Author's Note: Have I ever mentioned how much I love Shawn and Daniel's pissing contest? Coz I really, really do. I could write an entire story just about this awkward triangle. However, all story arcs need resolution, and this is Daniel and Zenina's.
Images: http:/ blogs. guardian. co. uk/ film/ solveig 460. jpg
Pairing: Daniel/Zenina; discussion of Shawn/Zenina.
Warnings: If you squint, you'll see an homage to Twilight. Fluff.
Disclaimer: None.
Genre: Love.
Word Count: 400
Song: Let Me Call You Sweetheart, Kate Smith.
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Once you got past the fact that Shawn was involved, life in the circus wasn't so bad. Being the strong man was easy; strength was Daniel's vampiric gift anyways. Walk around, flex some muscles, pose for pictures, lift a car with one hand, and done. If this was his afterlife, it wasn't so bad.
Except…
He hadn't seen much of Zenina. They'd argued- about Shawn, of course- and since then she'd given him a wide berth. Which fucking sucked; they should have been celebrating their reunion, not arguing about her relationship with his sire.
He realized they had forever to reconcile… but he kinda wanted her now.
He found her in the bigtop, lazily swinging on the trapeze, apparently unconcerned that she could fall and break her neck. She looked ethereal and not quite real, a dream he'd been chasing for sixty years. He was tired of chasing a memory. He wanted the reality.
"Shawn wasn't kidding when he said he owned you, was he?"
She didn't seem surprised to see him. She slid backwards, hanging from the trapeze by her knees. She got the trapeze swinging, then flipped herself off, summersaulting in midair and landing lightly on her feet.
Showoff.
"Nope," she said simply. "I stopped Seeing, after you… I thought you'd died," she said in a rush. "I got mad. I didn't want to See anymore, but when I stopped, I aged. Shawn and I have a deal- I'm his private Oracle. But that's all."
"And you have to fuck him?" Danny asked, unable to help the jealousy.
"That's how the trance works. It's either sex or drugs," Zenina said honestly. "It's not for love, Danny."
Danny sighed, running a hand through his hair. Well, when you put it that way, Zee's situation wasn't enviable; shit, she was virtually Shawn's prisoner; sex toy and psychic.
"I don't care if he owns you," he finally said, hesitant. "You belong to me."
He bit his lip, afraid she'd take that wrong. He didn't want to be as much of a douchebag as Shawn, making claims on her as if she were a slave. Fortunately, Zenina took it in the spirit it was intended.
"Always," she whispered.
He was never, ever going to thank Shawn for being the catalyst behind their reunion. And every time Shawn put his greedy hands on Danny's wife, Danny would just have to restake his claim.