Who's the Boss? Part 1

by Samy Merchi

* DISCLAIMER *
  This is a non-profit work of fan-fiction involvin characters created and owned by Marvel Comics Group. This story contains EXPLICIT SEX. If you are offended by such things, please do not read this story.

* CONTINUITY *
This story takes place:
* after X-FORCE #86
* before X-FORCE #87
This story differs from canon as follows:
* Dani and Roberto are a couple (see my story VALENTINE'S NIGHT for details)
* Roberto and Tabitha's relationship in X-FORCE #75-86 has been reduced to them sleeping together once, thus cheating on Dani and Sam, respectively.

* MATURE CONTENT *
 This story includes: EXPLICIT SEX (m/f masturbation consensual)

* DEDICATED TO *
Red <alysonmiers@usa.net> Monster
Here's lookin' at you, kid. Wouldn't have written this without you.

 
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                   * CHAPTER ONE: Past Revisited *
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"Like what y' see?"

"I  most  definitely  do", Roberto Da Costa answered as he watched the
water  pour  over  Theresa  Rourke  Cassidy, matting her long red hair
against  her head, onto her shoulders, and over her back, turning it a
slightly darker shade than usual.  Her average-sized breasts were firm
and  faintly  upturned,  two  small but perked-up red nipples pointing
outwards,  screaming for attention.  Between her legs, a similarly red
tuft  of  pubic hair was also matted and darkened by the water flowing
over  the  female figure, the sharp edges of the trimmed hair becoming
very clearly visible.

"Turnabout's  fair play, they say", Theresa replied with a mischievous
smile, and grabbed the towel around Roberto's waist, then with a swift
motion  yanked  it  off  and threw it away somewhere onto the bathroom
floor.   She  didn't  know  where  it  ended  up, her eyes were on the
delicious  five-inch  erection  that emerged from under the towel, and
the  eager  way  in  which  it  pointed  away from his athletic, lean,
chocolate-colored body, and towards her softer, paler figure.

"And  all  is  fair  in love and war", Roberto commented as he stepped
into  the  shower with Theresa, leaving the curtain open behind him as
he  wrapped his arms around her and pressed his hot, hard body against
hers underneath the cascade of warm water.

She  didn't  waste  time,  and reciprocated his embrace.  Slender arms
coiled  around  his  back,  and crushed him tightly against her chest,
even  as his hands proceeded lower down, to hold her rear.  She raised
her  legs  up, to capture his waist, and felt his hardness against her
suddenly throbbing sex.

A  soft  wheeze  escaped  her lungs as he slammed her back against the
wall  of  the  shower,  and  pushed  himself against her, trapping her
between  rock  and a hard thing.  She hissed, and pulled herself a bit
higher  on  his  body,  so she could get his length to the right spot.
With  a  moan,  she  roughly  lowered  herself  onto  him, feeling his
thickness fill her and please her.  "Oh...oh yes..."

He  grunted  and  started  pushing against her.  The water flowed over
them,  combining  with  the passionate exertion, to make them sweat as
they  coupled  animalistically  --  she  squeezing  him within her, he
moving  inside  her, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...
Their  thoughts  faded  away into mindless pleasure consisting only of
movement back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...

                                 ***

...back  and  forth,  back  and  forth, back and forth...  The fingers
stroked  furiously  over  the  aching point, trying to unleash all the
built-up  need and frustration in an overwhelming explosion of orgasm.
The  body shuddered, again, again and again, as tremors of approaching
climax wracked it mercilessly, waves of pleasure crashing all over it,
caressing  it,  stroking  it as if there was nothing in the world left
but sex, and the overpowering need for it...

A  soft  whimper  erupted  from  the throat, but teeth bit down on the
bottom  lip to muffle the sound so anyone wouldn't hear it.  If anyone
found out about the masturbating, all of the hard-earned respect would
go straight down the drain.  So silence was of the essence, and it was
maintained as the wild orgasm crashed thru body and mind, melding with
the  delicious  fantasy  stemming  from that incident not so long ago,
when he had walked in on her taking a shower...

The  orgasm  passed.   The  body  spasmed a few final times.  The hips
bucked,  and  then  fell  down  onto the sweat-dampened sheets.  Heavy
breathing  resumed,  though  it was kept as quiet as possible so as to
not catch the attention of anyone passing by the room.

"Mmmm..."  the  lips  whispered  softly  as  the  body slowly relaxed,
muscles  limp and exhausted from the furious tensing and clenching the
climax had induced.  "That would be so..."

                                 ***

"AWESOME!"

"Of  course  it is...'awesome', as you so charmingly put it, Tabitha",
Roberto commented, wrinkling his nose a bit disdainfully as he stepped
out  of  his  new  car.   "Not  all  of  us relish the idea of using a
twenty-year-old,  beaten-up,  dusty,  scruffy,  malfunctioning  little
piece of junk as our choice transportation."

Danielle  Moonstar  leaned backwards against the wall of the warehouse
where  the  mutant  team  X-Force  currently  lived.  "I see you still
haven't gotten over your obsession, 'Berto", she smiled with amusement
as  she looked over the bright red Ferrari Testarossa.  "Been watching
many Magnum reruns lately?"

"Feh",  Roberto shot a mock-annoyed glance at Dani.  "I do not need to
watch reruns to remember the greatest television show ever."

"When is it on?" Tabitha asked.

"9:30 pm every Tuesday night", Roberto replied.

                                 ***

"Doesn't it hurt?"

KLAKKT!

"Ah've  learned  ta deal with it, Jim", Samuel Zachery Guthrie replied
as he parried the bo staff with his own, going to a crouch and raising
the staff horizontally above himself.

"Fekt!"  James Proudstar cursed as his overhead blow glanced off Sam's
staff and left him off-balance and vulnerable to a counterattack.  His
muscles quickly tensed in anticipation of the coming blow.

"Fekt??"  Sam  asked as he brought his staff around from the parry and
sweeped  low  with it, intending to knock Jimmy's feet from underneath
the Apache.  "Fekt??  When did you turn into Shatterstar?"

"I  guess  I picked up a couple of things from him", Jimmy answered as
his  legs  thrust,  sending him upwards in a leap.  Not only did he go
over  Sam's  staff,  but  also  over  Sam himself, landing in a crouch
behind  the  Kentuckian  before  finishing his sentence with, "when we
trained together."

"*Now*  you  tell  me", Sam hissed, just before feeling his opponent's
staff  smash  right into his back, sending a spasm of pain thru him as
he lost his balance and toppled forwards with an "UNGH!"

"Well,  would  *you*  reveal  that  you  had  the  upper hand *before*
starting  the  fight?"  Jimmy asked as he brought his staff around and
prepared  to  administer the coup d' grace to Sam.  "As I recall, your
keeping  cards  hidden  was  what  got  us  victory  when  Exodus came
calling..."

"Good  memory",  Sam wheezed as he tried to recover from the blow that
had  laid  him  low,  but  knew he couldn't do it fast enough to dodge
staff that was already whistling down thru the air towards him.

"What  --?" Jimmy blinked as his blow glanced off the blast field that
suddenly appeared around Sam, a dull orange glow of biochemical energy
which  served as an impenetrable force field.  "I thought we agreed no
powers!"

"Ah've  decided you've been using yoah superfast reflexes", Sam simply
replied,  and  kicked out with his left leg, using it to sweep Jimmy's
legs  from  underneath  the  Apache  while  the surprise still had its
maximum effect.

"UNFF!"  Jimmy  coughed  as  he toppled backwards and crashed onto his
back  onto  the  floor,  momentarily  breathless and helpless from the
impact.   "*Now*  you  tell me", he said, and opened his eyes, only to
see  Sam's  tall  form towering beside him, and holding the tip of his
staff against Jimmy's throat.

"Like  you  said, Jimmy", Sam smiled, "mah keeping cards hidden is the
key  ta  winning."  He lowered his staff away from Jimmy's throat, and
instead extended his hand down at the Apache, offering to help him up.
"An'  I'm  pretty good at playin' cards -- just ask Gambit", he smiled
playfully,  recalling the time when he had beaten the Cajun thief in a
game of poker.

"I  don't  doubt  that  one bit, Sam", Jimmy answered as he took Sam's
hand  and pulled himself up.  "You always were a player.  Much more of
a fighter and leader than I've ever been."

"Don't  sell  yourself  short,  Jimmy",  Sam  answered, and picked the
Apache's  staff  from  the  ground  to join his own staff in his hand.
Then,  he  put  both  staves  away  onto  the  rack on the wall of the
training  room.   "You've  always  been the heart and soul of X-Force,
from  the  beginning.   The  backbone's that's always been there.  And
don't think we don't appreciate it."

"It's  not  that I think you don't appreciate it", Jimmy answered, and
walked  over  to  one of the closets in the large hall, and pulled out
two  towels.   "But I really don't see myself as the heart and soul of
the  team,  Sam."  He tossed the other towel over to Guthrie, and then
dried  his  own  face off with the remaining one.  "That's always been
you.  Or maybe Bobby, in a weird way."

"We've  both  been away from the team for long times", Sam answered as
he  caught  the towel and wiped his face dry as well, then flipped the
towel onto his shoulder.  "You've always been here."

"Doesn't  matter",  Jimmy  answered and turned around, heading for the
door  to  the  showers.   "You  and Bobby've been around since the New
Mutants  begun.  That's still a hell of a lot more time than I've been
here."

"Well,  it's  not  the  length  that counts, it's how you use it", Sam
grinned  as  he  followed  Jimmy  into  the  showers.  "So what're you
planning?"

"I  wish  I  knew",  Jimmy answered as he tossed his towel down onto a
bench  and  then  pulled  off  his sweaty shirt.  "I just feel like --
like,  you  know, I'm on the team because there's nothing else I know.
Not because I *want* to be here."

"Ah  see",  Sam nodded and started stripping himself off as well.  "Ah
guess  that  might be a mite like what Ah felt like on the X-Men.  All
mah  life,  I've  figured that's where Ah wanted ta go, but once I got
there  --  well,  once Ah got there, it wasn't so special.  And I just
kinda  hung on with them, until Ah realized mah place wasn't with 'em,
it  was  with mah family -- you guys." He paused as he started pulling
off  his  pants,  stripping  himself  down to his white cotton briefs.
"Maybe  --  if'n  ya  don't  feel  at  home  here,  maybe your place's
somewhere else, Jim?"

"I  dunno, Guthrie", Jimmy mused.  "I don't *have* anywhere else.  You
had something to return *to* -- I don't.  I think it'd be more running
away *from*, than going back *to*, if I left."

"Running away from Terry?" Sam asked as he slipped his briefs off, and
headed towards the showers.

Jimmy  sighed  and  looked  down  for  a  moment,  then shrugged as he
finished  stripping  off as well, and headed after Sam to the showers.
"I suppose."

"Speaking  o' Terry", Sam frowned, and turned his shower on, flinching
slightly as the cold water started pouring over him before starting to
adjust  the  temperature  upwards  gradually, "what's with this Risque
gal?  What's her story?"

"Saved  me  from  Selene",  Jimmy  answered a bit tensely, "took me to
Florida  with  her,  we had some fun, she betrayed me.  Sold me off to
some guy named Sledge.  I think she was in debt to him over something,
and  he wanted me to do a job for him...fetch the Vanisher out of some
pocket  dimension."  He  shrugged,  and turned his shower on, standing
beside  the  water  fall  while  he  waited for it to get warm, before
stepping  underneath  it.   "I  don't  want anything to do with Gloria
anymore."

"But  you  were happy with her?" Sam asked as he let his neck go limp,
his   head  dangling  forwards  lazily  as  the  shower  caressed  his
exercise-tensed body.

"Well, until she sold me off, yeah", Jimmy frowned a bit angrily.

"Jimmy",  Sam  said  calmly.  "Sometimes we do things we regret.  Even
the  best  of  us make mistakes.  If she's all ya got outside X-Force,
maybe you oughta give her a second chance?"

"Would you give Tabitha a second chance?"

Sam  froze  in place, and winced mentally.  He stayed quiet for a long
time, and then said, "Ah guess Ah see your point."

"Which  brings  us  back  to  what  we  were  talking about during the
exercise",  Jimmy  said  quietly,  as  he took a bottle of shampoo and
started  rubbing the liquid into his hair.  "How can you manage seeing
Tabitha  together  with  Bobby?   I  don't think I could handle seeing
Terry with another guy..."

"No  use  cryin'  over spilled milk, Jimmy", Sam said as he rolled his
head around from side to side slowly.  "Ah messed things up, an' Ah've
gotta  face  the consequences.  If Ah'd been more attentive to her, we
might still be together.  It ain't her fault, or Bobby's."

"I  wish  I could have an attitude like that", Jimmy mused.  "If I saw
Terry  with another guy, I'd just end up thinking over and over again,
what's  that guy have that I didn't?  Why did he succeed and I didn't?
And  I  suppose  I'd  get bitter that she'd choose him and not me.  If
that ever happened, I couldn't stick around to watch it."

Sam  nodded  silently,  and  started  lathering up his blond hair with
shampoo  as well after he felt his neck muscles were at least somewhat
relaxed  and less achy.  "What coupla guys we are, huh?  The two girls
in the world that we love, and they don't want us."

"Life  sucks,  Sam.   I learned that when my brother joined the X-Men,
and  got  killed.  And when I quit the Hellions, and went back home to
Camp  Verde,  to  see  everybody dead.  And when I joined X-Force, and
found  out  all  my  old  classmates  had  been killed by that bastard
Fitzroy."  James  Proudstar sighed and shook his head as he started to
rinse  his  hair.   "I've  been  hurt so much already...I just want to
settle down and be happy for a change."

"Ah've  noticed you don't use the 'Warpath' name anymore", Sam pointed
out questioningly.

"I don't hold a grudge against Xavier anymore for John's death", Jimmy
answered.   "And  I've  found  out Stryfe was responsible for the Camp
Verde  massacre, and well -- he's dead.  And we killed Fitzroy back at
your  place in Kentucky, when the Younghunt was on, as far as I know."
He  shrugged,  and  reached for the soap after his hair was thoroughly
rinsed.  "There's nothing to be on the warpath against anymore, Sam."

"Well,  except the general anti-mutant sentiment", Sam answered.  "But
Ah dunno if you've ever gone for that particular battle."

"I'm  not  a politician, Sam.  I'm no good with words", Jimmy replied.
"If I was, I'd be with Terry."

"You hope."

"Well,  yeah.   I  hope."  Jimmy  sighed  and shook his head.  "No use
hoping.   I just wish --" He paused, and frowned a bit, then shook his
head again and said, "Nevermind."

"What?"  Sam  asked  as he got a bar of soap and started lathering his
hands  up  as  his  eyes  lingered  confusedly  on  the  form of James
Proudstar.

James  sighed,  and bit his bottom lip.  Then, he lightly hit his fist
against  the wall of the shower room.  "Well, this is going to make me
sound  like  a jerk -- but I wish we could've made love.  Even if it'd
have  been  just  once.   I  just  --  I  would've wanted something to
remember  her  by."  He  snorted  faintly.   "I guess this is the male
sex-centered mindset speaking."

Sam  blushed  slightly.   "So  you  --  Ah  mean, you two -- you never
actually --?"

"Nope", Jimmy answered, and ran the soap under his arms, then down his
sides to his hips.  "Not even close."

"Oh",  Sam said quietly, and turned away from Jimmy to hide the slight
arousal  he  was  starting  to  get  from  the  thought  of Theresa in
conjunction  with  sex.   He  tried  turning  his  thoughts  away from
Theresa,  and  asked,  "Have you and Dani been talking much lately?  I
remember  you  and  her  used  to have something going back in the old
days..."

"Maybe  something  small,  but  it  never amounted to anything", Jimmy
sighed  again.   "Seems like every time I get to like someone, I don't
have  the  guts to say or do anything about it because I'm scared they
don't  feel  the same way, and they'll run away.  Not that I've really
liked  that  many  people,  in that way...  I used to like Dani, but I
don't  know  anymore...  And then there's Terry...  And Gloria.  And I
think  that's  about  it." He smiled faintly.  "At least there was one
good  thing  about Gloria", he said bitterly.  "She was great in bed."
The  smile  quickly  faded,  and he murmured quietly, "Not that I have
much to compare her to..."

"Well,  Ah don't have that much experience mahself", Sam smiled sadly.
"Ah  used ta have the biggest crush on Amara -- never thought Ah'd get
over  her givin' me the cold shoulder until Ah met Lila, an' she swept
me off mah feet.  And after her -- well, there was Tab.  And that's it
for me."

"Did  you  sleep  with  both Lila and Tabitha?" Jimmy asked curiously,
quirking  an  eyebrow  as  he  started soaping up his crotch, a slight
swelling beginning within him.

"Yeah",  Sam  blushed.  "Lila's the one Ah lost mah virginity to.  She
was  a  dang  sex  maniac.   Taught  me  pretty  much all Ah know", he
answered.  "Not that Tabs fell much short'a Lila..."

"Yeah,  I  know what you mean", Jimmy said, and started getting a hint
of  a smile back to his lips.  "Gloria was like that, too...  We spent
a  couple  of  weeks almost entirely in bed." He turned around to show
his  back  to Sam, and the huge bird tattoo covering almost the entire
back.  "That's when I got this.  I don't know if I should regret it or
not."

Sam  glanced over his shoulder, and then blinked at the sight, turning
fully  around to see it properly.  "Wow", he commented, and then said,
"Paige's  always  been  teasin'  me about wanting to get a tattoo.  Ah
guess now that she's got her huskin' powers, Ah might actually let 'er
do  it."  He  smiled,  and  said,  "Ah  can  tell 'er to get rid of it
whenever Ah want."

"Handy  power  to  have", Jimmy said, and glanced down a bit, at Sam's
full  eight-inch  erection.   "No  wonder  you  hooked  those two", he
chuckled  faintly.   "I  can't imagine why they'd have wanted to leave
you though..."

Sam  blushed  crimson, and turned around again to hide the evidence of
his  arousal,  kicking  himself  mentally over having even gotten onto
this  topic.   "Size  ain't  everything, Jimmy -- 's what Lila used to
always tell me back when we were together..."

"I  suppose that's true", Jimmy nodded.  "I mean, Bobby doesn't have a
particularly big one, and he seems to do well enough..."

"Well,  he's  the  *only*  one  of  us who does, period", Sam replied.
"Sometimes  when  he  and  Tabs  can't keep quiet at night, Ah'm about
ready  ta walk in and clobber them for flaunting it and not keeping it
down."

Jimmy chuckled slightly at the mental image. "They'd probably invite
you to join them", he joked.

"Not  funny, Jim", Sam said with a faint glare in the direction of the
Apache,  and  then sighed with a shake of his head.  "Sorry.  Ah guess
they're still a sore spot with me."

"That's  understandable",  Jimmy said, and turned his shower off after
rinsing  all  the  soap  off himself.  "Like I said earlier, I'm still
pretty sore about Terry myself."

"We'd  better  just  drop  the topic", Sam nodded, and started rinsing
himself off.  "So, what do you think of Jesse?"

"I'm  not  sure yet", Jimmy answered as he walked off to the bench and
grabbed  his towel, starting to dry himself off.  "That boy feels like
he's  hiding  more  secrets  than almost anyone I've ever met.  And he
knows  more about us than I feel comfortable with.  And it's like he's
trying to push all our buttons somehow."

"Yeah,  's  what  I'd  thought, too", Sam said as he turned his shower
off,  and  walked  over  to  his bench, sitting down with a thoughtful
expression.  "I'd better have a word with Dani and Dom about him."

"Sure you want to talk to Dom about him?"

Sam quirked an eyebrow at Jimmy's words.  "What do you mean?"

"Well, just that -- well, I don't know.  He seems to be hanging around
Domino  an  awful  lot.   And  Domino  doesn't  seem  to  mind." James
Proudstar  shrugged  faintly.   "Just an odd feeling at the back of my
neck.  Nevermind."

A  concerned  frown rose slowly onto Sam's face, but he then discarded
it.   "Ah'll  think  about  it."  He  finished drying himself off, and
started  getting  dressed  again.   "In the meantime -- how about that
codename?"  he  asked.   "Locus  said  you'd  one day take on the name
Pridewalker."

"I wouldn't take *anything* Locus says at face value", Jimmy said with
a  wrinkle  of  his  nose as he pulled his pants on.  "It might've all
been  a  trick.   If it wasn't, and she *has* seen the future -- well,
she  might've  changed  it by telling me.  And if she was lying -- I'm
definitely  not  picking that name.  I'll pick my names myself, rather
than rely on a two-bit MLFer."

"Thought  about going back to Thunderbird?" Sam asked as he pulled his
shirt on.

"I've  thought  about  it",  Jimmy  nodded.  "But it feels like a step
back, to being a kid, rather than going ahead.  On the other hand", he
shrugged, "it might be who I am."

Sam  nodded  and  walked  over to a mirror, starting to comb his moist
hair.   "Well,  as  long  as  it  ain't  'Deadpool',  Ah  won't have a
problem..."

Jimmy groaned softly.  "Don't even remind me of that lunatic." He took
a deep breath, and said, "Actually, I've been considering 'Mustang'."

"You're gonna name yourself after a car?" Sam quirked an eyebrow.

"Not just a car, Sam", Jimmy said.  "But what it stands for.  The wild
expanse of America, and a stallion riding free, fast as the wind..."

"Ah  suppose  it  does have a kinda glamor at that", Sam shrugged, and
put his comb away.  "Like Ah said, your call, Jim."

James  nodded  slowly, and then headed out of the shower room, exiting
into the training hall.

Sam  almost  bumped  into  Jimmy's  back as he realized the Apache had
stopped almost dead in his tracks after going thru the door.

"Hello, Theresa."

                                 ***
SCREEEEECH

Danielle  Moonstar  watched  calmly as the bright red sportscar curved
onto  the  street, slammed down its brakes and skidded the rear around
with  the  screeching complaint of strained rubber.  The car slid into
place  perfectly  onto its parking spot beside the warehouse where the
mutant teens of X-Force currently lived.

KRSH

Almost perfectly.

"Ah, droga!" Roberto Da Costa muttered as he looked to the side mirror
and  saw  the  left-hand  rear  corner of the Ferrari in way too close
proximity  with  a  lamppost.   He wrinkled his nose and his lips drew
into a slight pout.

"Nice going, Evil Kneivel", Tabitha Smith commented sarcastically from
the  passenger's  seat.   "I guess I should be thankful you didn't get
either of us killed..."

"Evil  Kneivel  drove  a motorcycle", Roberto grunted as he swung open
his  door  and stepped out of the car, heading over to the back of the
car to check the damage.

"So?"  Tabitha  shrugged  as she exited the vehicle as well and walked
over  to  the  back  of  the car to join Roberto.  "A trick driver's a
trick driver.  And face it, you're definitely not one", she grinned.

"Harumph",  Roberto  just muttered and ran his fingers over the dented
metal  and  the  shattered  tail  light.  "Stupid car doesn't *handle*
right..."

"Oh,  right",  Danielle  smiled  as  she  walked over to the pair, and
rested  her  chin  on  Roberto's  shoulder playfully.  "Far be it from
*you* to actually have a *shortcoming*..."

"Bobby?" Tabitha mock-gasped in horror at the tall Cheyenne woman, her
eyes  widening  in  an  exaggerated expression.  "A *shortcoming*?  Oh
*please*, Dani, *say* it ain't *so*!"

Roberto  grumbled  and  shot a glare at the two women, then started to
walk  away towards the entrance to the warehouse, a storm cloud saying
"I hate you two" almost visible over his head.

The  two  women managed to hold a quivering smile until he had entered
the  building,  and  then  collapsed  into uncontrolled laughter, Dani
leaning  against the lamppost and Tabitha banging her fist against the
back of the Ferrari.

                                 ***

"H'lo,  Jimmy",  Theresa  Rourke  Cassidy grunted without looking over
towards  the two men emerging from the shower room.  Her attention was
on  the  100 pounds of steel she was holding up as she lay on her back
on  the  bench.  Gradually, she brought the bar downwards, making sure
to hold it all the way and not let her muscles buckle and let it fall.

KLANGG

Steel  met  steel, as the bar descended onto its support-rest-thingee,
and  Theresa  let  her muscles relax for a moment, her grip on the bar
loosening,  and then ending completely as her exhausted arms fell limp
beside her.

"Um, I need ta head off t'...  Ah've got something to do", Sam Guthrie
said  and  started to head towards the door out of the gym hall.  "See
you later, guys..."

James Proudstar quirked an eyebrow at Sam, and then glanced briefly to
Theresa.   "Yeah,  me  too", he said.  "Take care, Terry.  Be careful,
don't  hurt  yourself..."  He  turned his back on her and followed Sam
towards the exit.

Theresa's eyes narrowed at the two men, but she didn't say anything as
they opened the door out of the gym.

"Oof",  Sam uttered as he bumped straight into Roberto Da Costa in the
doorway.   "Hi  Bobby -- sorry", he said, stepping thru the doorway to
make way for the Brazilian to enter the gym.

"No  problem",  Roberto  replied with a slightly stormy expression and
followed  up with a "Hi, Sam", and a quick nod to his best friend.  He
then  turned his eyes onto Jimmy.  "Proudstar", he said neutrally, and
gracefully slipped past both of them into the gym.

"Hey  Bobby", Jimmy replied more amicably than the black man, and then
with a brief wave of his hand, exited the gym, closing the door behind
him.

Roberto  Da Costa's angry eyes found the sweaty body of Theresa Rourke
Cassidy, and slowly traveled up to meet her narrowed eyes.

                                 ***

"He isn't too fond of me, is he?"

"Not  too,  nope",  Sam Guthrie answered as the two men headed towards
the  kitchen  areas  of the warehouse.  "Ah think he never did.  Dunno
why.   Bobby  gets that way with some people." He shrugged and glanced
to  James Proudstar.  "Sorry about that.  He's mah best friend, but he
really can be a stubborn ass sometimes."

"It's  okay",  Jimmy answered as they entered the kitchen areas and he
headed  over  to  the  fridge,  opening it and taking out a pitcher of
orange  juice.   "It's  not  like  I'm trying to win over his heart or
anything  --  speaking of which, you don't really have anywhere to get
to, do you?"

Sam  shook  his head and took a bag of sliced bread out of a cupboard.
"Nope", he answered.  "Just thought Ah'd give you and Terry an opening
if  y'all  wanted  ta talk." He opened the bag and took out some bread
slices.  "Don't look like you wanted to."

"The  *last* thing I need these days is to talk to her", Jimmy replied
and  took  two glasses out of another cupboard and poured them full of
the  orange  juice.   "I'm trying to get my heart to *forget* her, and
seeing her wherever I turn isn't exactly helping.  I guess that's part
of  why  I  want  to  run away.  If I stay here, it's just tearing the
wound open again and again, and never letting it heal."

"Ah  understand", Sam nodded and pulled out a sharp knife, starting to
slice  up  some  cheese,  sausage and tomatos to put between the bread
slices.   "Ah  don't feel the same way, but Ah understand.  T' tell ya
the truth, Ah've been thinkin' o' takin' Tabitha back..."

"At  least she *wants* you back", Jimmy commented as he quickly gulped
down his glass of juice, and then re-filled it.  "I'm just going to be
hurt  if  I  stick  around.   You  at  least  have a chance of getting
together  with  Boomer."  He  shrugged slightly.  "I think you should.
Everyone can see you two love each other."

"Well,  Ah  *do*  love  her,  but..." Sam frowned and finished slicing
stuff   up,  and  started  to  lay  them  between  the  bread  slices,
accompanied  with  big  bushes  of  salad.  "She *cheated* on me, Jim.
How'm Ah gonna know she won't do it again?"

"You don't", Jimmy answered as he grabbed one sandwich as Sam finished
it.  "But let me ask you one question -- isn't she worth the risk?" He
peered  at  the  sandwich  in his hand thoughtfully a moment, and then
quirked an eyebrow, asking, "No butter?"

Sam smiled faintly, and shook his head.  "Sorry.  Ah don't use butter,
didn't  think  to  put  some  in  for you..." He opened the fridge and
pulled  out a container of butter.  "Here ya go, have a ball." He then
resumed  making  the  next sandwich with a thoughtful expression.  "As
for Tabitha..."

                                 ***

"You really love him, don't you?"

"God,  yeah,  Dani", Tabitha Smith answered as she opened the door and
entered  a  small  Turkish  restaurant,  closely  followed by Danielle
Moonstar.   "I'm dying without him", she said with a pained expression
as  she  glanced  around  the  mostly  empty estabilishment and nodded
questioningly towards a remote corner booth.

Dani  nodded  in agreement and the pair headed over to the booth, took
off their jackets and tossed them over the backs of their seats.  "I'm
sorry",  she  said quietly, and then glanced towards the cash register
where  a Turkish man -- who, despite not being black, somehow reminded
her  of  Roberto's  father  --  was  waiting for them to come over and
order.  "You know what you wanna get?"

"I  guess",  Tabitha  nodded  and started heading over to the counter,
glancing  up  to the board above the man for the selection and quickly
picked  something.  "A marmara and a large Coke, please", she told the
man and dug up some cash from her pocket, handing it over to the man.

"Strong  or mild sauce?" the man asked in an accented voice which made
Tabitha  blink  once  before her brain wrapped around the sentence and
managed to filter out the accent.

"Um...mild,  thanks", she answered, and then stepped aside to let Dani
order,  while  she  occupied herself with grabbing a fork, a knife and
some paper from the table next to her.

"I'll  have  a  Pizza Tropicana, thanks, and some milk", Dani told the
man  and  dug  up  her  wallet.   "And plenty of oregano, please", she
smiled  as she handed over the cash, then stuffed the wallet back into
the back pocket of her jeans.

"All  right.   Will  be  ready in fifteen minutes", the man nodded and
turned around, heading off the cash register and into the kitchen area
behind him, starting to get busy.

Dani  grabbed  a fork, a knife and some paper as well, and then headed
back  to  their table with Tabitha.  "I'm sorry about Sam -- but he'll
take  you  back,  I  *promise*.   He's too soft to stay angry forever.
Just give him a while to get over it..."

"Thanks",  Tabitha  said  quietly as she sat into her chair and stared
quietly down at the table for a moment.  "You're being too nice to me,
you know.  It *was* your boyfriend I scr...uh, slept with..."

Dani  smiled,  a  hint of sadness passing over her eyes briefly.  "You
can  say  'screwed'  to  me.   I'm  not  sixty  years old", she made a
half-hearted joke in an attempt to lift the mood slightly.  "And..." A
frown  broke thru onto her face for a moment, forcing her to swallow a
bit.  "Well, let's just say that if we have to routinely put our lives
in each others' hands, there's no room for grudges, Tabitha..."

"I  wish  Sam  felt  that  way", Tabitha said quietly, and drummed the
table  nervously  with her fingers.  Then, the fingers paused, and she
looked  hesitantly  into  Dani's eyes.  "I really didn't mean to screw
him...honest.  It just...happened...  I'm really sorry..."

"It's okay", Dani said with a sad smile.  "It's okay...  I've put this
behind  me,  and...well..."  She  forced a grin.  "Let's just drop the
topic, okay?  I don't want to remember any of it...  'Berto cheated on
me  once, it happened, there's nothing I can do about it except try to
forget it..."

"I swear it won't happen ever again..." Tabitha offered.

"It'd better not", Dani said sharply.

                                 ***

Theresa  Rourke  Cassidy watched Roberto Da Costa's bare torso glisten
with  sweat  all  over,  and  the  slacks covering him from waist-down
starting  to  stick  to  his  skin from the perspiration.  She watched
those  gorgeous  muscles,  tense  and flowing underneath the chocolate
skin,  the  image  of  perfection,  a  sight  that  could make statues
envious.  It mesmerized her.

"...four    hundred   ninety   eight...nnngg...four   hundred   ninety
nine...nnn-nnff...FIVE hundred!" he said triumphantly, and then with a
"Gnahh!" sound lowered the metal bar onto its support structure.

KLANNG

"Not  bad",  Theresa  said  with a voice that was slightly breathless,
even  though  she  hadn't  done  anything  but  watch him the past few
minutes.   She  couldn't  restrain  her  tongue  from flicking out and
licking her lips very briefly.

"'Not bad'?" Roberto asked with a disdainful voice, his exhausted eyes
opening  to  look at Theresa standing at the head of the bench.  "Half
an  hour ago, you were straining to get a *tenth* of five hundred with
a *third* of this weight..."

"Tha'  was  me",  Theresa replied off-handedly.  "You're you.  I don't
work out near as much as y' do."

"Hnh",  Roberto  snorted,  and sat up on the bench, bending forward to
touch  his  forehead to his knees, letting out a relieved "Ahh" at the
feeling  of a vertebrae pop in his back.  He slipped off the bench and
stood   straight,  extending  his  aching  arms  above  his  head  and
stretching  them  out  before  lowering  them  to his sides.  "So what
*will* I have to do to impress you?"

Theresa quickly bit back a "Just stand there" comment, and looked into
the  Brazilian's eyes thoughtfully.  "When I was stayin' on Muir Isle,
me  da  took  me  on a run 'round the island early every mornin'." She
crossed  her arms over her chest and smiled.  "Beat me at runnin', an'
I'll be impressed."

A very mischievous smirk slowly crept onto Roberto's face.  "Deal."

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