A/N: Confession - this has been sitting in my drafts for a long time (and I'm pretty sure I haven't posted it) so when hansprinsessa made the suggestion, presto! I all ready had the beginnings of something. For Marilyn's birthday (June 1) The title comes from the song of the same name and there's a *slight* tie-in with "Terms of Endearment." Hope you enjoy it! :)

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My Heart Belongs To Daddy

"Yes my heart belongs to Daddy
So I simply couldn't be bad
Yes, my heart belongs to Daddy
Da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da…"

Eric suppressed a grimace at Pam's song choice as he returned home after a particularly enjoyable evening out.

Pam adored Marilyn Munroe and had become particularly attached to that song, much to his consternation.

He was surprised, however, to find her sitting on a couch, hugging a cushion and staring into space.

He was at her side the instant he realised she was crying.

"Pam?" he asked, searching her for any signs of injury and reaching out through their bond in an attempt to find out what had upset her.

She turned tear-filled eyes towards him, "She'd dead," she said flatly.

"Who?"

"Marilyn."

Eric was at a loss as to how to respond to that piece of information, but fortunately Pam didn't seem to require a response and merely dropped her head onto his shoulder.

Eric relaxed his hold on her slightly as he pondered this latest development, although they'd only met the actress once Pam had developed an almost unhealthy obsession with her.

Not that he'd really complained as Marilyn's sense of style had been a stunning look on Pam, though he had resented no longer having her undivided attention.

"I could have turned her," Pam said dully after a moment.

Eric raised an eyebrow; that he would not have allowed: sure the woman was beautiful, but he'd also found her to be terribly needy. He shuddered to think of what their lives would be like if Pam had turned her.

He wasn't ready to share Pam with anyone, not yet. It would be a long time before he allowed her to become a Maker.

Maybe even never.

"She was too well known, people would have noticed," he said after a moment.

She nodded, "I guess you're right."

"Of course I'm right, I'm your Maker."

He felt, rather than saw, Pam roll her eyes at his comment.

"Whatever you say…Daddy," she drawled.

"As long as your heart belongs to me," he returned easily.

"I thought you hate that song."

"It's growing on me."

"Does this mean I should call you 'Daddy'?"

"No."

She grinned in spite of herself, "Schnuckums it is then."

Eric shot her a devilish look and Pam was on her feet in an instant, "You'll have to catch me first," she warned him before dashing out of the room.

Eric didn't need to be told twice and Pam soon forgot all about the death of her idol.