It was incredible how I could travel 3000 miles to see someone, but when I arrived, I couldn't even bring myself to knock on the door. It was absolutely ridiculous, the entire situation. I'd flown across the country to help my ex-husband's girlfriend? What could I have possibly been thinking when I agreed to that? And, here I was, standing outside his door with an overnight bag in hand, just staring. He'd told me to show up at three, and I looked at my watch 2:59. I'd have to knock, and knock soon.

"Lilith?" I rolled my eyes. I had the same obsessive compulsive tendencies I used to mock him for. And he knew it.

"Damnit Frasier." I heard laughter from the other side of the door. "You're making us both look absolutely childish. Are you going to let me in or not?"

"Knock."

"You can't be serious." Yet I knocked anyway. When he opened the door, I couldn't help but smile. A small one, but a smile nonetheless. The smile faded when he took my bag and coat, and I realized he must have thought that I expected to stay with him. If it wasn't for the look of absolute terror on his face, I might have been inclined to accept the invitation. As it was, I had to make this as quick and painless as possible. If not for me, then for him. "No, thank you. I have reservations for the night. The plane just landed and I thought I'd come see you first."

He offered me a seat, and a glass of wine. Alchohol didn't seem to be a good idea, especially considering past experiences. "Now, Lilith, I must admit I'm really not sure why you're here. What is it that you need to talk to me about, and why couldn't you do it over the phone?"

"Honestly, Frasier? I don't have a clue myself." Ah, he thought I'd only come for sex. He always does, and his eyes always give him away. "Charlotte called me, and she was pretty certain that -" I stopped myself, I wasn't sure how I wanted to spring this on him. I myself had no idea what I expected to come of the trip. Telling him that his girlfriend thinks he's still in love with me would be a bit.. much. But, what the Hell? "Well, she seems to think that you're in love with me. And that you've never stopped loving me."

"You're kidding. This is all some elaborate prank set up by Dad or something, right? No, better yet, I'm dreaming. None of this happened. I'm going to wake up in a few minutes screaming, with Eddie on my face." He studied my face for a moment. "DAMNIT! Wake UP Frasier! Wake up!" I was near tears. Why did that hurt me so much? It shouldn't have. Of all things, his rejection should only comfort me. I was supposed to be here to prove Charlotte wrong. Yes. That's why I'd come.

"I don't think you're dreaming." Was that all I could say? Why was it that I suddenly felt the urge to strike him - to slap him until he.. Until he what?

"Charlotte actually called you, my ex-wife, to tell you that I'm madly in love with you." I nodded an mouthed the word, "Yes." "And all of this for what? Even if I did love you, which of course is total crap, bringing you here wouldn't make a difference. It's not like we'd spend one beautiful night together, sitting by a fire, sipping wine and forgiving each other for the heartbreak of the past, and then as the sun was coming up, I'd get on my knees and propose. She's insane. And why did you come?"

"I had to prove her wrong. And it looks like I did a damn good job of it."

"Really? That's more characteristic of me then of you. Are you alright, Lilith?" I'd flown across the country to listen to my ex-husband tell me that he didn't love me, and that it wasn't even imaginable to him, and I didn't even know why I made the trip in the first place. I did, however, know that there was an unbearable emptiness that hadn't been there a few minutes earlier. But, that was a part of myself I didn't care to show. Not even to him. No matter what we'd shared in the past, my emotions were never part of it.

"Fine. Totally and completely fine."