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Chapter V: Pour Some Coffee Over me

The moment Roz opened the door, she knew something was wrong. Friendly visits simply didn't happen at 7am. The expression on Daphne's face only confirmed it. She'd been crying, Roz could tell easily. Immediately, she wanted to ask what was wrong, but the way Daphne worried her lip told her to wait just a moment. Instead, she just let her friend in.

"Daphne... it's kind of early." Was all Roz said, but she did so carefully. "Did you... I mean why aren't you home? Can't you go home?" Roz' head was spinning – how much had she had to drink last night? She couldn't remember. It didn't matter. All she wanted was to take some painkillers, splash some water on her and get ready for work. Daphne didn't seem to leave anytime soon though.

"I can't, Roz." The seriousness in her voice, and on her face made Roz stop. Still, she couldn't even imagine Daphne had done anything bad. Roz knew bad and Daphne wasn't a bad girl. Not like she was.

"Why can't you?" Roz had to sit down. Daphne was pacing the room, making her dizzy.

"I've done something. Oh, Roz. What if I lose my job because of this? What if he wants me to quit?" Daphne seemed to talk more to herself than to Roz, who was simply confused.

"What did you do? Poison Sherry?" Roz laughed at her own joke. She knew that no one particularly liked the woman. Except for Martin of course.

"Worse." Daphne said, at least turning around to acknowledge Roz. Her bottom lip was still between her teeth. Her expression had changed from worried, to almost scared.

"You've poisoned Frasier?" For some reason Roz found this idea even funnier. She wondered if they could just put in the Best of Crane if he was out sick. Then she could be sick, too. She needed to be sick. Soon.

"Oh wait, wait! You poisoned Eddie!" Daphne rolled her eyes.

"No, I slept with Niles." Both women were quiet when the truth was finally out. Roz was too quiet for Daphne's liking. There wasn't even a smile on her face. The inexpressiveness felt wrong after having considered the possibility of a poisoned Frasier or Eddie so funny.

"What's, what's so bad about that? I mean unless he-"

"No!" Daphne stopped her and Roz had to hide a smile.

"Did he – he didn't force himself on you, did he? I do know self-defense and hell, I think I could find someone to perform voodoo on him."

"Roz, be serious, please? He didn't force himself on me. We – we just slept together. It was a mutual decision."

"Then what's the problem?" Roz decided she needed coffee. Carefully, she got up and walked to the kitchen. In her head, there was a loud drumming noise, but she could still hear Daphne talking. Together, the two noises almost seemed too much.

"Because, Roz, I used him. I just wanted to prove Sherry wrong, or prove her right. I don't remember anymore. But I used him. I hurt him," Daphne couldn't help the tears anymore. A few of them just fell while she was talking, "and now I don't even know what I'm feeling. How can I ever face him again? What will Dr. Crane think, and his father?" Daphne felt the heaviness of the situation force her to sit down, too. She wiped the tears away, angry at herself that she was crying again.

"Have you ever thought of Niles in any other way than him being this weird little neurotic man?" Roz couldn't imagine it for herself.

"He's not weird, Roz. He's... particular." The way Daphne defended him told Roz more than her actual words did. Roz smiled; apparently, there were feelings there Daphne had no idea about. Or wouldn't allow herself to feel.

"I just think he's weird."

"I think he's cute." Daphne replied in a dreamy voice. Roz felt sick again.

"See, maybe you like him." Roz said, hoping for the coffee to hurry up.

"Of course I like him!", Daphne defended herself, "I wouldn't have... wouldn't have slept with him if I didn't. I'm not that kind of..." She trailed off, and Roz knew why. And she would have been appalled, but she was too tired. There was no denying she'd slept with her fair share of men without actually liking some of them.

"So? You had sex, big deal. You're both adults." The childish melodrama of the situation caused Roz a headache.

"It was just a spur of them moment thing. I didn't think it through, Roz. Neither did he. What if... all the regrets."

"Do you regret it, because it was Niles?" Roz asked a final time. She was holding a cup of hot coffee at last. The hot, reviving liquid gave her a sense of patience she obviously needed with Daphne this morning.

"No. I regret it, because... I have no idea what it all means."

TBC