A/N... I don't usually do author's notes, but for those who haven't seen "A Lillith Thanksgiving", I tried to give as much back story as possible for it to make

sense. Please forgive me if it's out of character or unrealistic! The original show ending was cute, but I wanted to see what would happen when Frasier and

Lillith returned home and saw their son. Let's just say that there were a few mishaps that took place while Uncle Niles and Grandpa Martin were taking care of

him! =) Hope you enjoy it!

Lilith stood by the back door to her kitchen and turned to her ex-husband with a smile. "Well, we did it, Frasier. Frederick is going to have a most fulfilling education at

The Marbury Academy, thanks to us."

Frasier smiled proudly, trying to forget how beautiful Lilith looked. She'd taken her hair down in the car and now it cascaded down her back and over her shoulders.

It was a rare occurrence; and one that nearly made him forget why he'd divorced her in the first place. He forced himself to look away, and feigned interest in a

hanging basket that hung from the porch and swayed in the breeze.

"You're absolutely right, Lillith." Frasier said. "Frederick may not appreciate Marbury now, but he'll thank us when he's older. It took some doing, but you and I... we

managed to pull it off! Dr. Campbell was so unyielding about not admitting Frederick before. I wonder what made him change his mind?"

"Could it have been the turkey?" Lilith asked with a grin.

Frasier smiled, remembering how they'd so carefully stolen the turkey from the oven and gave it to the headmaster as a gift... or rather, a bribe.

"Well, whatever it was, it worked. We make a pretty good team, don't we?"

He moved closer and closer to his ex-wife, finding it hard to resist her. He was so closer to her now that he could feel her breath on his face.

"We have an amazing son." Lilith said, shivering when Frasier touched her forearm.

"He takes after his parents." Frasier said. Before he could stop himself, his lips touched hers in a feather-light kiss.

She drew back, staring at him in shock. "Frasier, we shouldn't."

"Now Lilith, I know we've had our differences, and our attempts at reconciliation haven't been successful, but don't you think we should try again?"

"Have you forgotten that I'm married now?" Lilith asked.

"Just a minor detail." Frasier said, leaning in for an attempt to kiss her again.

She moved away a second time, and pulled out a brush from her purse. With a few strokes, she'd turned her gorgeous flowing hair back into the familiar bun.

Almost instantly the woman he'd once loved vanished, and in her place was the stern woman he loathed.

"So, shall we tell him the good news?" Lilith asked.

"I think you should do the honors." Frasier said.

"Hey, where is Frederick, anyway?" Lilith asked.

"Niles and Dad are looking after him." Frasier said.

Lilith's eyes widened. "Oh God, Frasier. Did we really leave our son with Niles? How could we have been so stupid?"

"Lilith please! Niles loves Frederick unconditionally!" Frasier said.

"Yes, but the fact that he doesn't have any children of his own after so many years of marriage makes me wonder about his mental health." Lilith replied.

"That's a horrible thing to say about my brother!" Frasier yelled. "Niles is a brilliant psychiatrist and his mental capacity is just fine! Besides, the thought of him having

children with Maris is an image I really don't want to have in my mind! I shudder to think of anyone resembling that... that..."

"Witch?" Lilith offered, opening the back door.

Frasier shook his head and stepped into the kitchen. "No, that's much too kind! She's more like a..."

Before he could finish, Martin entered the kitchen.

"Hey! You're back! How'd the interview go?"

"Dad, we were brilliant! Fredrick's as good as in!"

"That's wonderful!" Martin exclaimed. "I know he'll be excited!"

"I can't wait to tell him." Lilith said. "So where is he?"

Martin's smile disappeared. "Oh, he's upstairs with his Uncle Niles... watching football. The Seahawks are just killing the Redskins!"

Was it Frasier's imagination or did Lilith look as though she was about to faint?

His eyes narrowed. "Football, Dad?"

"Yeah! They're having a great time!" Martin said a little too enthusiastically.

"My God, what have you done to my son?" Lilith yelled. "Don't you know that watching such a rough and dangerous game will corrupt his young mind?"

Martin waved her off. "Oh, don't be such a wuss! There's nothing wrong with a boy like Frederick watching a football game! It's a Thanksgiving Day tradition! Besides,

I've been watching them for years and look how I turned out!"

Lilith glared at Martin and rolled her eyes. "My point exactly. I want to see my son!"

"Now?" Martin asked.

"Dad, it'll only take a few minutes." Frasier said. "I'm sure Niles can brief him on any big plays he misses."

Martin raised his eyes. "You're kidding, right? Niles doesn't even know what a football is, let alone understand the game! Neither do you for that matter! Besides, this

is the annual Thanksgiving Day game! I just don't think it's fair to-."

"Hi Mom! Hi Dad!"

Martin whirled around gasping in surprise when he saw Frederick walk into the kitchen. Quickly, he feigned excitement and scooped his grandson into his arms, taking

care to turn the boy's face away from his parent's view.

"Hey, Buddy! How's it going?"

"Fine, Grandpa." Frederick said.

"You and Uncle Niles enjoying the game?"

"What game?" Frederick asked.

"Shh...!" Martin said, doing his best to avert his eyes from Frasier and Lilith. "Frederick Tell your mom and dad about how much fun you're having watching the

Seahawks game with Uncle Niles!"

Frederick scrunched up his face in confusion. "We weren't watching football! Uncle Niles hates football! He's on the phone with some lady talking about her phobias

and I was just playing my Freud Vs Jung video game that Dad bought for me."

When Frederick slid out of Martin's arms, Martin laughed nervously and stepped in front of his grandson.

"He's such a kidder, isn't he?" Martin said, turning to Frasier and Lillith. "Seahawks must be losing badly now, considering that you stopped watching it so soon."

Frederick tugged on Martin's sleeve. "But how could we stop watching the game if we never start-."

Frasier's eyes narrowed. "Dad, why are you deliberately trying to hide Frederick from view?"

"What makes you say that?" Martin asked.

"Well from the tone of your voice it's obvious that you're hiding something. And the fact that my son is peeking around your leg would be another clue."

"Come here, Frederick." Lilith ordered. "Your dad and I have some wonderful news for you! We-."

As Frederick emerged from view, Lilith gasped in horror...

For her perfect little boy now sported a black eye and a severely swollen nose.