Story rating: PG
Theme: Drama. Minor Beka/Tyr.
Summary: Beka thinks she's getting fat from her new life on Andromeda,
so she goes to the gym to work out.
GETTING IN SHAPE
by Arianwen P.F. Everett
It was when the strap on her side arm began to fit a bit more snugly that Beka Valentine decided she really had some shaping up to do.
Now she definitely wasn't one of those women that judged themselves by their weight. She had way too much going for her for that. The scale in the Medical Bay claimed she was the same weight as when she first boarded the mighty Andromeda, but Beka also knew that fat weighed less than muscle, so her only conclusion had to be that she was turning her hard won muscle into fat by growing accustomed to the cushy life onboard a High Guard starship. That could not be allowed. As much as she liked Dillion and truly hoped that they'd be successful in restoring civilization, life had taught her to prepare for the worst. Staying fit was not only important to herself but to her crew. They depended on her. She had to get back into top form incase this easier way of life came crashing around all their ears and it was back to salvaging with the Maru.
So when she began seriously training again, and she felt her body becoming tighter and firmer, Beka had been pleased. That was until one day, while she was letting loose on a punching bag in the Rec Deck, she heard a deep, throaty, and definitely male laugh from behind her. Tyr.
"What's so funny?" Beka demanded, her lungs heaving, as sweat poured down her face.
"You are. What are you doing?" Tyr asked bemused by the sight of his 'superior' officer panting and sweating. If you turned your head just right, it looked like she was working out.
"I'm trying to get back into shape!" Beka spat back, before realizing how exactly like an ass she must appear to the incredibly sculptured Tyr.
"Really. Well it looked like you were attempting to redefine existentialism, previously defined by our Captain. You're wasting energy, and doing little to tone muscle. If you're serious, I can help you," Tyr offered, his joviality replaced by its usual stern seriousness.
"Why would you want to help me?" Beka asked suspiciously. Nietzchians always had an ulterior motive.
"The stronger and swifter you are, the less likely I will have to expend my resources in saving you the next time we run into trouble. Believe me Captain Valentine, it is in my own best interest," Tyr stated, moving to the rack of barbells in the corner. Pulling out two smaller ones, Tyr placed them in Beka's hands.
"Shall we begin?" Tyr asked, stepping closer to gently twist her arm into the proper position for a bicep curl with the 5 pound weight.
Remarkably Beka felt the faintest of fluttering in the pit of her stomach at their close proximity. Tyr definitely had animal magnetism, and if she didn't watch her step, she might get sucked into his gravitational pull.
God! What was she thinking?! This was Tyr!!!
Clearing
her errant thoughts and her slightly parched lips, Beka straitened her
back and nodded "Let's begin."