A/N: This is the result of what happens when I randomly find a "Frasier" episode on and I melt as soon as I see Niles! =) I wrote this story based on an idea I got from just one scene.
"Remind me again why we're here." Daphne said making sure that Frasier was aware of her annoyed tone. "You promised to take me to your brother's office! If I don't talk to him soon, I may never be able to do this!"
At her worried expression, Frasier smiled. But even his gentle hand on her forearm wasn't of much comfort.
"All in due time, Daphne. Remember, the best things in life are worth waiting for. You've waited this long to tell him, so what's the harm in waiting a little longer?"
In response, she glared at him. He was always using his radio advice on her as though she were just another caller.
"Bloody hell... I knew I should have gotten your father to drive me! At least he understands why I'm so anxious to tell your brother. Oh God, what if he gets angry? This isn't the sort of thing he's expecting to hear."
"Daphne, just calm down and everything will be just fine, I promise."
Daphne sighed irritably. "Fine, but can we please just hurry up and get out of here? This place gives me the creeps!"
Appalled, Frasier looked at their surroundings.
"Have you completely lost your senses? This is the Winslow, the most elegant hotel in all of Seattle! How could it possibly give you 'the creeps' as you so eloquently put it?"
"Well, it wouldn't be so creepy, if it weren't for the fact that you dragged me here to see her, although I can't imagine why you-."
"Dear God, Daphne! I've told you why three times now!" Frasier yelled. "Lillith is here for a conference... one in which I was the one who was going to give the keynote speech! And who did they choose to give said speech instead? Lillith!"
The name of his ex-wife spewed from Frasier's mouth like venom.
"I refuse to be under minded like this! How dare she take away my fame?"
"Oh, to hell with your bloody fame!" Daphne yelled. "You're already the most arrogant man in Seattle!"
Frasier gasped in horror. "I beg your pardon?"
"You heard me!"
"I'll have you know that my radio show has helped thousands of people all over Seattle and if being well-respected and famous because of it makes me arrogant, so be it!" Frasier shot back.
Daphne turned to him in annoyance. "I wasn't referrin' to your radio show!"
Angrily Frasier stormed off toward the front desk and flashed a smile at the reservation agent.
"Hello..." he began sweetly. "I'm-."
The reservation agent's eyes widened. "You're Frasier Crane... F-From the radio! Omigod, we listen to your show all the time! I-in the back room of course!"
Frasier's friendly smile turned into a proud one and he shook her hand with both of his. "Well, thank you for listening. It's always nice to meet a fan."
Daphne rolled her eyes in annoyance. This would be the last time she confided in Frasier. If she had any cash with her at all, she wouldn't hesitate to hop into a cab and make her way to Niles' office.
But as it is she was stuck in this dreadful place.
Next time she'd turn to Eddie for advice.