A/N: Again, sorry for slowness of update. Real life got in the way. I hope you enjoy this fluffy Frazel pre-canon goodness!

Thanks to CarlaKitten21 for the review!

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Frank glared at the tent lying uselessly on the ground in front of him and sighed, sitting back on his heels. Honestly, he wasn't entirely sure it could be called a tent because those had pegs and poles, and all he had was a sheet of canvas, some failing willpower, and instructions to get it up before nightfall else he'd be cleaning weapons with Vitellius for the next month, at least. Regardless of what is was, however, it was mid-afternoon already and Frank had just completed his fifth (and likely final) failed attempt to construct something that even slightly resembled a tent. He groaned and put his head in his hands, praying to the gods that one of them would claim him soon because he wasn't sure if he could take any more of this 'make the guy on probatio do all the work' crap.

In a last ditch attempt to make something good of a bad situation, he stood up quickly – and immediately fell back down as his feet got tangled in the tarp. He bit back a curse and rubbed his elbow where it had smacked against the ground, dimly wondering why he had been cursed with eternal clumsiness as well as the stupid fire stick. Speaking of, he hastily tapped his pocket to make sure it was still safe there, and not mixed up with all the sticks lying on the grass. Thankfully, it was still there, so that was one less thing to worry about.

Frank eased himself into a more comfortable position and stared hopelessly at the remnants of his failures, glumly resigning himself to practically living in the armoury for the next decade or so. It might not be such a bad chore if Vitellius wasn't there every second, harping on about how shameful it was to put a probatio on weapons duty. He got enough stick from the other legionnaires without adding that into the mix. Then again, maybe that was why the praetors stuck him there as punishment.

He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't notice the girl coming up behind him, and startled when she put her hand on his shoulder.

"Wha- Oh, Hazel, sorry, I didn't realise it was you." Frank sighed in relief, thanking the gods that it wasn't Reyna or Octavian.

She smiled warmly. "It's fine, Frank. I noticed you were having trouble so I thought you might need some help."

Frank stared dumbly up at her, his brain struggling to register the words. The setting sun outlined her head like a halo and, gods, she looked so beautiful with her dark hair spilling over her shoulders, and Frank wondered how he hadn't noticed how gold her eyes were before?

"I, um, ah… What?" he stuttered.

Instead of replying, she just laughed and bent down to pick up the tarp where it had fallen. "Here," she said gently. "Grab those branches over there."

Hazel directed him and the tent slowly came together. Her deft fingers made quick work of showing him the knots needed to hold it together and she rewarded him with a brilliant smile whenever he managed to copy her exactly. That smile warmed him inside and he tried extra hard to do everything she said with minimal damage.

It was a few minutes until sundown when they finally finished. Frank looked at Hazel with awe and she grinned back at him, laughter dancing in her eyes.

"Well done, Frank," she said softly. "It looks great."

"I- I couldn't have done it without you. Thank you. For helping me. You were a big help."

She giggled. "You're welcome." She reached out and squeezed his hand, before turning away and heading back to camp. Frank watched her walk away, her dark curls bouncing, and barely registered Reyna appearing and deeming his tent 'passable'. Quite honestly, he wouldn't have cared if he had failed, as long as he got to see Hazel.

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