Another fic for you wonderful people!
Diane returning home after "Cheerio, Cheers". Thoughts and feelings.
This may/may not be a one-shot. I'm thinking about making it several chaptered. The other chapters will in that case take place in Europe. Possibly in the following episodes. It will be something like what she felt during her time there and what made her act the way she did.
Well, here's this.
Please tell me what you think and if I should continue it.

Ps: Hoping to get "A Married Couple" updated tomorrow. But no promisses.

If you can live with that…Call

She was feeling horrible, wrong, excited and guilty all at the same time. Her stare was upon the phone ever since she returned home. How did it end up turning out like this? First they were saying goodbye on good terms, then like close friends and suddenly they were on the way back to his place, kissing and making up for 'lost time'. But then…then it went wrong. Like always, she felt the urge to say. She tried to convince herself it was for the better. That what they had been on the edge to do would have ruined- not only their lives- but Frasier's too. It was insane. But why had it felt so good? She knew exactly why. Because it was right. But like always, she had to deny it. There was no other way unless she wanted one more ride in the roller-coaster. There was a difference between the heart's right and the mind's. She just wondered which one of them was rightfully right. Which one could bring her happiness? She was about to leave, thinking it was the right thing to do, but then he did it. He actually offered her a seat in the roller-coaster. There was space. He admitted that he couldn't offer the same guarantee as Frasier, but that if she would be willing to a 'day at the time' relationship with him, she should…call.
It was the wrongness that kept welling up inside her. She couldn't seem to figure if it was the fact that she had been about to cheat on Frasier, or that she didn't take the chance. Sure she would be in a vulnerable spot, but wasn't it worth it? No, no. She couldn't think like that. Look what it had brought her the last time she had convinced herself that a relationship with a player could work out. It was the same player. It was the same story. It was just another chapter.

She should be proud of herself because she didn't give into it. But she wasn't. It only brought forth the wonders about where her heart lied in all this mess. To whom it belonged. And also, where did his lie? How hard would he fight for her this time? Tonight hadn't been a fight. The actions that took place tonight happened due to hidden feelings. There it was. Feelings. She did feel something. She already knew she did. She had for a long time. But he felt something too. That she knew.
But exactly what he felt. Did he just want to have one more night with her or the rest of their lives?

His 'confession' only made her even more confused. Perhaps it was a commitment he was searching for. A relationship. But he knew that he couldn't promise to honor and cherish her every single day. That there would be up and downs. Arguments. But maybe…just maybe, they could meet somewhere in between? This was what he had to offer.

Her heart was pounding. If it had hands, it wouldn't have hesitated to pick up the phone and make the call. How would he respond if she did? What would she even say to him?

"Hey, yeah, let's give it another try."

It wasn't right. She was supposed to be the one with words, but right now, she was speechless. Only thoughts crossed her mind and different scenarios. What would have happened if she hadn't stopped him for her purse? It gave her the chills just to think about it.

It wouldn't be long before Frasier would come by to pick her up and they would leave for Europe. Unless she changed her mind and called Sam. There was uncertainness and insecurity about the whole thing. Leaving Frasier on this sort of condition was nothing but cruel and none-acceptable. But leaving with him, knowing it didn't feel right and there was things unsaid, somehow felt just as horrible if not even worse. Hours ago she had reassured him that her uncertainness about traveling wasn't caused by feelings toward Sam. Now it turned out to be exactly what it was. Right now, nothing seemed like the right thing to do. Someone was going to get hurt.

So she kept staring. Couldn't seem to find a solution. Couldn't make the choice. And before she knew, Frasier was knocking at her door.

"Diane?"

Hesitant, she stayed quiet for a minute. This isn't right, her heart screamed. It just isn't.
He knocked again. This time harder.

"Diane, are you in there? We gotta get going."

This time she rose from the chair and opened the door for Frasier.

"What took you so long, I was worried you- Diane? What's wrong?"

She looked at him in disbelief. Was it so obvious?

"Wrong? Nothing's wrong," she tried to convince him.

"You look all pale and in shock."

"Well, I was just caught in my own thoughts when you knocked," she put on a forced smile.

"Are you ready?" he smiled.

This was harder than she had imagined. She still hadn't come to a conclusion. But looking at him, all packed, excited about the trip, made something stir inside her. She couldn't let him down. After everything this man had done for her, he certainly must've have proved himself worthy of her heart.
Too bad it belonged to someone else.

"I am," she said quietly.

She went into her bedroom to get her suitcases and returned to the living room with a smile.
She was really going through with this. Did she really have another choice?

Yes, you do.

"Let's go then," Frasier chuckled and helped her with the suitcases.

What are you doing, Diane?