Hee! Bright shiny letters *and* sparkles, *and* I get to be nifty?? Woot!

Well, you know. For a fic like this I bring out the big guns.

I was really uncertain about this, 'cause this degree of thinkiness and angst aren't usually my gig. Yeesh!

You did good with both the thinky and the angst. I absolutely adore your Fraser, and his analysis of their shared past. And, yeah, I can see how you'd maybe want some therapeutic fluff after this. *postpones plans to hold you hostage and force you to write more in this vein*