- A one year old Frasier, who just lost his mom due to money and custody issues and a father who wants no part of the responsibility of raising a child, is sent to Seattle, Washington in hopes that a kind but lonely man would be able to raise this kid well.
A/N - Mentions of "Sex"
Transition
A young Frasier was looking up at the ceiling from inside of his crib. For a one year old, he was smart. Not Albert Einstein, but to know enough about what's going on around him. He understood few words but his mind liked to put puzzle pieces together. Frasier heard voices through the vent. Though he didn't understand most of it
"No Sam! It was you who knocked me up! You- WE..Are responsible for this baby! Don't you understand?!" A female voice yells
"Yes! I do Lilith! But what about my bar? Huh?! I'm not ready to be a father yet, I don't want responsibility yet! What happened was a mistake!-" Sam yells
"ARE YOU CALLING OUR SON, A LITTLE BABY, A Mistake??" Lilith yelled back as her voice breaks
"You mean YOUR son.This has been the most MISERABLE year of my life. More miserable than I was with Diane!" The male yelled back, "As a matter a fact, I want us to-" The screaming match was cut short as the doorbell rang. Frasier was waiting to hear more, but there were no voices. Just the sound of fast moving footsteps up the staircase. Frasier suddenly felt himself yanked from his crib. His mother gently stroking his back.
"Don't worry Frasier, I'll take care of this." She assured him
Frasier didn't understand what she meant. But saw two men at the door.
"Ms. Sternin, it's that time." One of the men said
She held Frasier closer to her, "I'd have to dead before you take this baby from my arms." she said.
The two men walk closer to her, and a man stood behind them, must be Frasier's father. They move closer and Lilith backs up. One man holds his hand out gently as Lilith yells, "NO!" and tries to run, but the other man got her down to the ground while the other held Frasier before he hit the ground so he wouldn't be hurt. Frasier looks down and sees his mother struggling, so he begins to cry.
"Get him out of here." The one man holding his mother down on the ground says
He obeys his order. Frasier, his father, and the man holding him go down the stairs.
"So what's next? For Frasier I mean." His father asks
"Since you two are divorcing, and you don't want custody, and Lilith can't supply for him or herself because she's uh crazy, we have to take him with us, he's going to be put in the system until a family wants him." The social service worker replied
Sam nods, "Okay, but do we get a say for who he's going to be with. I would like to be sure he goes to a good family."
The guy smiles, "Mr. Malone, if we find a guardian fit to take care of this boy, then he will go with them, but you two can meet them."
Sam nods, "Okay, let me pack his bag."
Sam goes upstairs to where he saw the man lay Lilith on their bed in the bedroom.
"What happened?" Sam asks
The worker holds up a shot of some sort, "She was getting hysteric. She needed to be tranquilized."
Sam nods, "Okay, well I need to pack the kids stuff." He says as he goes into the nursery to pack some of this things, clothes, toys, a special blanket, Sam smiled when he saw these things, but he just wasn't ready to be a father just yet. It's been a year and he has barely said two words to his kid. He loved a kid just like any other, but he just wasn't ready. After Lilith caught him with another girl in their room, it was the final straw.
"Mr. Malone?" A social services worker asked Sam, snapping him from his thoughts
"It's that time." The social worker asked
Sam nods and goes back downstairs to where the two workers were, one holding his son, and the time had come where they would take him.
Sam walks over to his son and takes him into his arms, which earned a confused look on Frasier.
"These guys'll take good care of ya, ok?" Sam tells Frasier, hoping he'd understand. Even he saw that the kid was intelligent
Frasier just takes his finger and pokes his face.
Sam hands him back over, "he's ready to go."
The one man turns to Frasier, "You ready kid?" they say as the turn out the door. Neighbors came and watched as two men took a kid from their home. They put him in a seat as they got ready to go.
Transition
"Hey Marty! You wanna come down for a beer at Dukes?" A police officer asked Martin Crane
"Ehh nah! Not today man, sorry." Martin replies
"What's wrong Marty, got to take your wife home after she had one too many drinks!" he remarks as he laughs hysterically
"Actually Seth, my wife died last week." Martin says sadly
Seth looked immediately apologetic, "Oh man, Marty I'm sorry. I didn't know."
Martin smiles, "I know you don't know, because I never told you."
"Why is that?" Seth inquired, "You should grieve if you want to."
"Just forget about it." Martin said as he walked out the door, "tell the guys hey for me.''
"Will do Marty, take care." Seth says goodbye
Martin drives home, and walks onto his porch of his and his wife's home and enters the empty house with everything but a mattress in the middle of the floor house. He recently put a for sale sign up on the porch. It was too painful to live here by himself, without his wife, without his supposed son. His wife was 6 months pregnant when she died. Drunk driver drove onto the wrong side of the road. It was her, and Marty and they were on their way to the hospital for an ultrasound. They knew the sex of the child. His phone rang.
He answered it, "Hello?"
'Hello Mr. Crane, we received your adopting eligibility form." the other line said
'Oh geez, I forgot about that." Martin thought. It was out of rage of never getting to have his son. Maybe caring for any kid would be just as good, now he wasn't so sure. He filled it out the night his wife died.
'We have a baby boy on his way from Boston and into the Seattle area, we looked over our records and see that you were expecting a son.' Martins heart cringed, 'You are financially stable, your housing situation is in process. We see you are moving so that would be settled, we think you'd be a good father for this child. Would you like to?'
Martin was speechless, he never expected this to happen. Sure, he knew that he could end up with a kid but not so soon. Could he really take care of a child when he is just getting past his wife's death?
'Mr.Crane? Are you there? We need an answer.' If there is one thing he learned in this life, it's not to blow opportunities. He learned that when he first got married. He almost blew his chance with Hester. He wasn't going to toss this kid aside and miss this chance to be a father.
"Yeah." Martin said in the phone, "I'll take him."
'Great, his name is Frasier W. Malone and he should be arriving in Seattle in two days. At 12:30. Should we meet with you in your previous address, or your new one?' The guy on the line asks
"My new address, I'm moving in tomorrow." Martin replies
'And that's Elliot Bay towers right? Apartment number 1901?' the guy on the line asks
Martin nods, "Yes." he says on the other line. That building used to be lived in and owned by pretentious snobs, but under new management it became very affordable. Plus, it was three bedroom and three bathroom. It is nice for a family.
'Great, we look forward to the meeting Mr. Crane.'
"Me too." Martin says as he hung up. He was going to be a father.
Transition
Martin was straightening up his apartment. Today was the day he was going to meet Frasier, his, hopefully, son. A Crane. His home was a bit nicer than what he was used to, but once they had their son they planned to move into a nicer home. His doorbell rang.
Martin went to answer it. When he opened up there were three men. Two social service workers and a lawyer. One of the social workers was holding a little baby in a carrier.
"Martin Crane?" The lawyer asked. Martin nodded.
The lawyer held out his hand, "Steven Jackson." (Made up name). "We are here to discuss possible adopting arrangements?"
Martin smiled as he held the door open, "Yes. Please come in."
They all walked in and Martin offered them a seat and something to drink, but they decided to get down to business.
"Okay, so home arrangements. Check. Money wise is all good." Martin smiled as the lawyer made his way down the list, but his smile suddenly changed.
"But your career isn't the safest." The lawyer eyed Martin. Martin was prepared for this.
"I know. But I have a brother Walt, and if something were to happen to me, he'd happily care for the boy. Here are his papers stating everything the state requires."
After discussing for about and hour everything about Martin's life, Martin started playing with Frasier a little. 'This baby is beautiful' he kept thinking. The baby looked at him, he looked unfamiliar but saw that Martin was a trustworthy human being. One all the paper work was done, The lawyer looked more than impress, "Well everything checks out ok, so just one thing remains…" Martin looks at him as the lawyer hands him a paper and pen.
"Will you take Frasier as your son? Making him Frasier Winslow Crane?" The lawyer asked
Martin happily took the pen, "Yes please." Martin looked over at the sleeping Frasier in his carrier. Martin signed his name and looked at Frasier, 'My son.' he thought.
Transition (Two Months Later)
Martin walked into the apartment after a long day at work. He took of his jacket and hung it up on the wall.
He looked around his house, "Ronee? Frasier?" he called
"Over here Martin!" Frasier's 15 year old babysitter Ronee called as she walked into the kitchen holding a flour covered Frasier.
Martin wants to laugh but he keeps a straight face, "What happened?"
Ronee tried wiping some of the flour out of Frasier's eye, "Well we tried making a cake for your birthday and I accidently left him alone with some flour on the counter, I'm sorry."
Martin was now shocked, "You left him on the counter?"
"It was an accident, I'm sorry." Ronee apologized
Martin took Frasier from Ronee, "Look its fine, just don't leave him like that again, ok?"
Ronee looked at him sympathetically, "Ok Mr. Crane, I'm sorry." She said as she got her things
"It's okay Ronee. Have a goodnight." Martin says to Ronee as she walks out
"Goodnight." She says as she walks out of the apartment
Martin looks at Frasier, "I guess we should get you cleaned up huh?" Frasier sneezes. Martin laughs as flour and saliva got in his face.
Martin held Frasier as he was in a chair in Frasier's room. He wrapped his son in a blanket. Frasier was sleeping peacefully in his arms. Martin took some time to reflect, something he's barely done. He didn't think he was going to love his son as much as he would've if his wife had their child. But Martin feels that Frasier filled that missing void. Martin smiles at the picture of his wife he has on the other side of Frasier's room. 'Isn't he beautiful Hester? He's your son, OUR son.'
TBC.
Unlike POI, this is going to turn into more of a sitcom more than a drama. Just finished Frasier and I loved it!!! Who's your favorite Frasier Character? (Mine is Niles). Anyway, I should get to uploading more POI, Cheers! (Get it, Frasier, cheers, ok I'll stop)