THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE REVIEW DULCEY. I'VE READ SOME OF YOUR STORIES BEFORE AND I REALLY HAVE LIKE THEM. UNFORTUNATELY I THINK YOU MIGHT HAVE GOTTEN THE WRONG IDEA ABOUT THIS STORY. SORRY, GUESS IS SHOULD OF MADE MYSELF CLEARER IN THE SYNOPSIS. BUT YOU'RE TOTALLY RIGHT ABOUT FRASIER AND LILITH. THEY ARE THE BEST! WELL, HERE'S CHAPTER TWO! ENJOY!
That damn phone always did ring at the most inopportune times. Not only had I had to stay late enough that night I was going to have to stay even later thanks to the latest patient I was taking on. Thinking that it might be Frederick calling to ask me where I was I picked the phone up.
"Hello!" I answered, a bit of frustration laced in my voice.
"Uh, Lilith, hi!" Frasier's voice shocked me. Why was he calling? Was something wrong?
"Oh, hello Frasier, how are you?" I asked, leaning back in my chair.
"All right I suppose!" He answered quickly. What the hell was going on? He never called just for us to have small talk. We both hated small talk.
"Frasier, I hate to sound rude but I'll risk it. Why are you calling? Is there anything wrong?" There was a pause. Woman trouble, he was having woman trouble. Whenever he paused like this it was something with his latest girlfriend or crush. Frederick was the same way, much to my chagrin.
"Well Lilith, there was this woman that I just broke up with and I don't know why. I mean she was perfect! I was attracted to her, she was smart, and funny, and pretty. What's wrong with me?" Frasier sounded deeply hurt and conflicted.
"Do you want me to answer that question?" I could not help but tease him.
"NO!" He snapped, angered by the playful tone in my voice. "Lilith, c'mon, I'm really havin' trouble with this. I thought you would help!"
"All right, I'm sorry Frasier, I'll help. Tell me, where did you meet this woman?" Even though I knew I sounded more like a psychiatrist than an ex-wife I could not help it.
"Why did you have to start out with that question?" He asked, exasperated.
"If I do not have all the correct information how can I give you a proper diagnosis?"
"Good point. Well, I know you'll laugh so I'll go ahead and say it, she was my matchmaker!" Ok, don't laugh Lilith, you must refrain from such a spontaneous emotion, Frasier needs you now, I told myself austerely.
"All right, and you felt both emotionally and physically attracted to this woman?"
"Yes! Lilith, stop being a psychiatrist for a moment and just tell me what you think as my ex-wife. Please!" He sounded desperate and I could not torment him.
"Well, I suppose that it could always be a simple attraction to a figure of authority that is helping you with a difficult subject in your life, such as your love life!"
"That's what Niles and I thought! Thank you Lilith! When three psychiatrists have the same though…." I quickly turned my attention from the phone to the door of my office where a man about six foot tall with an olive complexion, brown hair, and in clothing, that my son would describe as rag tag, stood. "Frasier, I am terribly sorry but I will have to call you later. My patient has just arrived!" I said into the phone.
"All right, goodbye Lilith, I love you!" His voice sounded so sincere and a bit calmer.
"I love you too! Goodbye!" I said into the receiver then hung the phone up. That was when a feeling of uneasiness washed over me. Suddenly I wanted to hear Frasier's voice again, better yet have his arms around me. For some reason I was feeling very frightened.
"Uh, you Doctor Sternin?" The man's voice was deep and bold. It startled me out of my trance and I quickly stood to my feet.
"Yes! And you are Drake Wilson?" I questioned.
"Yeah! So, when we get started?"
"Right away!" I answered and motioned for him to sit in the chair in front of my desk. With out a shake of the hand or even a smile he flopped back in the chair, slouching. If that had been Frederick, or even someone I knew better, I would have told them sit up straight. Reminding myself I was there to help with psychological problems, not posture, I sat down in my chair and began the session. Feeling uneasy the entire time. Why did this man scare me so?
That damn phone always did ring at the most inopportune times. Not only had I had to stay late enough that night I was going to have to stay even later thanks to the latest patient I was taking on. Thinking that it might be Frederick calling to ask me where I was I picked the phone up.
"Hello!" I answered, a bit of frustration laced in my voice.
"Uh, Lilith, hi!" Frasier's voice shocked me. Why was he calling? Was something wrong?
"Oh, hello Frasier, how are you?" I asked, leaning back in my chair.
"All right I suppose!" He answered quickly. What the hell was going on? He never called just for us to have small talk. We both hated small talk.
"Frasier, I hate to sound rude but I'll risk it. Why are you calling? Is there anything wrong?" There was a pause. Woman trouble, he was having woman trouble. Whenever he paused like this it was something with his latest girlfriend or crush. Frederick was the same way, much to my chagrin.
"Well Lilith, there was this woman that I just broke up with and I don't know why. I mean she was perfect! I was attracted to her, she was smart, and funny, and pretty. What's wrong with me?" Frasier sounded deeply hurt and conflicted.
"Do you want me to answer that question?" I could not help but tease him.
"NO!" He snapped, angered by the playful tone in my voice. "Lilith, c'mon, I'm really havin' trouble with this. I thought you would help!"
"All right, I'm sorry Frasier, I'll help. Tell me, where did you meet this woman?" Even though I knew I sounded more like a psychiatrist than an ex-wife I could not help it.
"Why did you have to start out with that question?" He asked, exasperated.
"If I do not have all the correct information how can I give you a proper diagnosis?"
"Good point. Well, I know you'll laugh so I'll go ahead and say it, she was my matchmaker!" Ok, don't laugh Lilith, you must refrain from such a spontaneous emotion, Frasier needs you now, I told myself austerely.
"All right, and you felt both emotionally and physically attracted to this woman?"
"Yes! Lilith, stop being a psychiatrist for a moment and just tell me what you think as my ex-wife. Please!" He sounded desperate and I could not torment him.
"Well, I suppose that it could always be a simple attraction to a figure of authority that is helping you with a difficult subject in your life, such as your love life!"
"That's what Niles and I thought! Thank you Lilith! When three psychiatrists have the same though…." I quickly turned my attention from the phone to the door of my office where a man about six foot tall with an olive complexion, brown hair, and in clothing, that my son would describe as rag tag, stood. "Frasier, I am terribly sorry but I will have to call you later. My patient has just arrived!" I said into the phone.
"All right, goodbye Lilith, I love you!" His voice sounded so sincere and a bit calmer.
"I love you too! Goodbye!" I said into the receiver then hung the phone up. That was when a feeling of uneasiness washed over me. Suddenly I wanted to hear Frasier's voice again, better yet have his arms around me. For some reason I was feeling very frightened.
"Uh, you Doctor Sternin?" The man's voice was deep and bold. It startled me out of my trance and I quickly stood to my feet.
"Yes! And you are Drake Wilson?" I questioned.
"Yeah! So, when we get started?"
"Right away!" I answered and motioned for him to sit in the chair in front of my desk. With out a shake of the hand or even a smile he flopped back in the chair, slouching. If that had been Frederick, or even someone I knew better, I would have told them sit up straight. Reminding myself I was there to help with psychological problems, not posture, I sat down in my chair and began the session. Feeling uneasy the entire time. Why did this man scare me so?