Hidden Instincts

Disclaimer: Don't own Atlantis or any of the people in the show.. though i'd like to... nevermind. I do own Tiffany and Colleen however..(technically my friend owns colleen but she's my friend so w/e i know she doesn't mind..)

A/N: Enjoy. This is another Stargate fic, cause stargate is and will forever be my absolute favorite show. Please read and comment. And for those who are reading my other fics i will update ASAP this is just me posting new material to spice things up a bit.

"Ok, i'm changed, now what?" Lorne brings his arms down from a stretch, one that, to Colleen's delight, picked up his tank top revealing a few inches of his stomach.

"Now, we start"

"What are we starting with"

"You're gonna stretch" He says as he picks up a water bottle and sips from it. A small stream of water running down his chin and neck. Stop Colleen she thinks to herself, watching him wipe the water with a strap of the tank top.

"Aren't you gonna stretch too?" she asks pulling her hair up once again.

"I did.. while you were gone."

"So you're just gonna stand there and watch me.." she says as she sits, trying to reach her toes with her hands.

Lorne couldn't help but laugh... "Until you're done yes" he says sitting on the ground cross legged. Turning away from him she smiles and shakes her head.

"So what do you do Doctor?" he says making conversation with her until her stretches are done.

"I'm a Doctor... that itself should explain what i do" she says standing and bending to the side.

"No, i mean what do YOU like to do"

"Like... in my free time?"

"exactly"

"Uh" she says thinking.

"I like to sing... and i've been dancing since i was about four" she says straightening out and walking over to him. He hands her a bottle.

"What's this?"

"I brought it for you" He says closing his and placing it on the floor beside his leg. "I knew you wouldn't be expecting this so i thought i'd bring you something to drink."

"Thank you" she says opening the bottle and sipping it.

"So you're an artist" he says getting back on topic.

"You could say that i guess" she says sitting in front of him.

"My mother taught me to paint, she was an art teacher." he says leaning back, his arms behind him holding him up.

"You paint?" She asks intrigued.

"I do"

"What do you paint?"

"Mostly scenery, buildings, landmarks... I painted Atlantis a few years back"

"You painted a picture of Atlantis" he nods.

"Can i see it?"

"If you want to, i could show you after we're done here" he says getting up.

He offers a hand and she takes it, allowing him to pull her up off the floor. "But, if i show you my paintings you have to show me your voice" Taken aback by his request she stumbles.

"Uh, what?" she asks.

"I want to hear you sing, you say you can, show me"

"You don't want to hear me" she says shaking her head.

"Yes i do, You either sing, or you dance for me... right here, right now" he says pointing all around him. "You got the whole room" She squints, he gave her no choice...

"Fine i'll sing for you... but only you got that?"

"Deal." Lorne moves around to her right side, "Ok, stand like you're about to punch someone." She puts her arms up, fists clenched tight. "Move your elbows closer to your body, The closer they are the more control you have." She moves her elbows in. "Spread your legs a little" he says walking around her. "Ok that's good right there" He stands in front of her. "Don't lock your knees" she loosens up. "Ok, now, punch me" he says

"I don't want to punch you" she says standing straight, taking her arms down.

"Just do it, I'll be fine, now get back into position" he orders. "Elbows close, there ya go, ok i'm ready when you are" he says standing directly in front of her. She punches with her right arm, her fist getting caught in his palm. "Ok, good, but way too slow, and light, punch like you really want to hit me."

"but i don't want to hit you" she says, staying in stance this time.

"Ok" he says thinking of a way to make this work. "Don't think of me as your friend, ok? i'm not Major Lorne right now" he pauses "I'm someone who just killed your best friend, but you don't have a gun"

"Wait.. wouldn't you have a gun?"

"I didn't say i shot your friend" She tilts her head

"Touche"

"Now, try again" She punches again, this time aiming lower. "Good, much better" he says catching her fist in his hand again. "Again, with your left hand this time" She does, but gets thrown off. "You're right handed" he observes.

"Yeah"

"Ok, well we'll just have to work on your left hand punches, go again but this time don't stop" he says blocking every one of her attempts to hit him. He takes her left hand in his palm, twisting her body around, pinning her left arm behind her back.

"Not fair" she says as she tries to free her hand from between his stomach and her back.

"Yes it is you were off guard"

"You never said i had to be on guard, you just said to punch you"

"Part of defending yourself is knowing your apponent's gonna fight back, you can't let them catch you off balance or it's over."

"I know that, but i didn't think we were fighting yet" she complains.

"Now you know" he says letting go, she pulls her hand away, her skin rubbing the tips of his fingers.

TBC