The twenty year old snapped himself out of his own thoughts and turned to look in Jorge's direction. He hoped that the X-Men member didn't see him gawk at the pod of dolphins. If they were there, then maybe something more terrifying was too.

>> ”Alright…well…why don’t we start off super easy, okay?”

Super easy? Derek could handle more than "super easy". Like...easy.

>> ”Why don’t you throw a couple of punches…”

Derek would do more than that. He got into a good fighting stance and threw a couple of punches along with a roundhouse kick; which was on point. He then turned to face Jorge again and shrug his shoulders cutely.

"There it is, Jorge." He chuckled a bit and turned his attention back to the water. Without thinking, he started to take off his shoes, socks, and rolled up his sweatpants to his knee. He then made his way over to edge of the ring and sat down on it, placing his feet into the warm water.

Derek started to slap the water to see if any marine life will come and check him out. He didn't a couple more times before the pod of dolphins that he saw came by, clicking and bumping against his feet and legs.

"Hey, guys!" Derek watched them in action with a smile on his face. He sniffed and slapped the water a bit more. One of the dolphins bobbed up in between his legs and started clicking. "Hey, gorgeous! Look at ya!" He smiled more and nuzzled his nose against hers. "I'm gonna need some help with fighting Jorge. Are you up for it?"

The dolphin clicked again and swam down back into the water. While she was down there, he looked over his shoulder at Jorge, "one sec," he turned back to stare at the beautiful water. After about ten more seconds, the same marine mammal popped up and clicked a "yes".

"Sweet! Thank you!" He kissed her nose before standing up from the edge and headed over to his instructor. "Sorry about that. I may or may not have ADD."

He had to gauge Derek. The last thing that Jorge wanted was to start a sparring match and either hurt the kid because he wasn’t ready or get himself hurt because Derek had some hidden black ops training that he wasn’t aware of. So, standing back, he watched and waited, his arms crossed over his chest and Derek began his demonstration.

…it was painfully clear that Jorge was safe from any hidden black ops training. Thought that wasn’t to say that Derek was bad at what he did, it was just all fairly basic. A couple punches and a roundhouse kick, well-placed, yes, but definitely not as refined as it could be. Still, given the younger man’s stature, Jorge was certain that a punch or kick from him could hurt if he really meant it. That was good to know.

>> "There it is, Jorge."

”…okay. Impressive.” he said with a small smile. He paused for a second, thinking of what to do next. He was about to open his mouth to give an instruction when Derek interrupted him by walking away and sitting down on the side of the ring, his feet dipped in the crystalline water. Huh.

>>"Hey, guys!...Hey, gorgeous! Look at ya! I'm gonna need some help with fighting Jorge. Are you up for it?"

Jorge didn’t want to interrupt. He strolled closer, curious though, as he watched Derek interact with a dolphin that had broken the surface in curiosity. He had to smirk a bit, watching the exchange. The dolphin really was a beautiful creature – the Danger Room did an amazing job of replicating it and its behavior. If he didn’t know better, he could swear that that was an actual dolphin in the water. But the man said nothing, just listening as Derek asked for the mammal’s help in the sparring match. It was a smart move.

>>"one sec,"

He only gave him a thumbs up in response. Stepping away from Derek, he waited until the man was done communing with his new friend. He wasn’t quite sure how the dolphin would help but he was always eager to see.

>>"Sweet! Thank you! Sorry about that. I may or may not have ADD."[/color

Attention turned back to the younger man as he stood and moved away from the edge. A smirk and a nod followed as he replied. ”Haha, no problem. Whenever you are ready…” he said. Jorge rolled his shoulders, loosening his limbs a bit stood a few feet in front of Derek. A tilt of his head until it popped, the man sighed in satisfaction. With that he slipped into position, fists up, legs bent. ”Okay, I have an idea of what you can do. Now I want you to try to hit me. And don’t hold back. Got it?”

>> ”Okay, I have an idea of what you can do. Now I want you to try to hit me. And don’t hold back. Got it?”

As hard as he could? Derek gulped and wiped his hands draw on the sides of his sweatpants. He slowly got himself into a fighting stance, mocking Jorge's and hesitated. He didn't want to hit the man. What if he broke his nose? Busted his lip? Just thinking about it made Derek sweat and not in a good way.

Derek gulped and was about to throw a punch when he stopped and stood up straight, "I'm sorry, Jorge, I can't hit you! You haven't done anythin' to me. I would feel bad about hittin' you." He hoped that Jorge wouldn't feel too disappointed in him. They were supposed to be training after all.

"I'm a cinnamon roll! I rather...bake cookies than fight," the twenty year old mutant paused, "what if you hit me first? Then I'll have a reason to return it." Derek chewed on his lip as he waited for his response.

Jorge gave his command. He wanted Derek to come at him with everything he had. Judging from his earlier demonstration, Jorge wasn’t really too worried about the ordeal. As much as he liked the kid, and for as strong as he could me, the young man didn’t have the training or skill that the seasoned police officer possessed. He had taken down opponents just like him who were ten times cockier and who were just as strong, or stronger than him. Jorge had a feeling that with this initial engagement, he wouldn’t have too much to fear.

And he would be proven right. Just as he slipped into a boxing stance, the detective watched Derek repeat the positioning, though a little loosely, a little…mockingly. He arched his brow, eyeing him with serious eyes. When it came to training, Jorge didn’t mess around, especially combat. Almost sensing what his look meant, Derek wordlessly apologized and slipped into a more serious position. It was time to being.

But, just as Derek was making his move, he stopped, straightened up, and looked so very apologetic.

>>"I'm sorry, Jorge, I can't hit you! You haven't done anythin' to me. I would feel bad about hittin' you."

Straightening up himself, Jorge tilted his head and sighed as he looked over the young man. He couldn’t but smirk a little at him. He would have said something along the lines of disbelieving that Derek could actually hurt him, but figured that would be taken in the wrong context. So he clamped his mouth shut and just crossed his arms over his chest.

>>"I'm a cinnamon roll! I rather...bake cookies than fight…what if you hit me first? Then I'll have a reason to return it."

”Hey, there’s nothing wrong with baking cookies,” Jorge said with a broad smile. ”But you were the one that asked to spar.” He placed his hand on his chin in thought, trying to think of how to proceed. While in thought, Derek came up with of him hitting in him first, a sort of means to give Derek a reason to fight back. Slowly Jorge nodded, advancing on the kid, his demeanor seemed calm and collective. ”Alright, well, here, we’ll take things a little…slower. Deal?”

He stuck out his hand for Derek to shake. When he would reach for it, the detective would lash out, with a solid jab, straight for Derek’s chin. It wasn’t a hard hit, as a matter of fact, he dialed it back quite a bit. But, if it landed, it would definitely get the younger man’s attention. He did want to be hit first, didn’t he?

Derek smiled at Jorge. He was so understanding! "Deal," Derek took the man's hand, but before he could, he was dealt a surprise attack to his chin.

"Uff!" Derek stumbled back and held his chin in disbelief. "Jorge!" He exclaimed. With a narrowing his eyes, he charged at older man and aimed for his mid section in a tackle.

As he was flying mid air, he knew that that was a bad idea. Not only was Jorge an X-Man, but he was always a police officer. If only Derek had the power of turning around and flying another way...too late now!

Derek sparred with Jorge for thirty minutes before the latter decided to call it quits. The former knew that he was going to be sore in the morning, but it was completely worth it. He thanked Jorge before heading up stairs to take another shower and crawl into bed.