Scott walked past the combat training room and heard music coming from inside, this wasn't really a surprise as all of them usually worked out to their own playlists, but yet he was intrigued. He opened the door and poked his head round to see what was going on, his eyes laid on Kayo and Virgil dancing, but not ballroom or rhythmic, they were fighting.

"Hey guys, stop!" Scott ran in as Kayo backflipped almost hitting Virgil in the face.

Virgil hit the pause button on the phone and looked around at him, "Scott, what are you doing here?"
"I wasn't going to come in until I saw you guys fighting. What's happened?"

Kayo wiped her face with a towel then laughed, "it's called dance fighting."

"Dance fighting?"

"Yep, it's good for self-defence. Say Virgil was going to attack me? I can think of a song and confuse the attacker with dance moves before I incorporate kicks into it. Look, I'll show you."

Only then did Scott realise how little the two of them were wearing, Kayo only in a sports bra and shorts and his brother just wearing a tank top and shorts. Scott moved to stand against the wall and watched as Kayo pressed play on her phone, Virgil got into an attack stance in front of her pinning her to the wall and she grinned at him, her lower body swayed and in quick dodges she escaped out of his arms, he then replied with his own dance and Scott stared gobsmacked at his tank of a brother's flexibility effortlessly darting through Kayo's legs before they finished aiming a punch at each other but not making contact, they kissed instead and Scott cleared his throat.

"Umm, interesting."

Kayo smirked as she touched her wrist controller and the music turned off, "you see Scott? Of course, if we were being attacked then those punches would be real. Want to have a go?"

"I can't dance," Scott gulped, blushing slightly.

"Move the way you do when dodging, but add a dance flare."

Virgil sat down and grabbed a bottle of water, "this will be good."

"I can't do this," Scott sighed.

Kayo nodded, "come on, I'll be gentle."

"Hmm, I'm not sure about this," Scott took his shirt off and grabbed a clean tank top out of the lockers, "be back in a minute."

"I'll grade him," Virgil crossed his arms in amusement.

Kayo smirked as she stretched her calf muscles, "don't be mean Virgil, you weren't great when you first started."

"I was better than Alan."

"You certainly were."

Scott returned wearing joggers, "so, how do we start?"

"You mean what position?" Kayo asked as she walked away from Virgil.

"Yeah."

"Wait, you guys could dance to live music, hang on!" Virgil leapt up and ran out of the gym.

Kayo rolled her eyes, "he just wants to humiliate you. Do what I do ok And please don't tread on me or I'll revert to using actual fighting."

"So I don't hold you or anything?"

"Imagine we're combat training but the attack moves you make react to the music, keep track of the timing whether it's slow or fast. No doubt Virgil will go fast."

"Great," Scott's voice was coated with sarcasm and Kayo laughed as Virgil walked in holding his guitar and sat down on the bench in the room.

"Virgil, not too manic ok?"

"We'll see," Virgil simply smiled and propped his foot upon a weights brick.

"Let's try this Scott," Kayo nodded at Virgil and he strummed the rhythm to a tango, "don't panic and don't hit me."

Virgil watched them with a laugh and he played faster, "Scott, move your feet, if this were real you would have been knocked out ages ago."

"That's not helping, Virgil," Scott dodged Kayo's hands then yelped as she flipped over his legs.

Virgil shrugged, "I'm only pointing out the obvious."

Kayo twirled past the guitar and ran her hand across it before returning to the floor, "you're really not helping sweetheart."

Scott smirked and focused on the tune, "ok, I think I've got it."

Virgil's jaw dropped as he watched his eldest brother move in a way he had never seen before, he almost stopped playing but managed to keep his fingers pressed on the strings, he brought the tango to an end and Kayo balanced on Scott's shin holding an invisible knife aimed at his leg, "wow guys."

Scott grinned, "and that counts as combat training?"

Virgil put the guitar down, "according to Kayo."

Scott helped her to her feet, "have you used this on anyone?"

"Not yet, I would love to use it on Fuse, mainly because that man can't even walk gracefully, let alone fight," she chuckled, "we don't come across criminals often enough to have to use this technique, I just find it fun."

"Thanks for showing me," Scott smiled graciously, "I feel like I've worked out more than in usual training."

"Different body muscles," Kayo tucked her phone into her shorts, "shower time I think."

Virgil watched her go, "nice dancing, Scott, if you ever get a girlfriend, I'll tell her you can dance."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

Virgil dropped his guitar off in his room and heard the shower turn off, "Kayo?"

"Yeah, come in!"

Virgil smirked as he entered the ensuite, "I smell lavender."

Kayo smiled, "body lotion. The shower is all yours," she stroked the back of his neck and squeaked as he held her tightly against him.

"You could've waited for me," Virgil whispered next to her ear and she shivered.

"Not this time."

"FAB, I'll be out soon."

"Want a coffee?"

"Umm, I'd love one. Thanks," Virgil kissed her then turned the water on as Kayo shut the door behind her.

Kayo got dressed with a grin on her face then almost skipped down to the kitchen where John was sitting after deciding to take a break from zero gravity, "hi John."

"Someone's in a good mood huh?"

"I certainly am, your brother is the most charming man I've ever met."

John played cool, "which one?"

"Oh very funny," she got Virgil's piano decorated mug out of the cupboard and a cat one for herself, "I couldn't be with anyone else more compassionate."

"Mmm," John simply hummed in agreement.

Kayo rolled her eyes as she dropped a sugar cube into Virgil's mug, "ever heard of dance fighting John?"

"Yes, and you're not going to try it with me. I don't need to know how to use it."

"FAB," she poured with a frown then added milk without another word, before she left she simply uttered a short "bye" then walked upstairs to the lounge where Virgil was just entering, "that was quick. I was bringing it up to you."

"Practise can't wait," Virgil grinned as he sat down at the piano, "but thanks."

"I'll leave it on the desk," she held her mug in her hands and sat down close beside him, "Virg, does John like me?"