Aftermath: The things we do
Set the morning after Roz and Frasier sleep together. This is my first Frasier one okay/
I don't own the characters, blah blah blahhhh!
Frasier lay on his bed, the duvet covering his body. He turned to the other side of his bed. The sheet was crumpled and warm where Roz had been sleeping. Frasier lay his hand on where she had slept, caressing the sheet.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. Where was Roz?. He prayed she hadn't left yet.
What would this do to their friendship?
He flung back the covers and pulled his robe over his silky pyjamas. He entered the living room, where he looked around. There she was. Looking out to the Seattle skyline on the balcony. She was in Frasier's old Harvard T-shirt and was covered by an old robe of Daphne's. She stood staring into the skyscrapers, breathing out condensation.
"Roz dear, what are you doing?" asked Frasier casually.
"Frasier, I have to go. What we did, was stupid because, well simply because, we are friends and workmates, we can't continue this as a relationship, can we?"
Her eyes brimmed with tears, and he put a reassuring arm around her shivering body. "Roz, It's all up to you. If you want us to be together, then we shall. If you want us to just stay friends, then we shall". Frasier smiled as the sunrise illuminated her hair to a golden shine.
"Friends 'til the end. Amigos, compares and all that" she replied, smiling back. "I better go, thanks for being so understanding". She gave him a small kiss and went back inside to get dressed. Frasier watched as she disappeared into the bedroom. "It's my job to understand my dear" he whispered to himself.
Roz didn't turn up for work for the next three days, leaving Frasier to produce the show himself. He was so worried that he decided to call round her apartment.
"ROZ! I know you're in there! Why didn't you come to work? Is it because of the other night?" He shouted, pounding the door.
Roz opened the door, ashen faced, looking terrible. She looked pale and emaciated. Frasier immediately hugged her. "What's wrong Roz?" he asked concerned. "Frasier, I don't wanna talk, I don't want see anyone. Especially you" she said firmly.
"Roz, wait, why not me? Did I do something wrong?" he asked, shocked at her reaction.
"Yeah, actually, look come on in, this is not hallway discussion" she said, nervously.
They entered her apartment to see a sleeping Alice. Roz put the kettle on and told frasier to sit down. "Frasier, look, when we, did you wear..you know?" Roz asked, nervously.
Frasier looked at his feet. He looked up, biting his lip. "Oh, Roz" he sighed in a soft syllable. "I didn't, I thought you were taking the pill".
"FRASIER!! YOU IDIOT!! HOW COULD YOU? GET OUT!" She screamed at him, causing Alice to stir. "Wait, Roz, what are you saying or screaming?" he asked, trying to calm her down.
"Oh Frasier, I ran out. I was counting on you, I might be pregnant, I'm late and I'm terrified" She said, bursting into a flood of tears.
Frasier hugged her tight. "Okay Roz, you clean yourself up, dry your eyes. I'll go get a pregnancy test. You wait here. I'll be back soon"
Frasier left Roz crying in the middle of the room. What if she was pregnant, what would he do? How would they raise the child. Alone, together?.
The chemists
That'll be $9.95 please sir" chirped the sales girl. She looked about 19, had she had her brush with teenage pregnancy yet, or was it to come from the joys of college?
Frasier hurried out to the car, chucking the brown paper onto the leather passenger seat and drove like a hurricane to Roz's. He drove so fast, he didn't have time to think. He parked his car awkwardly as he got to Roz's. He ran up the stairwell, trying not to trip up. As he got to Roz's door, she opened it waiting his arrival.
The thin blue line
"Okay, is it ready yet?" asked Roz, anxiously biting her lip.
"Yeah, I'll look" Frasier looked at the pregnancy test results.
"Oh Roz, it's positive" he said, his life flashing before his eyes.
Roz simply shook her head. She was carrying Frasier's child and was so confused.
"What are we gonna do?"