Whenever I feel like doing so, I create fanfictions. Most of the time they are about my favorite fictional couple, Morticia and Gomez Addams. But there is one fanfiction that is about Dr. Frasier Crane and Dr. Lilith Sternin from the television series Cheers, and I am going to share it with you. I hope you enjoy it!
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| Dr. Frasier Crane with then wife, Dr. Lilith Sternin-Crane (c) http://manbehindthecurtain.ie/ |
"Mom, are you sure Dad knows about my recital on Friday?" Frederick,
now 14 years old, very handsome – a split of his mother, Dr. Lilith
Sternin and father, Dr. Frasier Crane, asked his mother.
"For the
hundredth time, Freddy, yes," replied Dr. Lilith Sternin with a smile.
"I called your father's home, Nile's home, and your father's office
reminding him for the hundred and second time that there will be a
recital on your school."
"But does he know that I will be performing?" Frederick asked.
"Yes," Lilith replied.
That
day was Wednesday, two days away until Frederick's performs on stage
for the first time. Lilith and Frasier were very excited and proud of
their son.
You might be wondering why Frederick's parents have
different last names and seem to live in two different places (in fact,
they do, Lilith and Frederick live in Boston as Frasier lives in
Seattle). It is because they are divorced. And today, Lilith is
preparing to fetch his ex- husband from the airport in a few hours.
The phone rang and Lilith took it.
"Hello," she said.
"Lilith?" the voice on the other end said. "It's me, Frasier."
"Oh, hello Frasier," she said. Frederick, hearing his father's name, smiled with sparkling eyes. "Why are you calling?"
"I phoned to say that I am about to board the connecting plane to Boston," Frasier said. "And I'd like to speak with Freddy."
"Of course!" she turned to her eager son and handed him the phone. "He wants to talk to you."
The father and son talked for a few minutes before they said goodbye.
Lilith smiled at Frederick and said nothing but, "See?"
Both Frasier and Lilith had been asking Frederick about the recital. But he won't say anything except, "Wait and you will see."
As
it turned out, he has a very right to keep it as a secret – the
recital, which is a project in his Character Education subject, is about
divorce. They will perform a musical with Frederick as the main
character – the son of the divorced couple.
The recital touched
everybody's hearts. Even the cold and stoic Lilith Sternin wiped a few
tears from her eyes. But she showed no sign of tears when the recital
was over and Frederick came to see them.
"It was marvelous, Freddy!" she exclaimed hugging him.
"Very well, son!" added Frasier. "So, do you want to dine out?"
"Of course he doesn't," Lilith interjected, even with Frederick in the midst of saying "Yes."
"He wants to eat at home –"
"But Lilith, he was about to say –" cut in Frasier but was interrupted by her again.
"Mommy is going to cook something special for Freddy," she said. "How does spaghetti sounds like?"
"I guess," Frederick replied looking at his feet.
"Great!" she cheered. "And home we go!"
Frasier looked at his son and said nothing. "Uh, Lilith?" he cautiously asked.
"Yes?"
"Can I be the one to drive back?"
She whirled around and stared at him. She handed him the car keys and said, "Alright."
On
their way down the stair of the school, Lilith accidentally slipped and
was about to fall. Fortunately,
Frasier caught her. But then, as their
eyes locked at each other, he lost his balance and fell. They locked
their arms embracing each other as they roll down the stairs and had
their eyes only for each other.
There was a big commotion when
they reached the ground. That is when they realized how they were
positioned. Lilith's eyes widened and immediately broke away from him.
He
slowly sat on the ground as she fixed her hair, which was let down by
the force of their fall. She looked at him and saw that his shoulder was
bleeding.
She knelt in front of him and rummaged inside her bag
for cotton and a bottle of povidone- iodine. She opened his shirt and
poured some of the red liquid onto the cotton. Slowly and carefully, she
dabbed the cotton on his wounded shoulder.
He hissed in pain. "You didn't change Lilith. You never leave the house without first aid."
"Well, you never know when they will be needed," she replied. She took his arm and dabbed the cotton on his yet another wound.
Because
she was in a hurry while fixing her hair, some strands came to loose
and fall on her face as she rummages inside her bag for a gauze and
surgical tape. She tear the gauze using a cutter and folded it.
Frasier
absently put her hair behind her ear. Lilith felt it and narrowed her
eyes. Then she placed the gauze in his wound and sealed it with strips
of surgical tape forcefully. Then she poured a generous amount of
alcohol on it. He winced visibly in pain followed by a hiss.
"What was that for?" he asked.
"Well,"
she began as she continues tending his wounds. "You shouldn't have
tried to catch me –" she applied pressure on his wound. "If you didn't,
you would not have lost your balance and hurt yourself." She finished by
spraying an antibacterial solution on the wounds, making it sting with
pain.
"Thank you, Lilith," he said looking at his tended yet stinging wounds. "And you're welcome."
She narrowed her eyes on him as she stood up, fixing her hair.
"Are you alright, Dad?" Frederick asked as he helped his father to stand.
"Yes, your mother's expertise is first aid is very… er – comforting," he replied. "Now shall we return home?"
On their drive home, Frasier was on the driver's seat, Lilith on the seat next to him and Frederick on the backseat.
Our
house played on the radio and Lilith and Frasier looked at each other
with smile on their faces. Frederick did not miss it. He gleefully
smiled.
Few moments passed and they sang. Frederick smiled even more.
"Freddy,
would you mind helping your father with the ingredients?" Lilith asked
when they returned home. She put down her bag and started to remove her
coat. Frasier rushed to her and took the coat by the shoulder and she
shrugged it off.
"Thank you, Frasier," she affectionately said.
Frederick's
eyes widened at the tone of her voice. He happily replied to his
mother, "Of course!" Then he hurriedly ran off to leave his parents
alone.
Lilith took her and Frasier's coat and hanged it on the
hall closet. When she turned around, she somehow stumbled and started to
fall bumping him hard and they both fell on the floor with the she on
top of him. They stared at each other for a long time. Her usually cold
eyes melted and felt warm – as if it was whenever they were together
years ago, when they were still happily married.
He touched her
face adoringly. She slowly smiled and leaned towards him. Losing himself
with her smile and warm eyes, Frasier pulled himself up and they kissed
– as if like yesterday.
Then somehow, the two probably realized
their current relationship and broke away from each other feeling
guilty. Lilith slid away from atop him and wiped her lips. Frasier sat
up and rubbed his hands.
"I'm sorry, Lilith," he said. "I shouldn't have …"
"No,"
insisted her. Her eyes now cold again. "It's my fault. Sorry." Then she
stood up to cook for dinner, leaving him embarrassed.
Frederick, who turned out to be behind the kitchen wall grunted in disbelief, before hurriedly running to the backyard.
Lilith,
Frasier, and Frederick cooked dinner quietly. However, during the
dinner, Frasier and Lilith started to talk again, as if nothing
happened.
Frederick stared at his parents disbelievingly – first,
they kissed, then gotten cold, and now, they are talking normally! Not
to mention that they were very close during the recital and on their way
home.
After dinner, the three cleaned up the table and washed the
dishes together, like what most families do. Right after that,
Frederick requested his parents to put him to sleep.
Normally,
Lilith, and so would Frasier, would wonder why he asked to be sent to
bed. Nowadays, he would not even allow Lilith see his room. But then his
parents are acting abnormal, neither asked why. In fact, they both were
happy about the arrangement.
"Dad, how did you and Mom meet?" Frederick asked.
"Well, we were in this seminar and I found your mother deeply… well, fascinating –" began Frasier.
"Really," interrupted Lilith.
Frasier smiled and continued, "Well, I find her… interesting. And so I asked her out. We went to Cheers …and –"
"Shh!" Lilith interrupted. "He's already asleep."
Frasier looked at his son. He bent forward to kiss his forehead.
"Oh, Frasier! You are bleeding again! Come over to my room, I have the first aid kit there."
And
so, they went to the room. It was very neat, of course, and the room
was in a light shade of yellow with hints of rose. On the night table
sat two pictures, the first one was the picture of Lilith, Frasier, and
Frederick, taken after his first birthday; the second was another
picture of them, when Frederick was 13 years old.
Frasier sat on
the bed and took a better look on the pictured, just as Lilith was
returning with the kit in hand. She saw him looking at the pictures and
blushed a little.
"We were happy during this picture," he said.
She was not sure if he was asking or saying, so she said nothing and
removed the dressing of the wound on his shoulder then started to clean
it.
"This was after Freddy's birthday. Ah! I remember when Freddy splattered the cake you baked."
"Yes,
and it took you how many hours was that? To clean him?" she replied
with a smile. She carefully put an ointment on his wound.
He winced in pain. "It was only an hour! Oh, I remember the day Freddy was born."
"You weren't there."
"Yes,
I know. How I dread that day. I shouldn't have helped that woman." He
looked down on the picture. "Do you remember when Freddy started
pre-school? When we enrolled him?"
"Yes. And the day he was
christened. Sam Malone really never goes to a place without knowing and
seeing a woman there. Even the church helper!"
"I suddenly remembered when you told me that you were pregnant."
"We have Carla to thank! Her crazy tactics!"
"And there's of course, our wedding –"
Lilith ignored his last comment. "Having a family really is fun. So many good memories."
"I miss my family," Frasier said looking at the pictures again.
"You have Niles and everyone back in Seattle."
"No, I mean, my own family. A wife and a child."
"You'll have –" she stopped, analyzing his statement. "What do you mean by 'child'? Don't you want a bigger family?"
"I do not think my wife will agree."
"As if you have a wife, Frasier,"
"I used to."
"Well
then –" she stopped again, realizing what he meant. Before she could
say anything, Frasier slipped his hand over hers. She stared at it for a
moment before looking back at him with questioning look.
He stood up and kissed her on the cheek before bidding her good night. He left the room and went to the guestroom.
