Disclaimer thing: I don't own any of the charactors and all that good stuff. Although, I really wish I did. Could you imagine what there lives would be like if one of us did? Charlotte probably wouldn't be living, Niles or Daphne would come down with all sorts of terrible illnesses, and Frederick probably wouldn't exist. Why am I still talking? But, I just have to say that the lyrics at the beginning are from Norah Jones' Cold Cold Heart.
A/N: I only have this much done. If you like it and think I should write more, please review and tell me so. Otherwise, it will probably end up in that vast universe of unfinished fics. And yes, this is the one I said I'd post the day after the finale. And I can't blame the non-postness on anything besides myself, so I'm not even going to try. Alright, I'm actually done rambling. On to the fic!
Cold, Cold Heart
By-Kaitlyn
There was a time when I believed
That you belonged to me
But now I know your heart is shackled
To a memory
The more I learn to care for you
The more we drift apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold cold heart?
He said he loved me, but they say he says that to all of them. I'd heard stories of dozens of them, but they say that's not even half of them. Even his brother told me to be careful. Apparently he's broken his share of hearts, and I never would have seen that quality in him.
When I said I'd be his matchmaker, I had no idea he'd fall for me. Niles said it could only be expected, Frasier was like that. He diagnosed his brother with something-I don't remember what-and went to get his latte. But I hadn't known he was "like that." If I had, well, if I had..I don't know. No, I do know. I would have agreed in spite of-or rather, because of-that, and we would have been in the same hell. Only, we probably would have gotten here faster because I would have convinced myself I had feelings for him and, knowing me, I would have done something about it.
But I hadn't known about his past. I hadn't known about Claire. She'd been "perfect for him," and he left her for someone who "differed from her entirely" (that part I heard from Frasier himself) only after calling his ex-wife at two in the morning to ask her advice. He'd known perfectly well that he'd never be able to truly love the second woman, but he went after her. Because he was afraid.
There was the children's book author who looked just like his mother. Daphne told me Frasier blamed it on some Fraudian theory about all men wanting to sleep with their mothers. Niles said it was the "simple fact that he knew subconsiously that this woman was safe. That he'd never be able to be in a real relationship with her because of her looks. He was just afraid."
And there'd been countless others. I heard of dozens when I was trying to figure out who I could "set him up with." I needed research. What kind of woman Frasier Crane usually fell for.
Yes, I strayed from that when I was just starting out, but I had limited research. I was, in fact, just starting out. But I think part of it was the simple fact that I wanted him for myself, and I would have done the same thing even if I had a hundred Claire's lined up. But this isn't about me.
His entire family agreed that Lilith had been the most interesting. According to Niles, Frasier would call home from time to time just to tell him how amazing she was. Niles still claims (a tad reluctantly since he "can't stand the witch") that Frasier was in love with her. Martin (even more reluctantly) admits that he might still carry feelings for her. They wouldn't tell me anything about her after Frasier and I started dating though.
But after they told me about her, I started noticing things about him. Like sometimes, we'd be sitting together, he'd be holding me, and then he'd stare off into space. He'd pass the phone, and look like he wanted to call someone, but would stop himself, but just when he noticed there were other people in the room. We'd wake up in the morning, and he'd say something sweet, but when he rolled over and saw who it was, he looked like he'd rather be there alone.
I didn't like being his second choice. I knew he'd rather be with her, but I couldn't do anything about it. Or, at least I couldn't change his mind. I knew it wasn't me making him miserable, but it wouldn't be me making him happy. I wanted to make him happy, more then anything. Even if it meant giving him up.
I was his matchmaker for God's sake! I was gonna set this man up with who he really wanted to be with. Even though it wasn't me and I wanted it to be. I wanted it to be more then anything.
A/N: I only have this much done. If you like it and think I should write more, please review and tell me so. Otherwise, it will probably end up in that vast universe of unfinished fics. And yes, this is the one I said I'd post the day after the finale. And I can't blame the non-postness on anything besides myself, so I'm not even going to try. Alright, I'm actually done rambling. On to the fic!
Cold, Cold Heart
By-Kaitlyn
There was a time when I believed
That you belonged to me
But now I know your heart is shackled
To a memory
The more I learn to care for you
The more we drift apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold cold heart?
He said he loved me, but they say he says that to all of them. I'd heard stories of dozens of them, but they say that's not even half of them. Even his brother told me to be careful. Apparently he's broken his share of hearts, and I never would have seen that quality in him.
When I said I'd be his matchmaker, I had no idea he'd fall for me. Niles said it could only be expected, Frasier was like that. He diagnosed his brother with something-I don't remember what-and went to get his latte. But I hadn't known he was "like that." If I had, well, if I had..I don't know. No, I do know. I would have agreed in spite of-or rather, because of-that, and we would have been in the same hell. Only, we probably would have gotten here faster because I would have convinced myself I had feelings for him and, knowing me, I would have done something about it.
But I hadn't known about his past. I hadn't known about Claire. She'd been "perfect for him," and he left her for someone who "differed from her entirely" (that part I heard from Frasier himself) only after calling his ex-wife at two in the morning to ask her advice. He'd known perfectly well that he'd never be able to truly love the second woman, but he went after her. Because he was afraid.
There was the children's book author who looked just like his mother. Daphne told me Frasier blamed it on some Fraudian theory about all men wanting to sleep with their mothers. Niles said it was the "simple fact that he knew subconsiously that this woman was safe. That he'd never be able to be in a real relationship with her because of her looks. He was just afraid."
And there'd been countless others. I heard of dozens when I was trying to figure out who I could "set him up with." I needed research. What kind of woman Frasier Crane usually fell for.
Yes, I strayed from that when I was just starting out, but I had limited research. I was, in fact, just starting out. But I think part of it was the simple fact that I wanted him for myself, and I would have done the same thing even if I had a hundred Claire's lined up. But this isn't about me.
His entire family agreed that Lilith had been the most interesting. According to Niles, Frasier would call home from time to time just to tell him how amazing she was. Niles still claims (a tad reluctantly since he "can't stand the witch") that Frasier was in love with her. Martin (even more reluctantly) admits that he might still carry feelings for her. They wouldn't tell me anything about her after Frasier and I started dating though.
But after they told me about her, I started noticing things about him. Like sometimes, we'd be sitting together, he'd be holding me, and then he'd stare off into space. He'd pass the phone, and look like he wanted to call someone, but would stop himself, but just when he noticed there were other people in the room. We'd wake up in the morning, and he'd say something sweet, but when he rolled over and saw who it was, he looked like he'd rather be there alone.
I didn't like being his second choice. I knew he'd rather be with her, but I couldn't do anything about it. Or, at least I couldn't change his mind. I knew it wasn't me making him miserable, but it wouldn't be me making him happy. I wanted to make him happy, more then anything. Even if it meant giving him up.
I was his matchmaker for God's sake! I was gonna set this man up with who he really wanted to be with. Even though it wasn't me and I wanted it to be. I wanted it to be more then anything.