This chapter's short (as in, insanely short) and deals just of Frasier's thoughts after the talk with Niles. Next one will have more substance (and more Lilith) to it, I promise.
And, as always, I have to thank my reviewers who are all awesome. Oh, and those of you who have emailed me like crazy the past few weeks. Guilt-trips are flattering things in the land of the fic.
These authors notes and the following chapter has been brought to you by total and complete lack of sleep. I hope some of this makes even the slightest bit of sense...
Chapter 3.5 -
That night, I lay awake in bed replaying the scene with Niles in my mind over and over. His last words stuck in my head no matter how much I tried to forget them. I'd bolted from Nervosa, leaving Niles with the bill and his satisfaction of having trapped me.
"Damn him," I'd muttered, barly audible. "He's so sure he's right, and is probably still gloating over it. Wrong. That's what he is. Totally and completely wrong. I have no use for Her anymore. Oh no. Not after the Hell she's put me through. And that's what it's been, Hell. Even the sex. She'd used that as a weapon..." I'd been able to drift off to sleep, content in thinking that I was right.
The next morning, I woke up with my head pounding. Made a joke to myself about Daphne's psychic headaches to be contagious, and downed a couple asperin. Not that any of this is terribly important, considering that the headache went away shortly after, but it seems wrong to not include it.
"It'll just be an hour Frasier, nothing to worry about." I was talking to myself, again, as I finished getting dressed. "You won't even have to make physical contact with her. It will all be fine."