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Freddie was almost coming to terms with Anatoly. It was an overly frustrating feeling because Anatoly was who he always took things out on. Whenever he was in the mood to yell at someone or bother someone, he always took it out on Anatoly. He always made the man's life a living hell mostly just because he could but also because it helped him feel a little better. But now...he almost empathized with the other man.

For the last two days, he'd been on edge. He had been waiting to get into a fight. Unfortunately, Fight Club had already happened for the month and it wasn't likely there was going to be another one any time soon. Plus Anatoly was the only one he got into it with on a regular basis.

He walked along the boardwalk and tried to ignore the way that it felt like someone was itching underneath his skin.

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Lex had tried that trick before and Prior avoided the leg, elbowing him hard in the stomach instead. He didn't care whether he got beat down so long as Lex got beat down, too. He wanted Lex to suffer.

Suffering was good for Lex. He wanted to see Trumper bleed while his own skin turned purple with bruises. It wouldn't be a good fight if Lex didn't feel he'd earned it. He clenched an arm to his stomach and spun slightly to protect the sensitive area but in the process, drove his shoulder hard into Trumper's chest.

Freddie decided that he shouldn't look too hard into the fact that it was Lex he turned to when he wanted to get into a really good fight.

He stumbled back a few feet and then started trying to land punch after punch. It felt so good to just let loose and get rid of some of that tension and rage that he didn't know how to deal with. He and Sergievsky were supposed to be friendly now. Was it right to just go up and punch him like he would normally?

It was probably a good idea since Lex was thinking the same thing.

Especially since his anger was challenged at Freddie, no matter what he said otherwise. He didn't care about whatever feud they had going on, Anatoly was his to protect and anybody who touched him deserved a beating. That and the release for his guilt from the space station didn't hurt either.

He met Freddie's punches and traded them for some of his own, sometimes connecting, sometimes not. Shoulders, elbows, knees and feet, all traded blows with the other man. And damn did it feel good.

After a few minutes, Freddie didn't care who won. It was the blood and the sweat that mattered to him. The way that the more he hurt Lex, the more it was easier to forget his own life. The easier it was to forget that he was falling into the same trap that had almost destroyed him last time: love.

He didn't need it, he didn't want it and maybe Lex's fists on his skin could get it out of him.

Lex wanted the pain. He felt he deserved it with Helen laid up in the clinic, all broken and bruised because she'd come back to save him. Granted, he was grateful since without her he'd have been dead, but he hated how hurt she'd become in the process. It was probably childish, but the pain from Freddie's fists felt like some sort of minor redemption.

Though hitting Freddie back was purely in Anatoly's defense.

After a few minutes, Freddie stumbled back against one of the trees with a groan. He hurt and Prior wasn't going to be happy, but at least it meant that he was able to stop obsessing about the images he'd seen and the words he'd said to Prior.

For a little while.

When Trumper stumbled back, Lex bent over at the wait and rested his arms on his knees as he fought to take a few deep breathes. His stomach and chest were bruised, making it difficult. Anatoly wouldn't be happy at all.

But he felt better. Lighter. It was amazing what a good fight could do.

Finally taking a deep breath, he stood up and nodded to Trumper. He was good if Trumper was.

Freddie just nodded and started dragging himself up and off of the tree. Maybe he'd go take a soak before heading back to the firing squad.

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