Disclaimer-Yeah, I own a TV show...I'm sitting here in a (nearly) broken rolling chair, writing a fan fiction, listening to rock music...and I just finished an essay for school...I think the chances of me owning a television show are pretty slim...or anything related to entertainment at all, for that matter.  And I don't own Auburn High School.  I think it exists in Seattle, but I don't know…

A/N-This is my second "Frasier" fan fiction, and, I promise, Niles lives.  I mean, come on, I can only live with doing it once.  Anyways, here's the first chapter.

Chapter One-The Invitation

Dr. Frasier Crane walked up to his apartment, trying to keep a grip on his mail.  He fumbled with his keys a few seconds before somehow getting it into the key hole and awkwardly pushing the door open, and then closed, with his shoulder.  As soon as he turned around, he saw his father sitting at a table with his brother and sister-in-law.  He was slightly taken aback by seeing them in his house, considering they had told him that they were going to go to dinner.  "Hello Niles, Daphne," Frasier greeted, dropping the mail on the table.  "I'm surprised to see you here; didn't you have plans?"

"Yes, we did," said Niles, annoyed.  "But it seems that the maître d' gave away our table because they 'arrived there first.'  Ha!  They probably bribed him with the slipping-of-a-twenty-dollar-bill-into-his-hand technique.  I would've gotten the table back, but I have better manners than to bribe someone."

"You couldn't do it, could you?" asked Frasier.

"No, it dropped right on the floor.  I could tell that he was going to laugh, so I said 'Oh, I'm sorry, I seemed to have dropped this one hundred dollar bill,' and then I turned around and left.  But you should have seen his face!  He looked positively flustered!  Although, he may have seen that it was only a five dollar bill and he was simply angry that I would try to bribe him with that."  Niles shrugged his shoulders, and sat down.

"So, we decided that we'd simply have dinner with the two of you," said Daphne.  "That is alright, isn't it?"

"Of course it is," said Martin, taking a sip of beer.  "Our casa es su casa."

"No, your casa used to be 'es mi casa.'"

Frasier shook his head, and began looking through his mail.  His eyebrows rose as he saw a return address from Auburn High School.  He tore the envelope open and read the message:

Dear Frasier Crane,

You have been invited to the 1971 Auburn High School Class Reunion.  You will be able to meet some faces from the past, catch up with old friends, and see old flames.  The date is Saturday, July 12th, 7:00 P.M. to Midnight. Hope to see you there!

Sincerely Yours,

Auburn High

Frasier rolled his eyes; seeing "old friends" wasn't exactly the great weekend he had in mind, besides, he had an opera performance scheduled for that night, and he didn't want to miss it. 

"What is that, Frasier?" asked Niles, leaning over to read the letter.  "Ahh, a letter for our first class reunion.  I just got one today.  Why do you think they decided to wait this long to start having them?  I mean, half of us could be dead already."

"I don't know; probably a money issue or something, but it doesn't matter.  I already have plans for that night."

"As do I.  Besides, I never really cared much for my old classmates.  They were all so…strange.  All of the boys had this unnatural obsession with getting sweaty, yelling at the top of their lungs, and stomping on the floor until the ceiling began to crack."

"Oh my, and they did this during class?" asked Daphne.

"No, it was during a basketball game that I was forced to go to.  I never understood how one gets pleasure out of running back and forth on a wooden court, especially since they always ended up with a disgusting yellow stain under the arms."

"Niles, I think that only you would care about something like that during a ball game," said Martin, shaking his head.

"Anyways, that wasn't the only reason I didn't like them.  They were…jealous of my advanced intellect.  I remember, one boy threatened to take away my favorite ball point pen unless I did his homework."

"You didn't do it, did you?"

"Well…Dad, it was my favorite pen, need I remind you?"

"No son, you don't, but I think that you boys should go.  Who knows, maybe those kids have grown up a little since high school."

"Yeah," agreed Daphne.  "Remember that Danny Kriezel?  He turned out to really feel bad about bullying you."

"Yeah, but his brother didn't," snapped Frasier, remembering how Billy Kriezel had chased him a few blocks before Frasier had agreed to write a check to keep him away from him.

"Well, that's just one person.  Come on, it'll be fun.  I remember my high school reunions were always great fun.  It turned out that my best friend in high school became professional watch repairer and, you know the one girl who always acts like she's the hottest and beautiful thing God ever created?  Well, she became a man, and then became a truck driver."

Daphne smiled, as though remembering the moment she found out about it.  "The look on my ex-boyfriend's face was priceless.  Seems he had been cheating on me with her, and was looking forward to seeing her again, and when he found out, he just stood there, staring at her-his chest, as if he expected them to just pop back." 

Niles and Frasier stared at her for a second, absorbing her story.  "Yes, that was the look, only his eyes were down further."

Frasier and Niles seemed to break out of the "trance" they had been in, and sat down on the couch.  "Well, as wonderful as that sounds, Daphne, I still must insist on not going," said Frasier.

"Same here," agreed Niles.

To Be Continued…

A/N-I completely ran out of ideas, there.  Oh well…please review!