster care with only computers and the rough life of being an orphan to accompany her. Knives were sharp and you could defend yourself with them in a number of ways and hide them just as easily. She had always used them from as far back as she could remember-being small, swift, and lithe made the weapons merely an extension of herself the way she used them. And she got computers, could do almost anything with them. Programming or building them was easy to her, it just came naturally like they were parts of her mind where others could touch and see it.
And given where they lived, it was good not to piss her off-she was better with the Atlantis mainframe than McKay was.
-----
Charlie hummed one of the Athosian festival songs to himself as he sat thinking up an email to write back home.
-----
Charlie mechanically went through the motions of get suited up for going off world, he'd done this plenty of times for drills and he figured he be doing plenty more.
He couldn't wait until they let him really go off world.
When he turned around he was surprised to find Major Nicohls and the other two standing behind him also dressed as if they were . . .
Charlie's eyes widened as a smile began to break out across his face.
"Congratulations, Dr. Eppes. We, after careful deliberation . . . Have decided you are ready."