I promised myself I'd try to go easy on the Frasier fan fics but this idea popped into my head for Halloween. This will be a three part episode, one part per day through Halloween!
This is set in Season 6 but does not tie into any particular episode(s).
"I can't believe how hard it was to find a pantsuit in a big city like this!" Roz said dramatically, collapsing into a chair at Café Nervosa. She hung a long garment bag over the back of chair and sighed tiredly.
Frasier, sitting on the opposite side of the table, looked askance at his producer. A pantsuit was the last thing he'd expect this wild, hot-headed woman to wear. Aside from the professional clothes she wore at work, most of her wardrobe accented her body—or left little to the imagination at all.
"If you want to know, it's part of my costume for your Halloween party," Roz snapped, as if she could read his mind. "You said the theme is historical people, so I'm going as—,"
"Hillary Clinton," Frasier guessed suddenly.
Roz grinned. "I know, I'm nothing like Hillary Clinton, but that's what's fun about Halloween. It's the only time you can pretend to be someone else and not get laughed at. Well, I guess I'd better go. Alice's babysitter is at her wit's end with Alice suddenly turning colicky."
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When Frasier returned to his apartment that afternoon, the sight that met his eyes him left him momentarily speechless. Eddie barked his greetings, as usual, but today the terrier was wearing an outlandish costume. On Eddie's back was a miniature saddle and on each foot was a hoof-shaped boot. A clip-on horse tail completed the look.
Martin walked in just in time to see Frasier's dubious expression.
"I know you think Eddie looks stupid," Martin said, rolling his eyes, "but before you say anything, I thought it would be great for your Halloween party. I'm going as George Washington. Eddie will be George Washington's horse!"
"Surely you don't think I'm going to have that dog out during the party?" Frasier exclaimed. "I am wounded! My party must be perfect! I have a reputation, you know!"
"Aw, jeez," Martin grumbled. "You and your 'reputation'. Why can't you just be fun once in a while?"
"Oh, all right," Frasier said irritably. "Eddie can stay, but he has to behave!"
"He'll be a perfect gentleman…or dog," Martin said.
The day of the party dawned, and Frasier wasted no time in fussing over every detail. Martin watched in mild annoyance as Frasier scuttled about, wiping up a tiny spot of dirt on the floor and a barely noticeable smudge on the window. Meticulously he smoothed out a tiny wrinkle in the orange silk cloth that adorned the wine table. Last of all, he wiped a smattering of dust off his Chihuly glass vase.
"Oh, for God's sake, Fras', you're going to make yourself crazy fussing like that," Martin snapped.
"Well, I wouldn't have to 'fuss' if Daphne paid a little more attention to detail!" Frasier protested.
"You're the fussiest person I've ever met in me whole life, Dr. Crane. I really did try me best cleaning for your party."
Frasier turned around to see Daphne step out of the guest bathroom, holding a toilet brush in her hand and waving it at him in a gesture of disapproval. Martin shot his oldest son a reprimanding glance and Frasier looked away, abashed.
"I'm sorry, Daphne," he apologized. "You did a great job. It's just that this party must go well! The one Cam Winston threw last week is the talk of the whole building!"
Martin exchanged an exasperated look with Daphne as Frasier once again railed against Cam Winston, whom he saw as a rival.
Moments before the guests were due to arrive, Frasier put the finishing touches on his living room. Everything was perfect, he thought with satisfaction as he stepped back to admire his work. Everything was ready just in time, for the doorbell rang at that moment.
"Welcome, welcome to my party!" Frasier said cordially as he opened the door. "Oh, it's you, Niles—or should I say, Jung."
Niles grinned as he adjusted a pair of wire-rimmed glasses.
"I wanted to be absolutely accurate, right down to the mustache. Do you really think I look like Charles Jung?"
"A spindly Charles Jung," Frasier snickered.
"I wouldn't laugh," Niles said, "not while you're wearing that generic Shakespeare costume. And…oh, hello…Daphne."
Frasier smiled as Niles noticed the one person who could always distract him. Daphne had just stepped into the living room. She was wearing a flowing, simple white dress with (as Niles immediately noted) a plunging neckline. The dress went down to her slender ankles, and she was wearing white stilettos that accentuated her gracefully tall figure.
"Daphne, you look marvelous!" Niles said.
"Who are you supposed to be, Daphne?" Frasier asked.
"Marilyn Monroe, but me blonde wig kept falling off and pulling me hair. Now I'm just a woman in a white dress."
"And a very good-looking woman you are, too," Niles said.
"That's very sweet of you, Dr. Crane."
The doorbell rang once again, and Frasier opened the door to admit Roz, who had pulled off the 'Hillary Clinton look' very well, from a blonde wig that was like Hillary's own hairstyle to the familiar pantsuit. And right behind Roz, wearing a suit and a short grey wig, was Bulldog.
"He insisted on being Bill Clinton," Roz said, rolling her eyes. "Not that it's inaccurate. They do share some…interests."
"So, we both like a good-looking woman," Bulldog drawled, to Frasier's consternation. He hadn't wanted to invite Bulldog, but in inviting Roz, he felt he should invite the rest of the KACL staff.
Within a few minutes, everyone was gathered—Gil Chesterton as Wolfgang Puck, Kenny as Winston Churchill, Noel as Leonard Nimoy, and Father Mike as pope John Paul II.
The other guests soon joined the rest: Cam Winston, who had come dressed as Theodore Roosevelt, was quickly followed by Mrs. Fontaine, the condominium board president. She had tried (and, Frasier thought, failed) to look like Jackie Kennedy. Then was Alistair, the head of the opera society board (dressed as Fred Astaire) and Madeleine Roberts, owner of the finest winery in Washington State. She was in a very unconvincing Cleopatra costume, but the Crane brothers flattered her with excessive praise.
"I'm glad you're all here," Frasier said, and was about to give a welcoming speech when Martin and Eddie came into the living room. All attention was diverted from Frasier as his guests noticed Eddie.
"Oh, he's so cute in his little costume!" Roz exclaimed.
"Come here, little buddy!" Cam said, reaching out to scratch Eddie's chin.
"What a charming creature," Gil intoned.
As the guests—even the uptight Mrs. Fontaine—cooed over Eddie, Frasier glowered resentfully. Martin caught his eye and gave a provoking grin, which did nothing to improve Frasier's mood. This was his party, and a ridiculously dressed Jack Russell terrier was the center of it now!
A/N: I made some minor changes in canon. Father Mike is still at KACL (he was fired in Season 3) and Cam Winston appears early.