Frasier and Niles were sitting at a table at cafe Nervosa. Frasier had finally arrived in Seattle and the two brothers had not seen each other in a long time.
"So, Niles, how are you and Maris? And that… relationship of yours?"
"We are fine Frasier."
Frasier laughed. "Okay, but I distinctly remember seeing bright flashes of orange and light blue from my balcony… or was that my imagination?" He chuckled under his breath; finally, he had cornered Niles into explaining his situation with Maris.
"It was nothing, we were just playing."
"Oh, stuff it Niles, I know a fight when I see one."
"Fine." Niles sat back in his chair. "She just wanted to fly to the hundred thousand square foot property her family owns by the Himalayas. I suggested she wait a day, and, of course… combat ensued."
"Oh, I'm sorry Niles."
"Well, she's on the plane as we speak. Eh, it'll be good to be alone for a little while," he responded, more upbeat.
Frasier took Niles' hands in his and surveyed them. "It'll also be a good time to heal these burns, cuts and bruises," he observed, which covered Niles' hands almost completely.
Niles wrenched free of Frasier's grip. "My personal life isn't what we have to talk about Frasier; we have to talk about Dad."
"Oh god Niles, did he fall again?"
"I'm afraid so. You know, I think he's really regretting the Transfer now."
"We warned him not to do it."
"Yes we did, it's an idiotic idea," Niles remarked as he took a sip of his coffee.
The Cranes' family tree was full of very powerful people, and Martin was no exception. He decided to follow his father's footsteps and become a cop at a very young age. To be a police officer, it was necessary to pass a threshold of a certain amount of strength; Martin passed it tenfold. He was the strongest of anyone on the force, and because of this, was promoted to an undercover detective. He would pretend to be a lowlife with a very weak power and then surprise the criminal, pinning him down almost immediately. Considering he was one of the most powerful people in Seattle, he wasn't expecting one delinquent hosting an armed robbery to overpower him, and with his certain ability, cause irreversible damage to his hip. He then decided to Transfer his powers to his cane, giving that object more uses than what only came with his specific abilities but leaving his body with barely any. After the event, though, Frasier and Niles made sure to seek out the criminal and completely obliterate him. It was one of the few missions they worked together to complete successfully.
"Well, he's going to have to live with it, Niles."
" And the price is the fact that he's going to have to live with one of us."
"Okay, well, I'm glad you offered."
"Nonononono, I never offered. You know Maris couldn't live with the arrangement."
Frasier sighed in exasperation. "Yes, I know. She would probably destroy his cane the first day."
The two brothers were quiet for a moment.
"Oh, god Niles, you expect ME to take in Dad!?"
"But I just moved back! He's gonna destroy my whole life!"
"He's got nowhere else to go, Frasier. Be the good son." Niles smiled smugly.
"The good son my ass. What other options do we have?"
"Sunrise acres. We care, so you don't have to." Niles replied, reading a small pamphlet.
"Oh, for god's sake, Niles. That's not what it actually says. Gimme that." He grabbed the small paper out of his hands forcefully, causing a small yelp from across the table. "Sorry, Niles," he muttered under his breath.
"Oh cmon, even if it was only for a month, couldn't he use your guest bedroom? I'm sure he'd really appreciate it."
"I-I-I don't know! I'm going to go make up my mind. Cmon Niles."
Frasier quickly left a small tip and hurried out of the cafe. Niles also left a sum of money, and quickly hurried after him.
Soon, they found themselves on the beach. It was silent and vacant; it was only April, and Seattle was still quite cold. Niles laid on the soft sand, quietly and peacefully reading a book. He was in his own world.
Frasier stood in front of the waves as his eyes and his body glowed a royal blue. Quickly, with a few hand movements, he prevented the wave from crashing down and turned it into a fierce-looking dragon.
"Aw, your water power is so cute!"
"Shut up Niles!" Frasier shouted back at his brother.
Tendrils of water droplets shot out of his hands and, with much force and power, constricted and castrated the stationary beast, and soon it lost shape, all of the water falling back into the ocean with a loud plop.
"The hell with it," he muttered under his breath.
Frasier then ran into the water, diving into it. Twenty minutes later, he resurfaced and swam back to the shore, noticing that Niles was in the same exact place he was before, contently reading his book. He was so engrossed in it he didn't notice Frasier looking down at him.
"Ready to go?" He asked his younger brother, who was slightly startled.
"So?" He asked his older brother, a look of hope in his bright blue eyes.
"I'll have to think about it."
"Wait… so I just spent a half hour here… for nothing?" Niles angrily asked.
" Yep," Frasier quipped. "That wasn't thinking things through. No, Niles. That felt good. That-" -he gestured towards the ocean- "was fun." He laughed at his brother's disappointed and angry face. I'll let you know in a couple days."
"Fine," Was his last remark as they headed for the car. Niles feeling annoyed, Frasier feeling smug-
and completely dry.