Claimers: I own them. They're lovely really; even Jude. I sort of like her now. Damn.
Title: Tori Amos owns the line, from 'God'. Not me. 
Comments: Is it wrong for me to really like Jude? I think I may keep her.
 

Discord's POV

LaOC XVI - God, Sometime You Just Don't Come Through

'You need to watch out for her left hook, it's nasty, Dis.'
 
I block a kick, and then a quick series of punches.
Shit, she's improved.
She pounds a fist into my side, almost smashing some ribs while she's there.
 
'You been taking lessons, Mich?'
 
'No, you're getting lax.'
 
With that I fake a jab, grab her by her shoulders and slam her, face down, on the floor.
A quick jump, and I'm on her back, keeping her still.
 
'Am I? You been putting weight on, you weren't this soft a year ago, girl.'
 
She struggles to get free, but I'm comfortable so I think I'll kick back here for a bit.
 
'Dis, get your ass of me, I mean it!'
 
'My ass isn't on you. It's my...'
 
'Ok, don't say what's on me. At least get your knee out of my back. Thanks.'
 
I get off, and lie down on the gym floor, next to her.
She jabs my ribs as she rolls onto her back; always did like to get those cheap shots in.
 
We used to do this on earth.
Pick a park and lie there cloud watching, just talking about crap.
They were good times.
Then we split and... well, stuff happened, we drifted, no big deal.
And if I tell myself that enough, sometimes I even believe it.
I don't want her back, it's not that, just, the friend stuff was cool.
Too many people up here gunning for me, nice to have an ally.
 
'Why you gone all quiet, huh, Dizzy?'
 
She laughs, and pokes me in the ribs.
I slap her hand away, and she starts on again.
Doesn't give up when she's on a roll.
 
'Come on, Dizzy, why you all silent?'
 
'Mich, you call me Dizzy one more time and I'll break your legs.'
 
'Why'd you let Elle call you Dizzy if you hate it? You're such a spaz.'
 
I like it when she says it, it sounds... cute.
Just sounds stupid when anyone else does it.
Guess that's love for you.
 
I shrug my shoulders to answer her question.
Don't want her knowing I'm all loved up, no way.
She'll get that info and rib me for the rest of eternity.
 
'You worried about the challenge?'
 
'Worried about Jude? Why'd I be stressed about that skank?'
 
'Why are you answering my questions with questions?'
 
'Why are you doing the same back?'
 
'Dis, you're doing my head in. You stressed about the challenge or not?'
 
'No.'
 
I'm not.
I've got total self belief.
I'm the best, that's why I'm commander.
I earned my wings the hard way.
Wasn't born into it like Jude.
 
'What weapons are you going with?'
 
'Weapons? I thought it was brawn versus... well, brawn?'
 
She taps my head, real hard.
I hate it when she does that.
 
'Did you read that booklet I gave you on the challenges? I'm waiting. Don't shake your head like you're all "I don't care". You need to care.'
 
Can we choose weapons?
Was that in the booklet?
Shit, I used it to mop up a coffee spill.
 
'I'm picking a bazooka then. I'll blow her away before she gets in the arena.'
 
She laughs at me, then her face kind of drops, like, when you have to be all serious and tell someone... I don't know, just, tell them something bad.
 
'It can get real ugly in there during a challenge. This is Angel on Angel, not some half assed union protected fight. You're not fighting Lucy, no-one can come in and stop this. It's not a fight to the death, ok, but... you can't always heal the stuff that happens in there. Sometimes it stays with you up here.'
 
She touches my head again.
She has this sad look on her face.
Has she been in one of these?
Only one way to find out.
Direct route, best method.
 
'You win or lose yours?'
 
She props her self up on an elbow, looking down at me.
 
 
 
 
 
'I lost... to Jude.'