Finale and Goodnight Seattle-
A/N: Well, what can I say? It's been a long journey, but it looks like this
fic has come to an end. At least I finished before the actual show finale! A
final thanks to all who reviewed and who pestered me to write this!
***
It was like a dream. Sure, it took eleven years to happen, but my life was
perfect. So perfect even, I was terrified that it really was a dream.
In just an hour, I would be on a plane to Boston with my ex-wife and our son.
That in itself was unbelievable. The fact that we'd be getting remarried, was
beyond my imagination.
I'd proposed as soon as I got back from the hospital. It hadn't been the most
romantic thing ever, but it was better then the first time.
And when she told me our son's girlfriend *wasn't* pregnant, I started crying.
After all that worrying! But it didn't matter-she wasn't pregnant!
But I almost died when Dad told me he was moving in with Niles and Daphne. I
knew though, that he wanted a chance to get to know his second grandchild, and I
couldn't blame him.
I'd be sending for the rest of my things when I got settled. Well, what I
needed. The furniture would be staying. I couldn't believe it, but I knew I'd
miss Dad and his chair!
I'd miss a lot of things and people, but the Seattle part of my life was over.
I'd still keep in touch with them and would come back to visit my niece.
I wouldn't have a finale show. I was moving so suddenly, it made it impossible.
That was hard, but I wanted to be with Lilith and Freddie as much as possible.
They were more important them my job.
"Frasier, we need to hurry if we want to make our flight."
"Alright. Go on down, and I'll meet you in a minute."
"Ok, I understand." She left, leaving me alone in my apartment. For the last
time.
I walked around my living room, soaking everything in. I ran my hands over the
table and gave Dad's chair a hearty pat. As I made my way to the door, Eddie
ran out and jumped on that very chair. So, that would be the last time I'd see
him do that-or at least here.
When I reached the door, I took one last look around my home. When I was ready,
I turned off the lights and closed the door. For the last time.
A/N: Well, what can I say? It's been a long journey, but it looks like this
fic has come to an end. At least I finished before the actual show finale! A
final thanks to all who reviewed and who pestered me to write this!
***
It was like a dream. Sure, it took eleven years to happen, but my life was
perfect. So perfect even, I was terrified that it really was a dream.
In just an hour, I would be on a plane to Boston with my ex-wife and our son.
That in itself was unbelievable. The fact that we'd be getting remarried, was
beyond my imagination.
I'd proposed as soon as I got back from the hospital. It hadn't been the most
romantic thing ever, but it was better then the first time.
And when she told me our son's girlfriend *wasn't* pregnant, I started crying.
After all that worrying! But it didn't matter-she wasn't pregnant!
But I almost died when Dad told me he was moving in with Niles and Daphne. I
knew though, that he wanted a chance to get to know his second grandchild, and I
couldn't blame him.
I'd be sending for the rest of my things when I got settled. Well, what I
needed. The furniture would be staying. I couldn't believe it, but I knew I'd
miss Dad and his chair!
I'd miss a lot of things and people, but the Seattle part of my life was over.
I'd still keep in touch with them and would come back to visit my niece.
I wouldn't have a finale show. I was moving so suddenly, it made it impossible.
That was hard, but I wanted to be with Lilith and Freddie as much as possible.
They were more important them my job.
"Frasier, we need to hurry if we want to make our flight."
"Alright. Go on down, and I'll meet you in a minute."
"Ok, I understand." She left, leaving me alone in my apartment. For the last
time.
I walked around my living room, soaking everything in. I ran my hands over the
table and gave Dad's chair a hearty pat. As I made my way to the door, Eddie
ran out and jumped on that very chair. So, that would be the last time I'd see
him do that-or at least here.
When I reached the door, I took one last look around my home. When I was ready,
I turned off the lights and closed the door. For the last time.