Here's Fawn's doodles and notes.

With a little help from Al, of course.

Fawn's POV

The pencil in my hand tapped against the paper as I tried to think of some ideas.

Maybe I could stick a live wire into my bath water...that would either kill me, or it would zap me home.

Or...I could...

My brows crinkled in frustration as I stared at the blank sheet of paper. I closed my eyes and sighed heavily, leaning my head back against the couch behind me.

"I am never getting home..." I mumbled, my voice sounding defeated.

Alastor is currently in his office. Who would've thought three days of missed work would have him so busy.

He told me he's cleaning up his reports and weeding out the unimportant things, offering me to come in there and sit with him.

Politely, I declined...for obvious reasons.

I can barely go anywhere near that room...

My eyes opened back up and I looked back down at the notebook in my lap. Alastor had tossed this to me when I said I needed to brainstorm some ideas, and then he left me alone out here...

Now the problem is actually brainstorming some ideas.

Mindlessly I started doodling on the page. I started off with a tv, scribbling some static lines into the screen before I wrote a little message above it angrily.

Then I moved on and drew a radio, or at least...I tried to draw a radio. Alastor currently has it back in his office with him, so I didn't have a reference.

Speaking of...

I began doodling Alastor, starting with the shape of his head. Then I scribbled down some hair, and he has a lot of fluffy hair so...yea, that'll do.

Next I drew his triangle body shape, with his tiny ass waist and broad shoulders. To finish it off some stick legs and some stick arms.

Then a little knife for a classy touch.

Giggling, I drew his face with a big smile and then moved on to me. I made mine smaller since I'm shorter than him, and gave myself a more curved body shape to accentuate my sexiness.

Then I gave my person a little skirt because I felt like it.

I drew my eyes and smile and hair, giving myself a couple eyelashes.

After I got the people drawn, I wrote Alastor's name by his, and then 'Me' by mine. Then I made sure to insult him a little bit and write a positive message under mine to assert dominance.

I was giggling quietly as I finished up my gorgeous doodles, then my soul nearly left my body at the sound of a voice above me.

"What are you giggling about?" He asked me curiously, and I quickly tried to hide the paper. The weight of the back rest shifted as he leaned forward on his hands.

I tilted my head back, looking up at him staring down at me with a tilted eyebrow and curious smirk.

"Show me," he demanded, and I pursed my lips. After a moment of tense eye contact, I couldn't stand his stare anymore and I broke with a sigh.

Pulling the notebook back out, I opened it and showed him the drawings. He was silent as he looked over them, then he reached forward and plucked it from my hands.

I was nervous for a second that I upset him, but a moment later he handed it back to me and I looked up at him. He had a calm smile on his face and when I looked back to the paper I saw he made some additions.

He crossed out where I called him an idiot and wrote 'that is not very nice' as well as crossing out the 'Bitch' in my 'coolest bitch on tha block' to replace it with the word lady.

I snorted softly when I saw he wrote 'looks nothing like me' by my drawing of him. I wrote 'does too' in protest to which he promptly leaned over me and reached around to scribble a very prominent 'NO'.

This only made me bite my lip to hold a laugh as I wrote a very tiny 'yes' below that.

He chuckled, and we kept going back and forth, just adding things to my drawing. It slowly became more and more chaotic.

"Am I holding a knife?" He asked me suddenly, making me turn to look at him. He's been standing behind me just looming over me this entire time.

"Uh, yea?" I said, "I figured that's pretty on-brand," I added and he scoffed in amusement.

"On-brand huh? Would it be on brand if I drew a little dunce hat on you?" He asked cheekily, his pen getting dangerously close to my paper. I pulled it away.

"Don't you dare!" I warned.

He laughed, surrendering by pulling his hands back. Slowly I relaxed back into the couch, slightly guarding the little book in my hands and side eyeing him.

Then I looked back to the book and narrowed my eyes on something he drew.

"Hey, Al," I pointed to the symbols, "why did you draw voodoo symbols?" I asked him curiously, tilting my head back. He looked weird from this angle as he stared down at me with that wide smile.

He shrugged, offering me no further answer. Raising my eyebrows I looked forward again, "oookayyy..." I mumbled slightly.

Then his hands came into view and he once again robbed me of my notebook. I heard it snap shut, and I turned around to face him fully, pulling my knees up under me.

"What's up?" I questioned him, and he bent forward, lowering his eyelids as he got closer to eye level with me.

"The ceiling," he answered sarcastically, and I rolled my eyes but couldn't help the giggle I produced.

He looked pleased with my amusement before he drew in a quick breath and spun on his heel, walking back towards his office.

"Follow me!" He chirped.

Immediately nerves balled into the pit of my stomach. My body suddenly felt like it was full of led.

When I didn't follow, he turned and gave me a look. It wasn't threatening, but it was a firm 'get your ass over here' kind of look.

So, reluctantly, I slid off the couch and shuffled over to him. He continued walking, turning and heading into his office. I got as far as the door before my heels floored themselves into the carpet and I found myself paralyzed.

I stared into the office, images flashing through my head. Looking at the desk, I remembered hiding under it...then the sound of the door being broken open.

He'd fixed that, at least.

I hardly realized I was shaking, my lips parting as memory after awful memory rushed into my head, getting louder and louder until it was all jumbled together into one loud ball of stressful noise.

The yelling, my heartbeat, the gunshot...

My eyes were glued to the spot on the floor that he had landed, my breath coming out fast and shaky as my vision began to blur.

Then something blocked my view, and I gasped, my eyes raising up to meet Alastor's. He was looking down at me with a gentle expression, almost as if he was fully expecting this.

He reached up and caught the tears as they fell from my eyes, wiping them away before they even had a chance to streak down my face.

My breath was still choppy and I blinked, shaking my head, "I-I ca-can't go i-in there, I- I can't—"

"Sweetie..." he interjected softly, bringing my attention back to him fully. I focused on his eyes and his smile...the way his lips moved and his scent.

Anything to distract me from these memories.

His thumbs caressed my face gently and he shook his head, "it's only a room, Fawn...come on, come look," moving his hands down to mine he tugged, and my heels hooked into the floor.

I shook my head, fighting against him.

He quit tugging me, but kept his hands on mine, giving them a gentle squeeze.

"It's better to face it now, honey...you've got to look your fear in the eyes and stand up to it or all it's going to do is haunt you..." he spoke softly, and I swallowed hard, feeling my heart pound in my chest.

A soft whimper slipped past my lips and I looked up at him. This is so odd. I've never been so scared of something that obviously can't hurt me before...I'm a bit embarrassed.

He provided me comfort in his gaze, and gently pulled at me again, "come on..." he uttered quietly.

Very slowly, I allowed him to pull me into the room, and for some reason I held my breath as if I were going under water.

The air around me felt thick, and the noise only got louder. I felt like I was underwater, but me holding my breath hadn't done much to help me.

I began to shake worse, my eyes darting around as I relived that nightmare.

Suddenly, I was all alone...or at least I felt like I was. There was a suffocating pressure in my chest and I worriedly looked around.

"Al-Alastor!" I called out, my breaths coming heavily from my chest. There was a gentle squeeze against my hands, and that gave me a bit of stabilization.

"I'm here, sweetie...I'm right here, look at me..." his voice sounded far away, and I couldn't seem to find him.

I could feel the tears building up in my eyes as I shook my head and tried to pinpoint where he was. Another squeeze to my hands helped me come a bit closer.

"Fawn...follow my voice," he said, sounding a bit closer.

Even still, I couldn't quite find him, horrible memories clouding my thoughts. I became horrified as the specific memory of me pointing the gun at the kid began to play.

My hands shaking, and tears pouring from my eyes as I stared up at his face.

He was so young...

"I'm sorry..." I whimpered, but just before the sound of the gunshot could cloud my mind, another noise beat it.

My expression slowly relaxed from its anxious state, the soft sound of music entering my head. The humming was far away at first, but the longer I could hear it, the more my mind cleared.

There was no more noise, and the images faded away.

Taking deep, deep breaths, I looked up and finally I could see Alastor. The numbness I hadn't even realized surrounded me began to lessen as I regained feeling in my face and limbs.

He was humming softly, one hand on my face caressing my cheek with his thumb as the other hand held both of mine firmly.

His face came into focus, and he noticed I was finally grounded.

"Hi, honey..." he said as he gently touched my face and hands.

Another memory passed through my head...not a bad one, but a very brief, fuzzy memory of me and him. I was surrounded by something warm and he was next to me, smiling like always...

'Hi, Honey...'

Those same words passed through my head before the fuzzy memory ceased.

I blinked a couple of times, my thoughts finally falling silent as I took a few more deep breaths.

Looking around, I realized there's nothing here that can hurt me. Not as long as Alastor is here.

I held onto his hand, looking back up into his eyes.

"See?" He said softly, "just a room..."

Then he pulled his hand away from my face, reaching over to something that was on the desk. I followed his hand, and saw that the radio was sitting there.

He had filled some of the cracks, and when he turned the dial it came to life.

I gasped softly, looking up at him, "you fixed it!" I said, my previous discomfort slowly fading further and further away.

He chuckled and nodded, the sound of soft jazz filling up the silence in the room.

"I did it with a bit of help, of course," he said before winking at me. This caused a blush to bloom across my face and I smiled and looked down.

He removed his hand from my face and took both my hands in his, tugging me over to the open area in the room. Realizing what he was about to do, I shook my head.

"O-oh Al, I-I can't dance..." I said, trying to pull away from him. He tightened his grip and I raised my eyes up to meet his once again.

"Don't be silly," he said with a smile before he pulled my hands up around his neck, releasing me slowly to let me know he wants me to stay there.

I clasped my hands and my heart started beating quickly again, but not from fear this time.

His hands went down to my waist and my stomach fluttered. He started walking us around in a simple dance, and I absentmindedly looked to our feet to keep myself from slipping up.

One of his hands left my waist to tilt my head up, and he gave me a gentle smile.

"Eyes up...you're doing fine," he said, easing my nerves slightly. Then, the longer we swayed around with each other I found myself to be laughing and branching out more with the moves we were doing.

He would spin me occasionally, and the moves would get faster until we were both laughing as the music led us through different dances.

Eventually his moves got easier and easier to follow and I was smiling up at him, completely forgetting why I'd even been upset in the first place.

One final twirl brought me to his chest and I used one hand to steady myself, my other hand laced with his. The fast song we'd been dancing to ended, and a slower song began to play next, the smooth jazz instruments melting together to make a soft and comforting melody.

He swayed with me, both of us catching our breath slightly. The big smile on his face relaxed little by little, leaving a soft grin behind.

"I can't dance, she says..." he said with a smug grin. My cheeks heated up and I rolled my eyes, stepping forward slightly to lay my head against his chest.

I unlaced our fingers and closed my eyes as I wrapped my arms up around his neck, taking a deep breath.

His heart thrummed against his chest and his hands rested back onto my waist. When his grip tightened, I worried I had overstepped his boundaries by getting so close to him, but instead of pushing me away he pulled me closer to him.

My breath caught and I'm glad my face was in his chest, because if it weren't he'd be able to see this raging blush on my cheeks.

"Thanks, Al..." I mumbled, earning a hum from him.

"No need to thank me dear...you don't deserve to live in regret over something you had no control over..." he said softly, "I want you to realize something..."

He pulled me back and held me in front of him, holding us still for a moment as he met my eyes.

"You are a good person..." he said, his tone gentle, "and nothing will ever be able to take that away from you."

My lips parted in surprise and I blinked before a smile spread across my face. He pulled me back into his chest and ran his fingers through my hair, beginning to hum along to the tune spilling from the radio.

I lost track of how long we stayed like that, swaying around in his office. Safety was the only way I could describe what being held by him feels like.

Just knowing that nothing in the world could hurt me as long as he has me...he's the only thing I'd need to be afraid of, and I know I should be, but that fear that once plagued my mind when I would look at him seems to be gone.

I'm not sure if this trust I've developed is the smartest decision I've ever made...

But, after looking into those brown eyes and seeing him smile just a little bit softer in my direction, I think I might be falling...

And I don't even care about trying to catch myself anymore.