How did this keep happening?<br/><br/>For the second time in less than twenty-four hours, Scott found himself next to someone drawing the wrath of an instructor. Last night at dinner, it had been Amy and now, first thing this morning, it was Miranda. He had been standing next to her, on the other side from Wade, when they ordered out of the bunks and told to head out to the pad. It had been an interesting way to wake up, with two conflicting trains of thought. The first had been, the Skipper’s giving orders, hurry up and follow them! However, the second, which quickly established itself and nearly won the fractions of a second war between them, was to stay in bed and keep his arms wrapped around Nerys.<br/><br/>However, it had been that ingrained urge to follow orders, which won the day and the Newfoundlander and slipped his arms from around his desirable bunkmate. Rolling out of bed and onto his feet, he dressed faster than he had had ever gotten his survival gear on during a storm, before heading out. He doubted the last recruit out of the barracks was going to enjoy themselves. Coming to attention with the rest, he noticed their resident ESPer looking rather out of it, as they all began to stretch.<br/><br/>Stretching was something he knew he could do right and it appeared that everyone had a different way of doing it. It was the rest of morning warm up (and the day to come) that he was worried about. His muscles and weight had never formed from exercising but rather from work, hauling in and tossing off crab pots or working nets. Push ups, sit ups and the rest, he wasn’t sure how to do them right. So he was paying close attention to the movements, when they were ordered to do push ups for two minutes. He completely missed that Miranda hadn’t dropped down with the rest of them, until he heard Wade call out.<br/><br/>A chill of fear went through him, as an instructor approached, causing him to lose his rhythm