5. one night stand and falling pregnant au
The front door opened at Cheers. A small, harsh, buttoned-up woman walked in. Frasier looked up and dropped his beer in shock. He scrambled over to her and practically shoved her out the door to the small landing by the stairs.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" he asked.
Her frown deepened. “I needed to speak with you. You have not returned my calls. I had to bribe your secretary to tell me where you spend your time.”
"What could you possibly need to speak to me about, Dr. Sternin? There is a reason I haven’t returned your calls, in case you didn’t notice."
"We got horribly drunk and did something we both regret. I understand that. But it still leaves the fact, Dr. Crane, that since we were too drunk to prevent our base, animalistic conduct, we were also too drunk to consider any protection."
Frasier realized what she was saying. “Oh my…you’re not…”
"And you’re sure…"
"Yes. Contrary to my actions with you after the phobia conference back in May, I am not, for lack of a better term, a ‘loose woman.’"
"I didn’t think you were, but…"
"Do you think you could possibly manage to string together a full sentence?" she asked angrily.
"Well I’m sorry I’m not taking this more eloquently, Dr. Sternin!"
"You might want to call me Lilith from now on."
"Oh my god." He sank down and rested his face in his hands. Frasier mumbled something into his hands.
"I beg your pardon?"
"I suppose we should get married."
Lilith sat down on the stairs beside Frasier and placed a small, pale hand on his shoulder. “I didn’t come here to get anything from you. I simply wanted to tell you. Clearly this is too much for you, though I must say that I expected better from a man of your stature. I will make my own decisions and I will take care of myself.” She stood up. “I apologize for the inconvenience, Dr. Crane.” With that, she left.
Frasier went back into Cheers. Sam noticed the look on his face. “You okay, Fras?”
"I’m going to be a father."