The Files of the Big Damn Principal

Fraser's on his way to actually see Principal Washburn before she leaves for the day. Last minute summer preparations and the like occupy his thoughts so he doesn't notice the new ensemble until he almost runs into her.

When he looks up, his eyes widen briefly.

"Uh, would you be all right, Principal Washburn?"

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Of course Fraser is the one to find her. Because clearly, Zoe has not had enough embarrassment in her life thus far.

"I locked myself out of my office. And I, uh...seem to have lost my clothing," she says, trying to act like that isn't one of the strangest sentences to ever come out of her mouth.

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"Oh." Because, of course, for a place like this, that's normal. "How unfortunate. Would you like my coat and I can see about opening your office?"

He's already got his fingers on the jacket, ready to help.

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"That would be wonderful, thank you," Zoe says, brightening a bit at the gesture.

She doesn't ask him if he'd be willing to spare any other clothes. Not that she isn't tempted, of course.

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"You're very welcome." He unbuttons the jacket and hands it to her. "It might be a little large but I imagine that won't bother you too much. After all, what are fake husbands for?"

He grins at her before turning his attention to the door. "Are your valuables inside your office?"

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Zoe laughs softly as she wraps the jacket around herself. "You're definitely winning fake husband brownie points right now. Thank you."

She glares at the door, shaking her head. "I just left my keys inside. But without those I can't get into my apartment."

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Fraser moves towards the door, testing the knob and pushing on it experimentally.

"I would offer to break the door down but destruction of your office door might do more harm than good especially come Monday. Or, we could call a locksmith and see if they could send someone out."

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Zoe gives the door a kick for good measure, and sighs. "You're right, breaking the door down is probably a bad idea. Maybe we should call a locksmith. Or find a student who can pick locks. I get the feeling there's no shortage of those around here."

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"Do you think any student would pick a lock in front of their principal?" Fraser asks lightly. "But, that might be the quickest way to get to your belongings. A locksmith might not come out tonight."

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"I'd be willing to let the criminal nature of the act slide, since it's for a good cause." Zoe smirks.

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Fraser grins and tries not to let his eyes wander. He succeeds...kind of.

Clearing his throat, he says, "Is the jacket sufficient enough for you to attempt to find a student? I could possibly retrieve a shirt or two of mine if you'd feel more comfortable."

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Considering how far the eyes of most of the men Zoe knows would wander in this situation, Fraser's being downright gentlemanly.

"A shirt would probably be helpful, if it wouldn't be too much trouble."

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Considering his apartment's a distance away, he just goes the easy route. It's not cold tonight anyway.

A few buttons and some removal of gear later, he's handing his shirt to Zoe.

"There we are. Now we're just about even, I'd say."

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Zero wandered by in her prom dress and combat boots, the only clothes she had left after the, er, incident during the Driver's Ed final, only to find her principal wearing half the Mountie's clothes and the Mountie...also wearing half his clothes. Oh, my.

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"Miss Hopeless Savage?" Fraser smiles calmly at Zero. "How are you tonight?"

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"I'm just--" Don't stare at his chest don't stare at his chest. "--fine, Constable Fraser."

She's fully staring at his chest.

"Um."

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Zoe does her best not to smirk at the look on Zero's face; it's not like she isn't enjoying the view as well. "I'm just having some door trouble, and the Constable's been good enough to try to help me out," she says, in way of an explanation.

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"Oh? What sort of door trouble? I, um..." Zero tugs at her hair. "Well, I might be able to help. Maybe. In a strictly hypothetical sort of way."

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"Her door appears to be locked. Her belongings are inside," Fraser says, oblivious to the staring. "I didn't want the principal to become cold so I loaned her some clothing."

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"Which was very kind of you indeed," Zoe says to Fraser, smiling before turning back to Zero. "Do you know anything about getting locks undone?"

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"I might know something about that." Zero set down her backpack and started rummaging through it. "Hypothetically..."

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"If you were to open Principal Washburn's door, I would suddenly forget about your skill after you did so," Fraser assures her.

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"As would I," Zoe adds, nodding. "After all, it's a hypothetical skill."

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"Oh, of course. Hypothetically." Zero hitched her skirt up to keep it off the floor as she knelt in front of the door. She unzipped a little black case and started fiddling with Zoe's lock.

Hypothetically.

"There you go," she said as the door swung open.

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"That is quite the skill," Fraser compliments and crosses his arms over his chest. "And here I thought I might have to let Principal Washburn use my apartment for tonight."

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"Oh yes, this worked out much better," Zoe deadpans. But she did give Zero a genuine smile. "That was very hypothetically helpful, thank you."

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"You're very hypothetically welcome, ma'am," Zero said. "I'll just let you get back to, um, what you were doing." She hurried off.

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"Feel free to keep the clothing for tonight," Fraser says with a smile. "I wouldn't want you to have to go to your apartment without clothing."

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