AN: Thank you for the reviews! I had to refrain from turning this story into serious drama. I hope it doesn't read as chopped as it felt while I was writing it.

Oh and reviews pretty please!

Niles plays with his tie in the elevator. There is a woman in here with him he's never seen before. She eyes him suspiciously. Niles is so nervous, so agitated, he almost screams at her that he's just had sex with his brother's ex-wife. Luckily, she gets off a few floors before him. Even alone, he is still nervous. He hopes Frasier has cooled down. He said they would be ok. An eventuality. One he is desperately hoping for. No matter how old he is, a part of him will always look up to his older brother. A part of him craves his brother's constant approval. A small part he tries to hide behind the other part that always tries to best Frasier.

The elevator door opens and Niles stops playing with his tie. He takes a deep breath and knocks. Nothing happens. He figures Frasier is still angry, but he decides to not let it stop him. He tries and opens the door – it's unlocked. The first thing Niles notices is the back of Frasier's head. It's too dominant. Only a moment later does he realize a woman is involved. Niles is almost about to turn around again and leave, because of all the scenarios he's pictured, this is not one of them. Something stops him though; maybe it's the shock of the situation. And suddenly everything happens too fast. The pair turns around and Niles thinks for a second how the hair, the figure and everything looks so familiar and his thoughts are only interrupted by his brother tumbling to the floor making some sort of animal noise.

"Daphne!" Niles yells out. His body starts shivering, then trembling. His mind is unable to grasp all the facts. Daphne. Frasier Kiss. Each word is disconnected from the other. He can't find any connections between them, because there shouldn't be one. There can't be. But Daphne's lips are swollen and red. They're kissed. Niles feels sick.

"I am drunk, Niles." Frasier grins from his spot on the floor. Daphne stares at him angrily. Her fists are balled, ready to knock him out any time.

"You- you're not drunk!" Realization dawns on Niles. Frasier did this on purpose. This is his revenge for Lilith. It feels worse than any physical pain he's ever experienced. For a moment he wonders if Frasier has felt like this earlier.

"He is crazy!" Daphne says, but neither man notices her at the moment. This is between the two of them; Frasier and Niles. Brothers.

"I am drunk. You know it just happened. I had a drink too much and then well, I felt the passion dwell inside of me."

Niles can't reply. Instead of words there are only rocks on his tongue. His body is frozen. He stares at Frasier, who slowly gets up.

"This is not – you did this on purpose."

"Did I? I don't think so."

"What are you talking about?" Daphne wants to know, observing the scene. She's never seen the two brothers look at each other like that. There is so much anger in the room it is almost palpable. Again, she is ignored.

"How could you do this to me?" Niles wants to know.

"How could you do this to me?"

"Two completely different situations! You no longer love her!"

"She is still my ex-wife!"

"The important part being the ex. It happened. Neither of us planned it. You on the other hand... you..."

"I didn't plan anything." Frasier says, but there's the queasy feeling again. It's not from the alcohol and not even from Daphne's well-placed kick. It's solely from what he's done. He should have thought it through; then again he couldn't even have imagined this look on Niles' face. Like he has broken him.

Daphne refrains from saying another word; she suddenly feels the whole weight of this scenario. Even if she doesn't understand it. Yet.

"So you suddenly find yourself in love with Daphne? The only woman I- because I had sex with Lilith!"

"You did what?" Daphne's shriek finally gets her some attention. Both Frasier and Niles turn to her. Niles is already on the edge, because he has almost let it slip. All his feelings. Right in front of her. He feels like he is going to faint any second.

"Yes, my little brother slept with my ex-wife. He slept with Lilith." A change of plan on Frasier's side. He is still hurting Niles, stabbing him with these words. At least he no longer has to feign romantic interest in Daphne. It makes him feel better. Almost. The taste of her is still on his tongue; he doesn't like it. It shouldn't be there.

"I didn't do it on purpose! I wish I could undo it. If I could go back to last night, I would not listen to you and I would let you do what you always do – and we would not be standing here like this after you've... done this to Daphne. Daphne of all people! You know how I... You would complain to me how destructive you and Lilith are. I wouldn't have this image of you and Daphne burnt into my head. Don't you think I would prefer that as well?"

Frasier is speechless. When he thought about hurting Niles, he wanted it to be bad. But this is too much. His feelings for Daphne are deeper than he thought. A misconception. He sees Daphne stare at his brother as well; alternating her looks between the two of them. Trying to figure this out for herself.

"What do I have to do with any of this?" She finally asks, her voice now almost dangerously dark.

"The only way to hurt me the same way I hurt Frasier is to seduce you." Niles explains looking her straight in the eyes. His voice doesn't falter, his composure is steady. Even his heartbeat is normal. Daphne seems disgusted with the notion of Frasier seducing her.

"Why?" She wants to hear it. She needs to understand it. But Niles is quiet and looks away; looks at his brother again.

"Because he is in love with you." Frasier tells her looking at Niles. Daphne gasps and a moment later it's unclear if it's because of the revelation or because of Niles attacking his brother.

"You're both bloody idiots!" Daphne yells before she runs out. The fight stops immediately as they watch the door slam closed.

"She is coming back, isn't she?" Niles asks after a moment. He is clinging to Frasier's neck as if he needs support rather than trying to beat him up.

"If I were her, I wouldn't." Frasier answers and it earns him a blow right on the nose.

TBC