fandomhigh | Construction Site [Monday

As the graduates approached the remains of the school they will see that the debris has been cleared away, leaving only the rubble of the school to be seen. There's ~~moddable~~ construction equipment around the work site (nothing like forklifts and bulldozers for student use though). There are hard hats (required) for each student who is working on the job site.

Fraser's there, out of uniform (jeans and a flannel shirt) and also wearing a hard hat.

"Welcome to the first day of reconstruction efforts," he greeted them. "As you can see, there's a lot of work that needs to be done before the school can reopen. Foundation needs to be laid, bricks need to be stacked, framing needs to be put up and so on and so forth. That's why you're all here to help."

He smiled. "Please pick up your hard hats, tool belts and dig in. There's plenty of work to go around."

[Reconstruction begins! No need to get specific on what you're rebuilding. Just that you're rebuilding is enough. Visitors can have lunch with the workers should they so desire. I'm around if there are any questions.]

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Bel twitched. He'd managed to overlook that someone else had once touched what was his. (And funny, Cally didn't inspire that same alpha male possessive feeling.) But that didn't mean he wanted a reminder right in front of him. He glowered at Conner.

"Yeah, well, that was a fluke," Conner grumbled. "And I'm sorry I ever did. Look at you, Sammy. You've turned into a total slut."

Bel abruptly got up and lunged at Conner, grabbing him by the front of his shirt. "I'm gonna kick your ass," he growled.

"For what?" snapped Conner, unwilling to back down yet (because he was dumb like that). "Calling your little pet Sammy, or calling him a slut? 'cause it's true either way."

"You definitely have a deathwish," Bel snarled, drawing back his arm, fulling intending to punch Conner in the face.

As much as Anders wanted to see Bel knock Conner out, he also didn't want to cause trouble -- frustrated as he knew Bel was lately, he was pretty sure it could end up really, really bad.

"Bel, no," he said quickly, shoving his way between them ~~hi, no, so not dirty kthx~~ and trying to tug Bel's arm down. "It's so not worth it."

Bel was still tense, but he allowed Anders to draw his arm down. "Be too easy anyway," he said, still glaring at Conner. "But you better watch your mouth, or you're gonna spend the summer on a narrow ledge over a pit of lava in the Underworld."

"It's so cute how protective you are of him," Conner said, shaking his head, but backing off. "Planning on letting him stand on his own someday?"

"Maybe," Bel said. "But I kinda want the pleasure of beating you to a pulp all for myself. I'm greedy that way."

Anders ran his hands down Bel's chest in a calming gesture. "He deserves it," he said, trying to keep his voice soothing, "but don't? Please? For me?"

"Get out of here," Bel said to Conner as he tried to relax. "Before I changed my mind."

"Yeah, sure, whatever," Conner said, sparing one extremely pitying look for Anders before he straightened his shirt and went back to his lunch.

Several tables away, this time.

Bel settled back down at his table, shooting dark glances Conner's way.

Anders sat down beside him and stared at the table for a while, not sure whether he was more angry than he was embarrassed.

"Sorry about that," he mumbled after a few awkward minutes.

"What the hell did you see in him?" Bel demanded.

"At the time?" Anders shrugged. "I was lonely, and he was there. ~~And like fifteen people dared me, OMG.~~ It was not my best idea. Can we just forget it?"

"He better stay the hell out of my way," Bel grumbled sourly.

Anders glanced at him, then started grinning just a little bit. And blushing behind his hand.

A lot.

"What?" Bel said crankily.

"You got all protective of me," Anders said, still grinning. "That was cute."

"Cute?" Bel repeated. "Don't make me kick your ass."

"It was really nice of you," Anders said, more seriously. "I appreciate it. A lot."

"Well, you're mine," Bel said gruffly, but he ducked his head a little and smiled.

Anders slung an arm around Bel's shoulders when he caught sight of that smile. "I like being yours," he replied shyly.

"Then go find some sleeping bags and I'll show you just how much you're mine," Bel said. In the growly voice, of course.

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