Ella woke, weeks later, to the familiar knock on her door letting her know Deckard was ready to work out. She got up as usual and pulled her hair up before joining him.

"Do you want to move on to attack positions this morning?" she asked once she was by his side, "I think that might be important if we get attacked, call me crazy."

Deckard didn't reply to her suggestion but instead moved forward to catch her with a punch from below. Ella dodged his attack easily and backed up to look at him, "I'm not a rookie, you're going to have to do better then that."

Deckard grinned as he moved again, moving as if he was going to grab her but as she prepared he turned and got behind her, grabbing her in a firm hold, "This is a rookie move," he whispered.

Ella grinned as she pulled all of her body weight to the floor, sliding out of his hold while also catching him off balance and knocking him to the floor. She stood over him and crouched down to protect from his legs.

"Was that a rookie move?" she asked with a wide smile crossing her lips.

Deckard didn't reply once more as he rolled over swiftly and pulled himself out from under her and back to his feet sending her on her back on the floor, "More time in the field allows you to add your own twist to the learned academy moves," he stated as he reached his hand out to help her up.

Ella wasn't ready to be defeated as she kept his eyes locked on hers and straightened her legs to give him a swift kick to his ankles bringing him to the floor with her, "I didn't graduate yesterday," she corrected him.

He looked over at her with a smile on his face, "You're not half bad. We're going to end up really hurting each other at this rate. Wanna take a break?"

"Absolutely not," she replied as she looked back at him, their eyes meeting as she moved to lay next to him, "Are you sure you don't want to be more then hiding from the law friends?" she asked, trailing her finger across the floor to his chest and up to his cheek where she allowed the rest of her hand to join.

He didn't respond as he continued to look at her, his reserves breaking down over the last two months. "This building is huge if we had a fight," she continued, "I think we could be great together, if you'd give us a chance,"

"I haven't been with anyone in thirty years," he replied, "And I loved her. I don't want to fall in love again and it's already hard not to but I can't risk myself again," he revealed, allowing himself to be vulnerable as he stared into her eyes, looking for her reaction.

He saw understanding in her eyes as she answered, "It's ok. I don't want you to feel pressured into anything," she stood up and offered her hand, shaking off the emotions she felt, "Let's get back to work or maybe we should resume tomorrow?"

He grasped her hand and stood along with her, placing his hands on her upper arms, "I am not trying to hurt you and if I could bear to have my heart broken again, I would gladly make love to you right now. Don't think this has anything to do with you."

"I get it," she said softly, "Let's train more tomorrow. I'll go on a supply run, sound good?" she asked as she backed away from his touch, her own heart as vulnerable as his.

Deckard nodded and turned away leaving her alone. She took a moment and sat down on the floor before getting lost in thought.

Ella had felt attraction to Deckard the first time she saw him, even with him holding a blaster on her, but as she'd gotten to know him, it had only gotten worse. He was right when he said they shouldn't mix their relationship up because they hadn't done a thing and she already felt like her time here with him would last an eternity. With each day, her heart was his more and more and she knew soon, she wouldn't have anything left.

Ella took a deep breath and stood from the ground once more before she went to gather supplies for her trek out. If she ever found another place where she could live out her days, she would just to stop the hurting that she was battling each day.

She sighed once more and looked up the stairs knowing that he was about to take a seat at the piano for his morning whiskey as she walked out to gather what they would need for the next month.