Combat Training (1/1)
Title: Combat Training (1/1)
Pairing: Jim Shannon/Alicia Washington bromance, background Nathaniel Taylor/Alicia Washington
Genre: Rriendship/Humour
Rated: PG
Summary: Fill for arbiter_01's prompt (Jim/Wash - sparring) in Friday One Word Challenge - Week 46.
This was written incredibly quickly. Any mistakes are due to both this and my inability to write in character tonight. And wine. Wine too.
Jim walked into Command with a spring in his step that faded quickly when he found both Taylor and Wash waiting for him. He hadn't thought much of the summons he'd received a few minutes ago, but now he was suspicious... Especially since Taylor looked completely at ease behind his desk, reviewing a plex.
A relaxed Taylor was always cause for concern.
Even more cause for concern was a smirking Wash, and leant against the wall with arms crossed comfortably across her stomach she looked the very picture of smug anticipation.
"How much combat training did you have in the future, Shannon?" Taylor asked.
Jim's attention shot back to the man, found him still working hard. "Enough to get by." He admitted, "We needed to know what we were doing to handle the riots."
Taylor looked unimpressed. "Don't suppose it's anything near the standards we require for Security." He said, so deep in pondering the plex in front of him that he missed Jim's frown. "How about you train with Wash, get those skills up to scratch? Seems about time."
Jim looked to Wash to find a curiously wicked smile on her face at the prospect being presented to her. "Would be my pleasure, sir." She said, voice warm with satisfaction.
"Right." Jim chuckled, not quite believing the conversation he was taking part in was actually happening. Surely they didn't expect him to learn how to spar... with Wash? "How about I start off with someone less likely to put me in the hospital?"
"Wash is the best I've got Shannon. Why not learn from her?"
Jim frowned "For the reason I just said, sir. Quite attached to my limbs."
"Come on Jim." Wash goaded. "I'll go easy on you."
Jim snorted. "Your easy is still a terrifying prospect Wash." He paused for a moment, thinking. "How about Reynolds?"
Wash rolled her eyes at the look of glee that crossed the Sheriff's face at this thought, wondering if maybe she should play along and let him step up to the mark with the young soldier and see just how wrong his estimation was. Her eyes fell on Nathaniel and his shake of the head spoilt her fun.
"Reynolds was personally trained by Wash." Taylor pointed out. "Believe me when I say, while you are more than welcome to try your luck against him in some show of fatherly affection, you'll get no further with the boy."
Jim sighed, running a hand over his forehead. "This is madness."
"You free tonight?" Wash asked, moving closer.
Jim shrugged. "I guess so, Liz isn't working."
"Good." She said, patting him on the shoulder as she passed. "I'll see you in the training ground at eight."
Jim watched Wash leave, before turning back to Taylor. The man was still engrossed, to the extent that the sheriff was certain he must be faking it by now - he knew the military man was too likely to get enjoyment from his plight. "You know it's funny, but I don't remember actually agreeing to all this."
Taylor shrugged, completely unconcerned. "in this case Shannon, agreement is entirely optional."
#
Jim arrived the training ground that evening, finding it empty save for the woman warming up in the middle of the arena. Thanking fate for small mercies - his inevitable humiliation not being witnessed by others was a supreme relief - he approached her while hiding the nerves he felt. Wouldn’t do to give her even more of an advantage this early on.
"Ah, there you are." Wash said when she noticed him, managing to sound like she'd been waiting hours for him to turn up.
Jim looked at his watch, found the minute hand a way off the hour yet. "I'm early."
Wash just smiled. "So was I."
"Then next time, tell me to arrive a half hour before you expect me." Jim replied, enjoying her relaxed laugh in response.
"Come on Shannon, stop stalling." She said, bring her arm up to stretch the tricep behind her head. "Warm up and we can get down to the 'handing you your ass' portion of the evening."
Jim sighed. "Oh, but you make it sound so appealing..."
*
To be fair to Wash, she did start him off easily. They went through the basics quickly, his training coming back with relative ease. When they got to the more elaborate moves, she was willing to take a hit if it helped him learn. He could see why Taylor valued her as an instructor so much.
When she suggested they test out what he'd learnt, Jim wondered how quickly she was going to dial herself up to full power.
It turned out, rather quickly indeed.
He ended up on his back more times in the first few minutes than he'd ever been during his time on the force. When she noticed he was started to get a little winded she let up, knowing her superiority had been recognised.
From that point on it was a little better for him. Not much, but a little. He had the element of surprise on his side at least; she didn't entirely know what he was going to come out with next, not used to reading his body language. He struck a few times and noted her approval - though she hid it well, only a momentary raise of her eyebrows or a sly smile when he landed a good blow.
But then came his crowning glory. A strike to her shoulder set her unsteady enough on her feet that he sensed an opening - he barrelled into her, pushing her to the floor and leaning over her with relish.
Unfortunately, this meant he had a close up view of her head impacting with the dirt, the harsh bounce almost audible in the silence of the training ground.
Jim jumped up when he saw Wash wince, her face screwing up as she brought a hand to her forehead. "Oh god, are you okay? Shit, I didn't mean to-."
In a second he was on his back, Wash's legs having shot out to link around one of his and put him off balance. She came into a crouch beside him, leaning over his prone form. "Too easy." She scoffed.
Jim sighed, collapsing back fully into the floor, utterly defeated. "Forgive me for being concerned about your welfare."
"The Sixers won't be concerned about yours Shannon." She pointed out, reaching for his hand and pulling them both to their feet.
"To be fair, the Sixers aren't in a relationship with one of the most intimidating men I've ever met."
"Just promise me you won't underestimate your opponent." She said, ignoring his comment. Her smirk was wicked once again. "Especially when your opponent is me."
"Oh how I'd love to actually bring you down, you're so insufferably pleased with yourself." Jim sighed, hooking an arm around her shoulders and drawing them over to the table holding bottles of water.
"It is irritating isn't it?" Wash said. "Welcome to my life with you."
Jim clutched his chest dramatically. "You sure know how to hurt a man."
Squeezing his shoulder affectionately, Wash smiled. "In more ways than one Shannon, in more ways than one."
Pairing: Jim Shannon/Alicia Washington bromance, background Nathaniel Taylor/Alicia Washington
Genre: Rriendship/Humour
Rated: PG
Summary: Fill for arbiter_01's prompt (Jim/Wash - sparring) in Friday One Word Challenge - Week 46.
This was written incredibly quickly. Any mistakes are due to both this and my inability to write in character tonight. And wine. Wine too.
Jim walked into Command with a spring in his step that faded quickly when he found both Taylor and Wash waiting for him. He hadn't thought much of the summons he'd received a few minutes ago, but now he was suspicious... Especially since Taylor looked completely at ease behind his desk, reviewing a plex.
A relaxed Taylor was always cause for concern.
Even more cause for concern was a smirking Wash, and leant against the wall with arms crossed comfortably across her stomach she looked the very picture of smug anticipation.
"How much combat training did you have in the future, Shannon?" Taylor asked.
Jim's attention shot back to the man, found him still working hard. "Enough to get by." He admitted, "We needed to know what we were doing to handle the riots."
Taylor looked unimpressed. "Don't suppose it's anything near the standards we require for Security." He said, so deep in pondering the plex in front of him that he missed Jim's frown. "How about you train with Wash, get those skills up to scratch? Seems about time."
Jim looked to Wash to find a curiously wicked smile on her face at the prospect being presented to her. "Would be my pleasure, sir." She said, voice warm with satisfaction.
"Right." Jim chuckled, not quite believing the conversation he was taking part in was actually happening. Surely they didn't expect him to learn how to spar... with Wash? "How about I start off with someone less likely to put me in the hospital?"
"Wash is the best I've got Shannon. Why not learn from her?"
Jim frowned "For the reason I just said, sir. Quite attached to my limbs."
"Come on Jim." Wash goaded. "I'll go easy on you."
Jim snorted. "Your easy is still a terrifying prospect Wash." He paused for a moment, thinking. "How about Reynolds?"
Wash rolled her eyes at the look of glee that crossed the Sheriff's face at this thought, wondering if maybe she should play along and let him step up to the mark with the young soldier and see just how wrong his estimation was. Her eyes fell on Nathaniel and his shake of the head spoilt her fun.
"Reynolds was personally trained by Wash." Taylor pointed out. "Believe me when I say, while you are more than welcome to try your luck against him in some show of fatherly affection, you'll get no further with the boy."
Jim sighed, running a hand over his forehead. "This is madness."
"You free tonight?" Wash asked, moving closer.
Jim shrugged. "I guess so, Liz isn't working."
"Good." She said, patting him on the shoulder as she passed. "I'll see you in the training ground at eight."
Jim watched Wash leave, before turning back to Taylor. The man was still engrossed, to the extent that the sheriff was certain he must be faking it by now - he knew the military man was too likely to get enjoyment from his plight. "You know it's funny, but I don't remember actually agreeing to all this."
Taylor shrugged, completely unconcerned. "in this case Shannon, agreement is entirely optional."
#
Jim arrived the training ground that evening, finding it empty save for the woman warming up in the middle of the arena. Thanking fate for small mercies - his inevitable humiliation not being witnessed by others was a supreme relief - he approached her while hiding the nerves he felt. Wouldn’t do to give her even more of an advantage this early on.
"Ah, there you are." Wash said when she noticed him, managing to sound like she'd been waiting hours for him to turn up.
Jim looked at his watch, found the minute hand a way off the hour yet. "I'm early."
Wash just smiled. "So was I."
"Then next time, tell me to arrive a half hour before you expect me." Jim replied, enjoying her relaxed laugh in response.
"Come on Shannon, stop stalling." She said, bring her arm up to stretch the tricep behind her head. "Warm up and we can get down to the 'handing you your ass' portion of the evening."
Jim sighed. "Oh, but you make it sound so appealing..."
*
To be fair to Wash, she did start him off easily. They went through the basics quickly, his training coming back with relative ease. When they got to the more elaborate moves, she was willing to take a hit if it helped him learn. He could see why Taylor valued her as an instructor so much.
When she suggested they test out what he'd learnt, Jim wondered how quickly she was going to dial herself up to full power.
It turned out, rather quickly indeed.
He ended up on his back more times in the first few minutes than he'd ever been during his time on the force. When she noticed he was started to get a little winded she let up, knowing her superiority had been recognised.
From that point on it was a little better for him. Not much, but a little. He had the element of surprise on his side at least; she didn't entirely know what he was going to come out with next, not used to reading his body language. He struck a few times and noted her approval - though she hid it well, only a momentary raise of her eyebrows or a sly smile when he landed a good blow.
But then came his crowning glory. A strike to her shoulder set her unsteady enough on her feet that he sensed an opening - he barrelled into her, pushing her to the floor and leaning over her with relish.
Unfortunately, this meant he had a close up view of her head impacting with the dirt, the harsh bounce almost audible in the silence of the training ground.
Jim jumped up when he saw Wash wince, her face screwing up as she brought a hand to her forehead. "Oh god, are you okay? Shit, I didn't mean to-."
In a second he was on his back, Wash's legs having shot out to link around one of his and put him off balance. She came into a crouch beside him, leaning over his prone form. "Too easy." She scoffed.
Jim sighed, collapsing back fully into the floor, utterly defeated. "Forgive me for being concerned about your welfare."
"The Sixers won't be concerned about yours Shannon." She pointed out, reaching for his hand and pulling them both to their feet.
"To be fair, the Sixers aren't in a relationship with one of the most intimidating men I've ever met."
"Just promise me you won't underestimate your opponent." She said, ignoring his comment. Her smirk was wicked once again. "Especially when your opponent is me."
"Oh how I'd love to actually bring you down, you're so insufferably pleased with yourself." Jim sighed, hooking an arm around her shoulders and drawing them over to the table holding bottles of water.
"It is irritating isn't it?" Wash said. "Welcome to my life with you."
Jim clutched his chest dramatically. "You sure know how to hurt a man."
Squeezing his shoulder affectionately, Wash smiled. "In more ways than one Shannon, in more ways than one."