Learning to Fight With Ian Archer CJ's POV

It's amazing to me how one minute you can be on top of the world, and the next you can feel so helpless. So dependant. I guess I always knew this, but I never really understood it until today.

I had been walking in the hallway when Coach History bumped into me, I turned around to apologize and when I did, he was staring at me, not like I had a zit, but like creepy, stalker-y type of staring. God it scared me, but that wasn't even the worst part yet. He grabbed me by the hair and pushed me up against the wall and started kissing me. I kept pushing against him, trying to get him off me, but I wasn't strong enough, and I didn't know any maneuvers, I was stuck. For some reason there were no monitors in this hallway, WHY WERE THERE NO MONITORS! Why was I stuck here? Why me?


I was walking down the hall to the next class, but my vision turned red, and I saw some guy kissing CJ, and CJ was not okay with it, I veered left. My pre-flex never failed, there she was crying as Coach History held her by the hair. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and jerked him away from her; I threw him against the wall and punched him in the face. CJ collapsed into my arms.


Ian picked me up gently and pulled me into a tunnel, he knelt down and just held me for what seemed like hours. He listened to me as I finally spoke,

"I hate this! I hate how you always have to come and save me all the time, and I can't defend myself! I don't want to be the damsel in distress all the time! So why can't I stop?"

"Do you want me to teach you?"

"Teach me?" I looked at him.

"To fight CJ, enough to get out of situations like that one." I nodded and smiled.

Lessons began the next day, in the observatory when Gabe and Suki had long since fallen asleep and after the monitors had done the bed checks. They consisted of Ian showing me kicks, blocks and weaknesses in the human body where I could hit and make a quick getaway. He said he would only teach me the basics, but it was so fun we just kept doing it, until one day when we were walking in the hall and laughing. Coach History had all but disappeared, but he was in that hallway, he passed by me without a word, and I broke down.

Ian carried me into a tunnel again. He pulled me up and told me to name all the places I could hit him so that he would let go of me. I did. All of a sudden he pushed me against the wall as he said,

"Now do it."

I had to force myself to stop staring at him as I stomped on his toe and grabbed his arm; twisting him around so that his arm was coiled on his back, he was pinned. He grinned up at me, I grinned down at him. I let him go, he grabbed my ankle and brought me down with him. I landed with a thud. Then he twisted so he had me pinned, then the position changed and he was pinned, then me, then him, again, and again. After I had pinned him for what seemed like the hundredth time, he rolled away.

"Now if you can do that to me, imagine what you could do to Coach History. Why are you scared?"

I bit my lip and grinned, then I couldn't take it any more, I rolled so that I was next to him, he looked at me funny but said nothing. I scooted closer, he stared at me. I smirked again, then wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He put his arms around my waist and we kissed for what seemed like seconds but in reality was only about five minutes. When we broke apart we were both panting,

"Thank you for teaching me."

"Is that what that was, a thanks?"

"Oh yeah, you free this Friday?" We grinned.

The next time Coach History walked past Ian and I, I just smiled in his direction, and interlocked Ian and my's fingers.