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Fraser was beginning to enjoy the sounds of bulldozers in the morning. It wasn't the quiet of Canada but there was something...enjoyable about heavy machinery. He really couldn't explain it. The hard hats (pink and yellow) are gleaming in the sun and, oddly enough, the pink hard hat might have Conner's name on it. No idea how that got there. There are also tool belts for the students to wear.

"Good morning," Fraser greeted. "Everything is proceeding along schedule and I'm proud to say that you've all done excellent work since we started. I thank you for devoting your time and energy to this reconstruction effort."

He paused as bulldozer roared behind him. Fraser waved at the driver, having gotten to know him since the start of the project.

"Let's keep up the work today," he said, "and if you have any questions, please don't hesitate to come find me. If I'm currently fighting with a married man when you come find me, feel free to yell at him to get off of me." A pause. "Not dirty," he added.

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Anders was curled up beside her, watching her with concern and not really sure what to say.

"You're both frustrated and getting more frustrated because you guys are waiting for me to get healed up some more so I can be with you." She was picking at the grass.

"Not true," Anders replied, reaching for her hand. "Bel doesn't think I'm healed up enough yet, either. So if you want to feel guilty over causing him frustration, make room for me too, huh?"

"But there is still stuff that you guys can do even with your stitches. All I can do is be in the way right now." She bit her lip. "I was thinking of maybe going away for the weekend. It would give you guys some time to yourselves."

"You're not in the way," Anders insisted. "You're never in the way. I want you around -- hell, I'd miss you if you went away."

His voice dropped a few notches in volume. "The summer's going to end sooner than we want it to . . . I don't want to waste any of it, okay?"

"I'd miss you, too," she said quietly. "I just don't want to be holding the two of you back just because I'm still messed up."

She shook her head. "I'm trying not to think about that."

"Don't want to think about it either, but hell . . . Phoebe, you know I like spending time with you for more reasons than just the physical stuff." Anders stifled a brief hiss of pain as he sat up so he could face her properly. "Rather have you here and deal with the frustration than know I made you go away."

"I know you do." Phoebe turned to look at him. "But you're not the one who would be making me go away, Anders."

Anders could be pretty damn stubborn himself sometimes. "Not letting you do that," he said, his jaw set. "Not letting you feel guilty about this. You wouldn't let me, so I'm not letting you."

Phoebe looked at him and there were tears in her eyes. "If I had run when Cole told me to, I wouldn't have gotten hurt again. He wouldn't have slashed me a second time."

She was conveniently forgetting that her shoulder wound was actually from the first time she had been attacked -- before Cole told them to run.

"And if you ran, you would've beaten yourself up for not staying to help him," Anders replied. "I know how this sort of thing goes, you know. I do it all the time. You think I don't feel horrible about trying to go after him again too, instead of getting you and getting the hell out of there?"

And because he wasn't forgetting -- "Besides, you got hurt pretty bad before he told us to run."

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