Authors Notes:
This fic is set just before Lilith's affair, when their relationship wasn't going so well. I've had this idea for a long time, and now I've finally motivated myself to write.
Of course I do not own any of the characters, apart from Philip. Nor do I own, or did I write the song 'You Don't Bring Me Flowers'.
(This fic works best if you happen to have a copy of 'You don't Bring Me Flaowers', and play it as you read chapter 4.)
P.S. This only has 6 short chapters, so it's not as well written as an epic.
Hope you like it.
Chapter 1:
As I stormed through the front door of our townhouse, closely followed by my husband, I slammed my purse down on the table.
"Lilith!" Frasier followed breathlessly, closing the door the door behind him. "Lilith, honey. Listen, it was just a meaningless joke."
"There's no such thing as a meaningless joke, Frasier."
"So you keep telling me." He muttered under his breath.
I shot him a scornful glance. He made me so mad sometimes. "How could you do that to me Frasier?"
"Do what to you?"
"Ridicule me in front of everyone like that!" We had just arrived home from Cheers, where I was regularly the butt of people's jokes. I could handle the odd comment from Carla, of course it hurt, but I was used to it after 7 years. I'd learned to form a shell and ignore it.
"Darling, you know what the guys are like." He said as he attempted to put his arm around me.
I pulled away. "Yes but this time it wasn't the guys was it? It was you."
He hung his head. "I'm sorry Lilith."
I sat down on the couch, as he slumped into the armchair. "You may be. But I've heard it all before Frasier."
There was a long silence. Usually when this happened--as it has so many times recently--I would excuse myself to go and check on Frederick. But we had sent Frederick to my mother's so that we could have the weekend to ourselves. Somehow I didn't think that was going to happen. I wasn't in any mood to forgive Frasier right now. So to avoid the growing tension in the room I decided I had to get out of there.
I picked up my purse, and started towards the door. "Where are you going?" He asked.
"Out."
"Out where?"
I had no idea where I was going. But I needed some space. "Just, out." I replied.
He got up out of the chair and walked towards me. "Lilith, I think we should talk about this."
"I can't talk to you right now. I'm too mad. This has happened too many times, and it'll keep happening, unless we do something. I need time to think."
"About what?" He asked tentatively.
"Our future." His face dropped even more. I knew it sounded hash. But that was honestly how I felt at that moment. Over the past few months Frasier and I had been growing apart. We both tended to work late, and Frasier spent most of his spare time at Cheers. We must have only spent 9 hours a day together. I know it sounds a lot--but given that 7 of them were spent sleeping--it wasn't.
I gently lifted his face so that I could look into his eyes. "If you believe in us, you'll let me go, and trust me to come back having made the right decision."
He nodded solemnly. "OK… I'll be here.
This fic is set just before Lilith's affair, when their relationship wasn't going so well. I've had this idea for a long time, and now I've finally motivated myself to write.
Of course I do not own any of the characters, apart from Philip. Nor do I own, or did I write the song 'You Don't Bring Me Flowers'.
(This fic works best if you happen to have a copy of 'You don't Bring Me Flaowers', and play it as you read chapter 4.)
P.S. This only has 6 short chapters, so it's not as well written as an epic.
Hope you like it.
Chapter 1:
As I stormed through the front door of our townhouse, closely followed by my husband, I slammed my purse down on the table.
"Lilith!" Frasier followed breathlessly, closing the door the door behind him. "Lilith, honey. Listen, it was just a meaningless joke."
"There's no such thing as a meaningless joke, Frasier."
"So you keep telling me." He muttered under his breath.
I shot him a scornful glance. He made me so mad sometimes. "How could you do that to me Frasier?"
"Do what to you?"
"Ridicule me in front of everyone like that!" We had just arrived home from Cheers, where I was regularly the butt of people's jokes. I could handle the odd comment from Carla, of course it hurt, but I was used to it after 7 years. I'd learned to form a shell and ignore it.
"Darling, you know what the guys are like." He said as he attempted to put his arm around me.
I pulled away. "Yes but this time it wasn't the guys was it? It was you."
He hung his head. "I'm sorry Lilith."
I sat down on the couch, as he slumped into the armchair. "You may be. But I've heard it all before Frasier."
There was a long silence. Usually when this happened--as it has so many times recently--I would excuse myself to go and check on Frederick. But we had sent Frederick to my mother's so that we could have the weekend to ourselves. Somehow I didn't think that was going to happen. I wasn't in any mood to forgive Frasier right now. So to avoid the growing tension in the room I decided I had to get out of there.
I picked up my purse, and started towards the door. "Where are you going?" He asked.
"Out."
"Out where?"
I had no idea where I was going. But I needed some space. "Just, out." I replied.
He got up out of the chair and walked towards me. "Lilith, I think we should talk about this."
"I can't talk to you right now. I'm too mad. This has happened too many times, and it'll keep happening, unless we do something. I need time to think."
"About what?" He asked tentatively.
"Our future." His face dropped even more. I knew it sounded hash. But that was honestly how I felt at that moment. Over the past few months Frasier and I had been growing apart. We both tended to work late, and Frasier spent most of his spare time at Cheers. We must have only spent 9 hours a day together. I know it sounds a lot--but given that 7 of them were spent sleeping--it wasn't.
I gently lifted his face so that I could look into his eyes. "If you believe in us, you'll let me go, and trust me to come back having made the right decision."
He nodded solemnly. "OK… I'll be here.