*Author's Note: I should be doing a dozen other things right now, but this random thought popped into my head. Might be a three-shot. Four-shot. Who knows?*
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We argued so much sometimes. Yes, I loved him. I always have. I always will. Sometimes, though, there is no one else in the world as frustrating as the man I love. Jack Fenton. We married right out of college and had our beautiful daughter, Jasmine. Jack picked the name. We argued so much over what to name her. We did (finally) come to an agreement, though. Jasmine- Jazz. Beginning was a struggle. We'd never lived together before, and sometimes I just wanted to strangle him. I often wonder if he felt the same way, but I'm rambling.
Ghosts. It was always about ghosts. I understood, but our little two-year-old should come first, right? Before work, before ghosts, before research, before everything. One night, I guess, things just got to rough. Who could I turn to? I just needed time to think. To sort things out. I left. I had every intention of returning, but I just needed someone to talk to- someone who could understand. I turned to you.
I'm sure you remember that night. I do, too. I returned home, strangely feeling better but horribly guilty. I was a married woman! I tried to make up for it by being the most loyal and supportive wife I could be. I did love them. Then, I got a surprise. I got a surprise in the form of a black-haired, blue-eyed baby. The problem was I was almost positive he wasn't Jack's. Call it mother's intuition. I just knew.
I remember holding him in my arms the first time, while Jack and I tried to decide on a name. I had thought of it for months, and I knew what he had to be named. You once told me what you'd name your son if you ever had one. I wasn't sure if you remembered; it was so long ago. It felt right, though. Daniel. Jack thought it was too old fashioned, too cliché, too overdone, but it had to be Daniel.
I wish you'd seen him grow up. You wouldn't believe it. He's truly wonderful: smart, energetic, curious, sweet…I hate lying to him, but I've lied for fourteen years- to everyone but myself.
When you invited us to the reunion, I desperately wanted to see you, but I was worried. I shouldn't have worried. You seemed to suspect nothing. Danny seemed to like you. It was bittersweet to say the least. I wanted to tell you. Words couldn't describe how much, but I did truly love Jack and Danny. But I loved you, too- at least once, no matter for how small an amount of time. I wondered if you suspected something when you heard his name, but if you did, you didn't say anything.
I left you this note to say that I named him Daniel for you. After the ghost attacked, I felt like at the very least you deserved to know. The incidents weren't related, but you still ought to know. You ought to know you have a son. His name is Daniel Fenton, but it should've been Daniel Masters.
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Author's Note: Vlad is Danny's father! What!?! Yes, I know it's crazy, but if you really, really think about it, it does kind of sound plausible.