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Fraser was grateful to have his body back. It was nice to have a familiar center of gravity again. Fraser was celebrating this fact by...doing some light reading of the criminal court case precedent variety.

It was a hobby.

The door was open.

[As is the post.]

I haven't done these in awhile and I had a request for one so, here's a few:

( FH Icons Take III )

Fraser wasn't hiding. Really. His office was comfortable and it wasn't weird that he'd been up before Robin after going to sleep after her.

Just coincidence, really.

He hoped this was almost over.

[Just for one person and set before the switching back!]

Since they were no longer in Antarctica and Fraser knew just how happy that made Robin, he decided to take her out. Of course, his version of taking her out meant hiking boots and comfortable clothing and a backpack full of picnic things.

It was romantic...in an outdoorsy sort of way and the rainforest they were currently walking through was amazingly beautiful.

[For the Canadian dancing queen]

Since it was the first day of a new term, Fraser was in his office, doing what every good administrative person does on the first day of a new term: paperwork.

Paperwork was just another word for boring.

Not that Fraser would ever ever admit that.

[Office hours are open.]

Fraser was glad to see there was no cleanup needed in his office after this weekend. It might he could do nothing but mindless, busywork to keep his mind on other things.

Today's mindless busywork was completely reorganizing one of the file cabinets.

[Office hours. Open hours.]

It hadn't been a very chatty walk home. Fraser was tired, worried, tired, and still very disoriented to really want to talk too much.

As it was now, he was leaning heavily against the door and fumbling with his keys to get it open. He wanted to be home though. He had to check for himself that everything was still there.

[For, well, come on, you know who.]

Fraser had fallen asleep a few hours ago, sprawled on his stomach with one arm across Robin's side. The dogs were around the bed, sleeping as well with one minor exception.

Minor exception's name being Popcorn who was sleeping on Fraser's back, all curled up against his t-shirt and out like a light.

Fraser had meant to stay up, to make Robin some dinner but he'd been too tired to resist the pull of sleep.

[For his afternoon delight. NFB, please because it's after radio.]

With the week nearing completion and most of his work done, Fraser came into the office just in case anyone needed to see him.

Oddly enough, he'd been feeling casual this morning and was wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. There was a first for everything, apparently.

Dief had been confused initially but sleep had won out and he was now asleep in front of the desk. Fraser was straightening bookshelves and shredding documents.

The door was open.

[As is the post]

Fraser had been home from work for a little while. He'd spent that time showering, playing with the dogs and puttering around in the kitchen. They needed groceries pretty soon.

Now, he was in the back bedroom, folding a fresh batch of laundry and making face at Popcorn who was playing with the socks he'd laid out on the bed.

Fraser still wasn't sleeping very well at all. Last night, he'd managed a whole three hours. As a result, he was half asleep at his desk with the door ajar. Dief was curled up on the rug in front of his desk, eyes open in case he had to wake Fraser up.

Fraser, meanwhile, had dozed off into a light sleep right in the middle of signing something.

[Despite appearance, office hours are open.]

With the week finally over, Fraser hoped that spending the weekend not keeping busy wouldn't come back to haunt him. So far, he'd managed to avoid thinking about anything too bad, had managed a small, quick nap, and hadn't had to watch Robin like hawk since she was no longer drunk.

He'd tease her about that sometime. He'd have to. It was too funny not to.

In the mean time, he was sitting on the couch, legs stretched out in front of him and not paying attention to the movie that he'd turned on.

After wrangling his very drunk girlfriend home last night, Fraser had decided to allow himself some extra time to sleep in. Of course, he hadn't done much sleeping between making sure Robin didn't swallow her tongue and everything else that was skittering through his head.

So, he was mostly awake now, dozing lightly enough to hear her move if she did but not quite all the way awake and alert.

[For she who is a DRUNKARD.]

Fraser had debated staying late at work, getting things done that had languished while he was out of town and, thusly, avoiding everything else that he knew he had to face.

In the end, he decided that going home was just more appealing despite his mood. Still, being at home was far better than being cramped up in an office with paperwork.

He pushed open the front door, already unbuttoning his jacket and hanging up his hat.

Fraser didn't run home from work. He knew she'd there when he got there. He didn't dawdle either, though. No need to make her think he was teasing or being deliberately bratty.

So, he opened the door and was greeted by dogs of all shapes and sizes. He barely had time to hang up his hat before kneeling down and giving them all attention.

Since it was the first day of summer workshops, Fraser was in his office bright and early in order to get new semester paperwork taken care of, to make sure faculty new their way around and to direct any errant students.

Dief was asleep on the rug in front of his desk.

[Door and post open.]

Since school wasn't in session and they were still in Greece (which was unbelievable), Fraser was a little more likely to agree to going out and exploring.

And that's what'd brought them here. He'd chosen it after sifting through a travel guide, looking for something quiet and less populated so a child was less likely to kick sand on them. Well, he was more concerned about Robin because she'd kick sand back. And she'd be better at it.

The last time he'd been to the beach it'd been freezing and he'd been trying to impress someone. Now, it was warm and nice and he wasn't trying to impress someone.

Much.

[hey, for one person and NFB.]

He almost half expected Robin to be in his office when he opened the door. She wasn't but there was a note on his desk. He picked it up, read it and then had to think for a minute about what she was hinting to.

It wasn't that hard to figure it out. So, paying careful attention to the door, he reached under his desk and found the next note.

He laughed at the last one, narrowing the person in question down to two men before looking at the gifts. The conversion calculator was odd but it'd be useful and beneficial. Still, an odd gift. And jet lag pills could always be beneficial even if he could just loan them out to others to use.

Still, a luggage tag, a conversion calculator and jet lag pills. Was she trying to tell him she'd flown away and he was going to have to travel a ways to find her?

Hmm.

[Office hours are open but Fraser will be skedaddling eventually to go find someone.]

As soon as Fraser opened his eyes, he knew what day it was. And, just for awhile, he wanted to ignore that. So, he rolled over, intending to reach for the other person in the bed and cuddle up to her.

Except, all he got was an armful of pillow and blanket and the rear end of one of the dogs. He blinked his eyes open, looking around the room and frowned.

It was quiet and dark and she was nowhere around.

"Robin?" Nope, no answer save for Dorito moving off the bed, somewhat perturbed by getting grabbed so early in the morning.

He stumbled out of bed, stubbed his toe on the bedpost, jumped around and nearly fell into the dresser. Of course, that was lucky because that's where he found the first note and gift.

"Huh," he said after reading the note, smiling like a dork and examining the very finely made luggage tag. "I guess I should play her game."

And off he went to shower and change and head to his office, feeling very grateful that she'd mentioned the gift wasn't at the hotel. He really didn't want to go to the mainland today.

[NFI and establishy.]

Fraser didn't remember the last time being as hard as it'd been this time. Really, Fraser didn't remember a lot of things ever being this hard. He knew it had to be done, that other people missed him but he was having a selfish moment.

He was having a heart ow.

[And for his "roomie"]

After spending some time outside, Bobby got a little cold even though he would not admit it. So, Fraser had Bobby's hand in his and was getting tugged back inside.

"The stars are sleepy but I am not," he was saying, shaking his head and trying to grab the bag of potato chips from Fraser. "Hey Daddy? Does the moon tuck the stars in?"

"Maybe." Fraser had no idea.

"And the clouds are the blanket!"

"Of course," Fraser said, nodding and going with it. It made Bobby happy.

[For the wee small family]

Bobby hadn't wanted to stay inside for dinner so, after making some sandwiches and grabbing one of the many bags of potato chips, he bundled the little boy up (it was a little chilly!) and took him just outside the apartments so he could see the moon and clouds and stars.

"How's this?"

Fraser supposed it was sweet revenge that he was the one getting the voicemail and he was the one at home with the dogs this time. He tried to make the best of it by taking them on a small walk (yes, all seven) and then feeding them and spending some with them before they started to wind down.

And now, he was quietly reading a book and trying to act like he was cool, calm and collected.

[For the sandcastle artiste.]

Fraser would blame his current line of thinking entirely on a series of coincidences that had started Sunday and just hadn't let up the entirety of the week. He thought he'd done an admirable job of covering it up, for the most part, and only really thinking about it while at work.

He was currently trying to stop thinking about it by distracting himself with paperwork. The paperwork was boring and mundane enough to help his mind get somewhat settled.

Fraser knew it would pass. He just had to force himself not to think about it. That was all.

[Whoooo, open.]

It'd been a fairly quiet around the apartment and Fraser wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I mean, they usually did have quiet weekends but Fraser had remembered what today was and he'd balked at saying anything for the entirety of the day so far.

He didn't know why. All he knew was that he'd continued not to say anything while taking up residence on the couch and reading a book. He'd say something soon. Maybe. It was a tricky situation and it'd been a long time.

He'd say something soon. Honest.

[For the one who is not a girl, not yet a woman. No, I don't know where Britney Spears comes into this.]

After waiting until he'd seen Robin leave, Fraser, several bags, and a wiggling bundle of fur had sneaked back into the apartment to set up and hope she wasn't just stepping out briefly.

The other dogs greeted him immediately, pouncing and trying to get at the puppy. The puppy yipped and squirmed in Fraser's arms enough that he had to set him down. The other dogs, bless them, didn't pounce the puppy. They sniffed at him and nosed at him but were actually very gentle.

Fraser then took a quick shower and changed into a suit and tie (all black) and applied a pink party hat. He thought he looked rather spiffy.

The apartment was then decorated with balloons and a giant HAPPY BIRTHDAY banner. The two other gifts he'd gotten her were placed on the coffee table.

And now, the most difficult task. Fraser set to work applying red bows to each dogs collar. After making sure Pickles didn't eat his and the new puppy didn't tear his up, Fraser brought the puppy and all his supplies and stowed him in the bedroom. That was her big surprise, after all.

The other dogs stayed out and ran around like they knew something was going on. He pulled out the bottle of wine he'd purchased and...was finished. Now, he just had to wait.

[For the birthday girl!]

Fraser was busily trying to finish up some paperwork before leaving town tonight for very special reasons. Of course, he was going to have to tell a little fib to make this all happen but he was prepared for that.

He'd practiced.

He just hoped it would work.

[Oooopen!]

When Fraser's alarm clock went off early Monday morning, he woke up slowly, almost choosing to just stay in bed and sleep. He just felt lazy. But, his conscious won out and he kissed Robin's cheek before climbing out of bed and heading into the bathroom for his shower.

It didn't take him long before he was back out into the bedroom, glancing to make sure she was still asleep while he slid on pants and his undershirt.

He'd gotten that far when he noticed her barely awake. Fraser frowned at her from where he was pulling up his suspenders.

"It's a little early for you, honey."

[For the 'honey' in question]

Feeling better after his adventure the other night, Fraser was back in his office, looking a little bit worse for wear but not letting that bother him.

The door was slightly ajar and Fraser was at his computer doing research for a birthday that was coming up in the very near future. There were a few numbers written down on a post-it note that he'd taken from Robin's phone for further research purposes.

Of course, research was just proving that he wanted to get her a lot. Still, he pressed on.

[Door is slightly open, post is completely open.]

After one of the most stressful weeks in recent memory, Fraser was back in his office today, not caring that there was paperwork to do, not caring that it was boring and mundane and tedious. He'd take paperwork every day if it meant things were normal at home and he didn't have to worry about people disappearing.

It was also a lot quieter without six dogs but, Fraser found he almost missed the noise and commotion.

He'd have to call Robin later. Just in case. Just to check in. Just because. He just wanted to make sure.

[Oooopen!]

Fraser's plan after getting back from New York included retrieving the dogs from Tino (as he'd been the best dogsitter on short notice), taking them home, spending time with them, showering and waiting.

Waiting for however long it took.

He managed to get through the first four things successfully. When it came to wait, he propped himself up on the couch, one arm resting on the armrest, head in his hand, determined to wait for as long as it took.

He hadn't meant to fall asleep but he'd gotten so little sleep, he'd gone through some underground cavern directly out of Wade's mind, had been tranquilized and fallen through a floor and it'd just been such a long week. He vaguely felt Sprinkles jump up on the couch and curl up half in his lap.

His feet, it should be noted, were not on the coffee table.

[For the returning one.]

It wasn't very often that Fraser got mail. It was even less often that Fraser got mail from his girlfriend who was currently stuck in the past. And it was even less often that he got mail from his girlfriend who was stuck in the past that read the way the two letters he'd received this morning did.

( Fraser really wanted a time machine right about then... )

[Mostly establishy but this can be open for safehouse needs! Again, just remember, six dogs!]

When Fraser's phone started ringing, waking him out of a restless sleep, he nearly knocked it off his chest (where he'd left it last night) before managing to get a hold of it and flipping it open.

( And it's not who he expected... )

[Establishy]

...perhaps bringing six dogs to the office hadn't been the best idea. Fraser had thought it would work out well when they all lay down almost immediately. He thought they'd all sleep for the duration of the day.

He was wrong.

Currently, Peanut was IN one of his desk drawers, pressed against the back and refusing to come out as he'd found an empty paperclip holder that he seemed to like batting into the side of the drawer and making a metallic pinging noise. Pickles was trying to eat his various books that he'd somehow pulled off the bookshelf.

Sprinkles and Reeses were actually wrestling and growling at each other, bunching up the rug and knocking into things as they rolled.

Dief was standing by the door, looking on with amusement at it all until Dorito used his bigger size and pushed Dief out of the way. Dief pushed back. And then Dief took off out the door with Dorito on his heels.

Fraser...felt a headache coming on and if Robin was on a bender or shopping somewhere, he was so breaking up with her for this.

[Door is open! There are six dogs, though. Beware. They're sweet, if hyper. And won't bite.]

When Fraser got up to find that Robin wasn't in bed, he didn't start to worry too much. Not yet. He wandered out into the living room, half hoping to find her on the couch and frowned when everything looked just as he left it last night.

The dogs rambled over to him and he knelt down, giving them each attention and trying not to act too worried so they wouldn't worry.

"She didn't come home last night, did she?" Fraser said to the dogs. Pickles licked his face and Peanut curled under his legs. Sprinkles, Reeses and Dorito all clambered for attention in his arms. "Does she do this often?"

He didn't suspect so. She loved the dogs way too much to just up and leave. He reached for his phone, trying her number and started to worry just a little more when he got no answer.

Frowning some more, he picked Peanut up with one arm, carrying the little dog because Fraser felt that Peanut was a little worried. It most definitely wasn't him worrying. He changed quickly, deciding that waiting around would be pointless and if she'd just had something to do and came back to him worrying, she'd laugh.

The dogs wouldn't let him out of their sight and with Robin seemingly not around, he really didn't want to leave them home alone.

So, he took them to work with him. Yes, all of them. All six dogs.

[Establishy!]

Fraser was currently sprawled on the couch with the television on mute and one dog curled up in the small spot between his legs and the other on his chest (Peanut, of course). He'd only sat down a few minutes ago with the intention of watching television just for a bit before going into the kitchen to do make some hot chocolate and maybe something with ice cream. That plan had been foiled for the moment by the light doze that had attacked him.

Stupid weekend spent at work. And stupid comfortable couch and stupid warm dogs.

Well, no, the dogs weren't stupid at all. He wasn't sure where Robin had disappeared to (had she said shower? Or bedroom?) but she was somewhere and that made him a little more comfortable.

[For Jessica and Tori's BFF]

When Fraser arrived at the front door of the apartment, he almost knocked purely out of instinct. He managed to catch himself fairly quickly and shook his head. It'd only been four days and he was acting like a fool.

He took a moment to enjoy the cooler air and how it felt nice against the still sunburned (but not too bad) skin. The moment's enjoyment was long enough and then he was pushing open door, dropping his bang near the door and stepping inside.

He didn't see Robin right away and didn't call out just in case she was napping. He shut and locked the door quietly before looking for any signs that anyone was home.

[For she that also lives here]