Title: Family?
Author: QueenWillie
Pairing: Daniel/Wilhelmina (kinda)
Disclaimer: Don't own em, never will.
Ten Years Ago
Daniel was pissed, he was supposed to go out with Bex tonight. They had 3 hot Russian models begging them for an escort round New York. He had stopped in at his father's office earlier for some play money and Bradford had flat out refused.
'Daniel, you blew through your trust fund in 2 years. That money should have been enough to set you up for a long time. It was meant for a home, a family, a business even. Not whores, booze and parties.'
'Dad, I know I've been flip with money in the past but this time it's different. I just need a few hundred to see me through.' He had lied, knowing full well his father hadn't bought it.
'No Daniel, I've let you away with this too many times because of your mothers influence, but enough is enough. You are officially cut off until you can prove to me you can be more responsible.'
Daniel had stormed out of his father's office and met Bex in the lobby, telling him he would have to for go the evening's festivities. Bex, however, had other ideas.
Which is how he ended up here, sitting in a low lit, foul smelling room. The latest issue of Penthouse in one hand and a plastic cup in the other. He grimaced at the idea of what he was about to do, but his father was right. He had no trust fund, no money, no option.
Fifteen minutes later Daniel Meade, or #301636 walked out of the hospital with the easiest $200 dollars he had ever made.
Nine and a half years later
He couldn't do it. Oh god he just couldn't. It was illegal and immoral, but he'd been so tempted by the offer the woman had given him that he agreed. It was a moment of madness. He'd been killing himself trying to pay back his loans and this woman was willing to quash them for him.
He couldn't go back out there and tell her he'd changed his mind. He'd only been in her presence for a few minutes but that was enough to know that this was not a woman you cross.
He had tried to offer her other solutions, if she wanted a baby he could get her a rocket scientist or a Pro athlete. She had walked towards him slowly and purposefully. 'I. Need. Meade. Genes.'
He had swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded, she turned on her heel and marched out of the morgue.
He was sweating now, there had to be another option. There had to be another way of giving this woman what she wanted. He couldn't defile a dead body. He booted up the computer and typed in a list of commands, accessing restricted patient files and his heart did a little flip when a name flashed on screen. He let out a laugh of disbelief when he read the profile of the donor on the screen.
Lady, you want Meade genes, you got em, he thought. #301636 come on down.
END