The young and hopeless women had wasted years on trying to find someone to love. All this time she ignored what was right in front of her. She had only finally noticed the attention that Niles had been giving her. But he had given up. Nothing would have come between them. He saw her as a goddess, but the goddess would not see him as a god.

"He was wonderful..." She thought to herself.

"Do you really thing so?" Frasier asked her.

They were sitting across from each other. In the small quiet cafe their whispers had remained too dull for the waitress to try wasting her time on listening in. The waitress had placed the pot of coffee, leaving it on the table for them.

"I suppose so.." Daphne had moved her slender hands from her face where they were rested and placed them on the table around her small cup. "I don't really know how I could have missed this chance with Niles. He was quite charming. But I guess it was for the better though. He had rekindled the love that he had for Mrs. Crane."

Frasier's eyes shot down towards the table, watching her perfect hands land near his. He saw this as a perfect chance to confess. He hesitated for a moment. But the rush of him being in love had over come this moment of hesitation. Frasier grabbed her hands firmly, almost knocking over her coffee. "Love me!"

"What?" Daphne eyes went wide and clear as they were in a daze before.

"Love me Miss. Moon!" He pulled her hands closer to his chest.

"I... I have to go." She had regained the ownership of her hands. Quickly leaving money on the table for the coffee, she said goodbye soon after. Being the shy woman she was she left her purse behind, though in the end it wouldn't matter. Martin was still in her care as she lived in Frasier's large apartment.

"Please Daphne! Listen to me!" He called to her. But she did not hear a word.

From Frasier's point of view the snow looked depressing that night. He had decided to walk home that night to clear his mind after what had happened. "You fool you were too bold and too forward!" He shouted in the middle of the street and looked around to see people giving him dirty looks. "Freak..." He mumbled under his cloud of hot breath. "Daphne would have loved this snow... It's just perfect, like her. ...in every way..." He trailed on. His attempt at clearing his mind didn't seem to work.

"Daphne, what is wrong?" Martin asked, picking up his cane as he moved from his favorite old chair.

"Nothing... Mr. Crane." She said softly looking away and headed towards the balcony to avoid her therapy session with the retired cop. She thought he was no good at advice.

Martin hobbled over to stand next to her; he placed a blanket around her shoulders. "Come on. You're like a daughter to me, just spill the beans."

"Everyone is so caring... I don't notice it until it's too late." She said pulling the blanket over her chest to keep the chills from getting to her lungs.

The moment of silence was strong. "Are you still bothered by Niles?"

"No..."

"What then?"

"Frasier made an attempt today to say he loved me." Her breath drew dead as she held it in, she wanted to just collapse and cry.

For a long time they both watched the lights of moving cars down below. They both enjoyed the large snow flakes that had fallen at just the right speed. Not too fast nor was it too slow.

"Daphne I wouldn't know what to tell you. Can you blame anyone though? You're come from another country and you're beautiful. Give Frasier a chance. Maybe things will spark between you two." Martin smiled towards her and left to go back inside. "The cold is bothering my hip. If you want come inside for a hot drink."

Daphne had nodded and sighed. Below Frasier was standing under the buildings' over towering size. His half way aging face looked straight up towards her. Daphne didn't seem to notice him; her eyes were still busy with seeing the cars. She just turned after a while to go back inside.

"Shall I call you my only?" Frasier whispered and walked into the building. "Niles how did you cope..." He couldn't seem to stop mumbling to himself. It seemed to be a habit he picked up from the people who had seen him for therapy in the past.

A few hours had passed. Frasier had just stood outside of his door. Some would say he looked dumbfounded with his key just half way inserted into the door and not even bothering to unlock it. It would look as though he had forgotten how to even unlock at door.

The soft hand of Daphne had gripped the other side of the door handle. "Dr. Crane, what are you doing?" She asked. "Why haven't you come inside?" Her voice was soft and Frasier just gave her a dead look.

"Because I can't find courage to walk into my own home…." He walked passed her as she opened the door wider.

"Well that is non-sense." Daphne had taken his suit case and coat from him. "Just relax on the couch; I'll fix you some tea."

"No tea please, just some scotch. Strait if you will." Frasier said with his hand in the air and in slow motion waved her off like she was second class.

"Of course Dr. Crane." She gave a little bow out of sarcasm after him being so sour. She backed up into the kitchen and poured him a simple glass of scotch, no ice and nothing added to make it easier to taste. "Rough, just the way you like it." Daphne was now in a sour mood herself. She couldn't bring herself to smile just for him. Frasier and her hand made contact once again as she had passed off the beautifully cut glass to him. If it weren't for the kettle Dr. Crane and Mrs. Moon would have locked lips as their eyes had just did.

"Get that before my ear drums burst." Frasier had ordered her so coldly. She frowned at him and hurried off to the kitchen.

"You're a brute, always so cold and uncaring. You're the opposite of your brother!" She rather frustrated with the man as she held her cup of tea.

Frasier had chugged his medium sized glass of scotch as if it were a shot no bigger than a thimble. He then heard her. She blurted out the first sentence to this fight. "Of course I'm not!" He growled with his deep manly voice. In complete anger he had shot up from his seat. He had dropped the glass and let it shatter. As careless as he was in the moment he had allowed himself to step into the glass just to get at her.

"You better not touch me!" She tried to warn Frasier but his manly rage could smell the weak attempt to hide her fear. She had dropped her tea and looked to the ground as she pinned her to the wall.

"I'm surprised my brother did not go mad with rage! He loved you and you were so oblivious to it that he gave up with a broken heart. I'm surprised he wasn't as blunt as I am being right now!" Frasier would have continued the fight with her if it wasn't for Martin for walking into the apartment at that moment.

"What the hell is going on here Frasier?" He hobbled over with his cane and made Frasier back off. "Keep your hands off Daphne! You're lucky! If it wasn't for this hip I would have tossed you down and put you in the back of my car!"

Will Continue In the next chapter...

Fan Fiction by: Joanne Thirlwall
Original Content by: Creator(s) of the Frasier Show
Year Written: 2007
Last Edited: 2007