OKay, it's two in the morning and I can't sleep. And I'm bored. Count that up and it gets you one seriously weird Danimina fic!
CHAPTER 1
Wilhelmina rolls her eyes when Daniel enters her office, looking just as depressed and pathetic as he'd been looking for the last few months. Ever since Molly died.
"Can I come in?"
She smirks, nodding slightly and he enters, sitting down across from her timidly.
"I brought you the newest sale figures."
"You can put it on my desk, thanks."
He lifts a brow, gathering a titbit of strength from who knows where.
"Wilhelmina, I'm not your assistant. I brought it so we can discuss it. Now."
"Fine. I…"
She surpasses a shriek when there's a flash of lighting, followed by complete and utter darkness.
"What the hell happened?"
Even though she figures that the question is wimpy and something only Daniel Meade would ask, she can't deny that he sounds somewhat manlier in the darkness. Still, the question was undeniably wimpy and she rolls her eyes even though he can't see it.
"The electricity is down. Must have something to do with the lighting. Do you have a flash light in your office?"
"Who has a flash light in their office?"
His question is answered when a flash light suddenly shines on him and he looks at Wilhelmina with a small smile.
"Of course you'd have one."
"I wanted us to split up and take a look around, make sure everything's okay. Get the power going again."
"I'm not walking around in the dark."
She rolls her eyes, sighing.
"Obviously, Daniel. You can stay in the safety of my office or you can come with me. Whatever."
"I'll come with you. It's not like I'm scared or anything."
Wilhelmina simply rolls her eyes, walking out the office without a word. Daniel doesn't hesitate before following her and the two slowly make their way to the switchboard.
The burning smell reaches them quickly and Wilhelmina puts a hand over her mouth.
"Oh this is…"
"Disgusting."
Daniel finishes for her, looking as though he might gag.
"I guess the lighting hit us. There…"
There's another flash of lighting, followed by a particularly loud rumbling and before they know it, Daniel and Wilhelmina are in each other's arms.
Wilhelmina looks at Daniel irritably, rolling her eyes.
"Oh that's brave, Daniel. Grab onto me."
"You jumped onto me!"
"Oh please! You grabbed me into your arms."
Daniel sighs, shaking his head.
"You know, I think we should just head home. We're not going to be able to do anything tonight."
"Fine."
She storms off without waiting for him and Daniel groans in frustration, slowly making his way through the darkness.
The first thought striking Wilhelmina Slater the next morning, is that something is different. For one, the smell surrounding her is not that of vanilla as she's used to, but something more along the lines of old socks. She opens her eyes slowly, gathering her surroundings in awe. Blue curtains, a messy room with clothes strewn over the floor, an old pizza box in the corner.
"Where the hell am I?"
The voice that leaves her mouth is not her own and she swallows back a shriek, slowly looking down at her hands. Manly hands.
Stunned, she stands up, making her way through the pile of clothes to the closet, opening it in hopes of finding a mirror. Her hopes are dashed when all she finds is more dirty clothes and she makes her way to what she presumes to be the bathroom.
She breathes a sigh of relief upon finding the mirror, but her relief is cut short when she recognizes the reflection.
"Daniel Meade, you are dead."
Daniel opens his eyes with a groan when he hears a shrill cry, searching for his alarm.
"Who changed my alarm to crying?"
He chokes at the sound of his voice, looking at the hand he had stretched out to the alarm.
A very feminine hand with long black nails.
"Oh my…"
Another cry echoes through the room and he stands up, slowly walking to the crib.
"William?"
He picks the baby up nervously, holding it against his chest and… He looks down at that chest, his eyes widening significantly.
"Okay, I definitely did not have these last night!"
He puts William back in the crib, looking down his satin covered chest in awe.
"Miss Slater, I…"
He looks up when a strange man enters the room, jumping back.
"Who are you?"
"The new nanny. Cara couldn't make it today, so the agency sent me."
"Oh. Okay, um… yes. Take the baby and I… I'll go take a shower. Yeah, I think I'll do that."
He heads to the shower, grinning brightly.
Okay, so something strange was up and he was – somehow – in Wilhelmina's body. But there was no way he was going to be able to figure it out, so he might as well have fun with it…