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Chapter 1: In Which Anna Discovers Pancakes

"Papa…?"

Anna, standing in the doorway of the remodeled kitchen, could do nothing but stare up at Damien skeptically, the latter leaning lazily against the shiny granite beside the stove, spatula in hand. Not so much bothered by the sight of her father preparing a meal in little more than casual sweat pants and a weathered T-Shirt-he was a great cook when he set his mind to it-as she was what was on the plate at the table, Anna found that the unfamiliar fluffy golden disks bothered her a great deal.

Damien peeked a glance up from the skillet. "Ah! Anna, did you sleep well last night?"

Evasive as ever…

"The storm woke me up," she mumbled sleepily, moving into the kitchen, her sleep-clouded eyes still on the steaming stack. The blonde nodded, flipping the fluffy disk in the pan. He had yet to notice his daughter's confusion.

"Yeah, it was a pretty bad storm, wasn't it? I'm not sure I got much sleep either." He slipped the spatula into the pan, pulling out the thing within and setting it atop the stack on the table. "Would you like a pancake? I think I made enough for both of us to have three, at least."

"A what?"

The elder of the two froze, blinking almost disbelievingly down at his eight year old daughter. "Sorry?"

Anna huffed, climbing up into one of the three seats pulled away from the table. Precariously, she leaned across the table to the middle, pointing at the object of her curiosity. "This. What's this?"

Her words finally catching up to him, Damien grinned. Taking time to turn off the stove and grab a bottle of syrup from the pantry, he dropped into the seat across from the disgruntled girl, who, by now, had dropped into her own seat and had grabbed three of the fluffy cakes for herself. The other four he took for himself. "That, Anna, is a 'pancake'. They're not the best I've ever eaten," despite his grin, something like pain flashed in his blue eyes, though it was too quick for her to be sure. "They're still pretty good. Try it with some syrup."

Dark eyes glaring down at the steaming plate in front of her, Anna shook her head. "I don't like it!"

"You haven't tried it."

"I still don't like them."

"Just one bite?"

"No!"

His plate finished, Damien sighed. She'd seen him eat his plate, right? Normally, she liked his cooking and he knew it tasted nothing like…like his cooking. Before having adopted Anna, he'd taken a cooking course as one of his various distractions, er…hobbies. So why, if she so normally liked his food, did she shy away from something as wonderful as pancakes? Taking his plate, he slid it into the dishwasher. "Fine!" No, it definitely did not hurt that she'd refused his cooking for once. "You can have some cereal if you want it, but tell me, why don't you want to try them?"

Pushing her plate back, the girl stared, guilty, down at her bare toes.

"I used that pan the other day for a litter box for the kitten I found under the shed…"

For years afterwards, Anna could not recall ever seeing her father run for the bathroom faster than he did that day.

Alright guys! There you have it! The first chapter to what I hope will be a great series of one-shots.

A TON of thanks to mistamie for letting me write these one-shots on her fantastic fic, One Big Misunderstanding. I'm really glad that she wrote that fic because she pretty much sparked an idea explosion in my mine. So, once again, thanks mistamie~ (^_^)

I'm not entierly sure if I'll put any other pairings in her besides Anna/Marco...I'm sure I will later on.

Well, look forward to the next chapter. If I have enough muse, I might just type it up tonight.

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