Fighter

Chapter 1 Punch

A/N -- This is the one shot "Boxing" and it's obviously turning into a multi chapter story. The first chapter is just the same one shot.... so it will continue from here. 

The pounding echoes of boxing gloves against the bags fill the training area. There's a consistent beat to them, like drums.

It's full in the middle of the day like this, and it's all men.

Killian Jones, 33, soft scruff, dazzling blue eyes, ripped head to toe, not massive but built and strong, is one of the best in the boxing club. He's trained many, but is particular who he takes under his wing.

"Umm, excuse me, can you point me to Killian Jones?" a brunette, young woman asks. "Uhh he's in the ring," the man gestures. "Thank you," she nods and confidently walks.

She's petite, very in shape, with black leggings and a bra top. The men in the area stop and stare at the woman walking by.

A few call out a wolf whistle at her. She unaffected and climbs up to the ring.

The man she's seeking is there, red boxing gloves, sweat on his brow. "Umm excuse me?" She calls out interrupting the two men.

"May I help you lass?" He asked in an almost teasing manner. "You can use the bathroom if you need," he said coming to the side.

"Uh that's not why I'm here, I'm here to fight," She corrects him. He scoffs a laugh. The men around him chuckle too.

She's annoyed, and stares at him. "Sorry, I don't teach women, you could get hurt," He said. "I know what I'm doing," She insists.

"Is that so? And who taught you so far?" Killian asked. "Well I do mostly, now," She shrugged. He laughed, "exactly my point, if you're looking for a ladies gym, it's down the street," he swaggers away from her and back to his spot to fight.

She's persistent, and goes between the ropes and stands between the two men before they fight.

"Ooohhh..." men around ogle her as she stands her ground in front of Killian.

"I know how to fight, it's in my blood," She presses. He furrows his brow at her, and his lips, smirk. "You'll end up bleeding here, why did you come to me?" he asked.

"I know your name," She defends. "Give me a bit more, love," he mocks. "You knew my father," She said.

"Who?" He quirks his brow upward. "Pedro Vasquez," she says his name and the room falls silent.

Killian's eyes widen, "he taught me," Killian said. "He mentioned you, before he died," she stared into his eyes.

"I heard, I was sorry to hear that," Killian nodded. "He taught me everything he knew," Regina stated.

"Here then, take Jon, prove something to me," Killian tips his head in a mocking way to her, patronizing her. "Let's see what you got, love," he winks.

"My name is Regina," She snaps at him.

"Ok then, Regina," Killian nods.

Regina faces her opponent, taught all boxing courtesy's she hits his gloves with hers and nods.

The men all gather around the ring, and Killian hits the bell.

Regina circles, her feet moving perfectly, on her toes, with bent knees, perfect form. Killian observes her entire body as she dodges and swings, her first swing hitting Jon in the jaw.

He's surprised, as is Killian. He smirks though, almost proud and amused.

Several more circles, Jon somewhat holding back, which he shouldn't, Regina swings and hits him three more times, her last punching him down to the ground.

She stands, and smiles proudly. Turning to Killian, she sees his arms are crossed, but he is amused.

The men are impressed, and Killian wiggles his fingers in a motion for her to come over. Walking towards him she looks up, with a proud look on her face.

"I'm not going to treat you any different because you're a woman," he states. "Good, I wouldn't want that," she agrees.

"Good, tomorrow, 6 am, don't you be late, not even by a second, understood?" he pressed. "Yes," she nods with a smile.

The next morning, Regina gets on the bus at 5 am. Giving herself plenty of time to get to her first training session with Killian.

Killian was indeed impressed by her moments in the ring the day before, and he's inclined to see what she's really made of.

He gets to the ring early himself, and does his own workout.

Regina stands holding the handle on the bus, and realizes it's not moving the past twenty minutes.

With two miles until she gets to the gym, and only twenty minutes to get there, she pushes her way through the bus doors.

She straps on her backpack, and makes sure her laces are tight. Then she sprints.

Bounding down the streets, towards the gym, she breathes out her mouth in consistent breaths.

At 5:58 am, Killian smiles at the clock, as she's not there yet.

He smirks thinking she quit already, before she suddenly barrels through the doors. Breathing heavily, she looks at him. Killian smiles and is impressed, "Well thought you were going to be late," He said.

"You said 6 am, I ran off the bus, it wasn't moving," she heaved, and gasped at him. "How far did you run?" He asked.

"Two miles at least," She says. "In how many minutes?" he asked. "Nineteen I think?" She shrugged. "Hmmm," he lifts his head.

"What?" She asks. "Not fast enough, get some water, and get in the ring," He said.

She pouts a bit, but does as he says.

She wraps her hands, and he's already gloved up waiting for her in the ring. "Now, I'm a bit tougher than Jon," He said.

Regina takes a breath, and nods at him. Killian wears pads on each hand where she's going to punch.

"Ok so, Jab, jab, hook," he emphasized to her. She nods at his instruction.

"Left right left," He instructs, and holds the pads up. "Sixty seconds, Go," he said.

Regina hits the pads at his pace and his sequence. "Come on," he encourages, and she hits again and again. "Good.." he praises loudly.

Starting to move, she follows him in her own footwork, as he circles. He locks his eyes at her as she's focused on what she's doing.

"Again!" he repeats and the sequence starts over again.

"Again!" another chance for her to show him.

She's driven, and determined, and a heart of a fighter. He smiles as he feels the pads pushing back from each of her punches, and the sweat begins down her forehead.

"Again!" He says for another round. "Jab jab Hook!" He yells in encouragement.

"Stop," he drops his arms, as she's shifting back and forth on her toes. Quirking his lip, and nibbling it, "Mmm, you are like your father," he says.

Regina can't help but smile. "He's taught you well, and you have his spirit," Killian said.

"He taught you, I can tell," Regina nodded. "Mmm, he was a good teacher," Killian nodded at her.

"He was a better father," Regina smiled softly.

"Well, then I guess we owe it to him, to make him proud," Killian said. "You'll train me then?" Regina asked. "Yes," Killian nods.