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, ( Read more... )

When Fraser looked at her, he didn't see anything but coldness. When Fraser touched her, she jerked away, sneered ( Read more... )

He saw his mother. It was....amazing to see her, healthy and...disappointed ( Read more... )

The train was almost empty. He was slouched next to Victoria, coat pulled high to hide his face. Victoria was whispering in his ear, rubbing his back and telling him everything would be all right ( Read more... )

He'd made the wrong choice. That much was blindingly clear as soon as he'd gotten on that train. He knew it was wrong ( Read more... )