Author's note:

This is my first attempt at writing a Revenge fanfiction. If you've seen my profile you might have since that I write a lot of Grey's anatomy. Well I stumbles on a Danily fancam that inspired me to write this. Hopefully, you'll like it. My current goal is to write 20 chapters with at least 40k words.

Enjoy your read!

takes place in between episodes 16 and 17 of season 3

Emily had been trapped with the Graysons from then on. Victoria had found a modified version of her infinity box, given to her by Lydia before she was accused of attempted murder. Emily had now been branded as a gold digger. A new identity she had set up to protect her own. Now that they were aware she schemed her way into their family, Emily had to hide the real reason she had been targeting the Graysons since her arrival in the Hamptons. This new identity also meant Emily couldn't willingly leave the family as it would've been too suspicious for her to drop everything after her new husband had figured out her real intentions. Instead, it had to appear as though they were forcing her hand. Which is why Emily leaked her own medical records, that way she'd keep the upper hand. The Graysons would think they had forced her out while she had been wanting to leave all along. This new identity also meant she'd go head to head against Victoria and Daniel. A way to keep her path of revenge interesting.

As she left Grayson Manor for good, Emily felt relieved. Relieved she wouldn't have to live with these monsters anymore, the ones who had taken more from her than she had ever taken from them. She knew now that her original plans were no longer enough. She had to take the whole family down.

The following week, she met with her divorce lawyer, Stevie, to sever the last link she had with that damned family. Aiden had left for Japan to take care of their new problem: Niko. And so she had celebrated alone in her beach house. Her hell was over and theirs was just beginning. And so, for the first time in years, Emily had let herself drink her sorrows away. It was a needed and welcomed break, one which she knew would be over when she'd wake up hungover the next morning, but she'd allow it just this once. It wasn't reckless, she wouldn't leave her house and thus she wouldn't risk anything taking one night off for the first time in 3 years.

What Emily hadn't been able to predict was Daniel showing up at her door. He had come to gloat. Gloat about his win, after all, he had left her penniless and had humiliated her. Their union was finally over, he had won over the woman who he had vowed to protect and love till death only for her to have made a mockery of the lives they had shared. The woman he once thought was the love of his life only to earn she had played him like a puppet to get up in the social circle. His hatred for her had grown since the day of their wedding, the day the truth was finally revealed and the day he shot her. He too had needed a few drinks before showing up at her door.

As he walked to her beach house, Daniel could sense a feeling of familiarity. He hadn't been back to this place since the night before their wedding when he had left her promising her a future with him and their child. A child that had never existed and who could no longer exist in any capacity thanks to him. Somehow, that thought brought comfort to him. She had given him false hope of an heir and now she could never bear one. Daniel climbed the stairs leading to the beachfront deck. Through her large bay windows and her ever-flying white curtains, Daniel saw her. It was the first time he had seen her in weeks, the last time he had caught sight of her, he was throwing her out of Grayson manor. Now, she was sitting on her white couch, a bottle of tequila in her hands. Her beauty still caught him off guard sometimes. How could he find a woman he hated so much so beautiful? Every cell in his body hated this woman, one who had lied and cheated to scheme her way into his heart. Her blonde hair and brown eyes still had the power to captivate him. He had never been able to get her to unravel herself to him, one of the many reasons he was still so captivated by her. He never did or would solve the mystery that was Emily Thorne. Daniel entered the beach house without knocking.

"What the hell do you want Daniel? I thought I had seen the last of you." Emily said with a face of disgust as her ex walked into her home.

Daniel could smell the alcohol on her. She seemed inebriated, her eyes weren't as bright as they usually were, even her reaction seemed slower, tho not by much. It was an Emily he had never met before. In the three years, he had known her, he had never seen her drunk or even a little bit intoxicated. She had always maintained her composure and never had had more than a very few drinks a night. This Emily was new to him, Emily since their wedding day was new to him. She had played her game well, less so in the last few months of their second engagement, but Daniel had never doubted her feelings for him, he had only asked himself if they were as strong as his. Now he could clearly tell she had never felt any type of love towards him.

"My attorney wanted to get these delivered to you tomorrow morning, but I couldn't find a reason to wait any longer." He left the documents on her dining room table for her to look at. "We are officially divorced, which means I never have to be seen with you again." An evil smile appeared on his face. The thought of never having to see Emily again pleased Daniel.

Emily let out a mocking laugh. "Is this why you showed up at my house? Gloating doesn't look good on you Daniel." She flipped through the documents, Daniel had indeed signed. He was no longer her husband, a thought that made her oh so happy. She had learned to despise him even more than his father in the very few weeks they were married to each other. "Looks like your job is done, now get out."

Daniel came closer to her, eager to see his former bride displeased. He could see the marks the tears she had shed had left on her skin, barely noticeable from afar, but with his body so close to hers he could see them well. In her intoxicated state, Emily wasn't as good as she usually was with hiding her emotions. «See, I thought you'd somewhat be sad, but I never thought I'd see you like this. This is pathetic, even for you.» He closed the gap between them, his face inches away from hers. "Emily Thorne drunk, well there's a first for everything."

"Don't flatter yourself, Daniel. Nothing about this makes me remotely sad. No longer being your wife is the one silver lining in this situation." She still had to sell to him that he had left her destitute. "The money was nice while it lasted, but not having to see you every day will greatly improve my life." Now it was her turn to tease him. She brought her face and her body even closer to his. Taunting him. She had let him hurt her at the manor, when she was still healing from the shooting when he could've called anyone over to save him. But now that he was in her home, if he tried anything, she would take him down, Emily told herself. She would do it with pleasure.

Then and there, for the first time in two years, she saw a hint of the boy she had loved that first summer. Daniel's eyes betrayed him, her words hurt him. She hadn't seen those eyes since Daniel had learned the truth about his family the night he was released from jail. Her face softened, and for the first time in two years, Daniel also saw a hint of the Emily he loved that first summer, the one he had been desperately searching for when they rekindled their relationship two summers ago.

In his drunken state, Daniel couldn't control himself as he'd want to. His body crossed the inch that separated him and Emily. His right hand on her lower back, pressing her against him and his left hand on her cheek, holding it for the first time since he had vowed to love her. He pressed his lips against hers. He could feel Emily push back, both of her hands on his chest, her lips tight against his. But then something changed, she let herself go. Emily didn't want to be alone, she didn't want to be left to her thoughts, wondering what she could've done, how she could've saved herself and all the ones she loved. She didn't want him, but she wanted someone and he was the only one around.

And for the first time, she let herself go with Daniel. She was feral, no more holding back to project this image of who she was, of this Emily Thorne, Daniel could fall for. Now she had nothing to lose, she had already lost it all because of him. He lifted her with his left arm and she curled her legs around his waist. He put her down on the kitchen counter and took a step back. He looked at her, questioning her intentions. Now that he knew who she was, every move she made seemed to be part of a bigger play. Emily lifted up her shirt, exposing her bra and her scar. It was the first time Daniel had seen it. he was hypnotized by it, his hand reached out to it. Before his finger could make contact with her skin, Emily pulled him in, pressing her lips against his. She didn't want him to touch her there, she didn't even want him to see it. He was the one responsible for it, it was the reason she despised him more than almost anyone and she couldn't let him feel remorse for what he had done. She unbuckled his belt as his lips were still on hers.

"Upstairs." She whispered in a breathe.

Daniel lifted her up again, this time his grip was sturdier. And he took her to her bed. The bed they had shared every night up before their wedding, the one he had made love to her in countless times, but this time it wasn't like the others that had preceded. This time they hated each other, they couldn't bear the thought of being together but something inside of them still craved each other's touch. As he laid her on the bed, his hand reach instinctively in the drawer of her bedside table, looking for that little packet she had always insisted they used. Her hand pushed him back.

"You won't need that." She said as she brought his body closer to hers, closing the gap that had been separating them. They both knew why he wouldn't be needing those. He was the reason she would never conceive after all. Emily couldn't afford for them to take any time off, if they did, she knew she'd stop this before they could go any further. For once, she didn't let herself think before acting.

...

They laid on the bed, the sheets covering their bare bodies. They both knew what the other was thinking. This had been a mistake. Daniel didn't even catch his breath before he got out of her bed.

"Had I known how flexible you were, maybe things would've worked out between us." Daniel said as he picked up his clothes from the floor. he gave Emily one last look as he put his shirt back on and left.

Once more, Emily was alone with her thoughts. And what had filled the void for a few moments had now left her feeling empty than before. What had seemed reasonable a few moments ago now made her fear what would come next. It felt good at the moment, and now she was filled with regrets.

6 weeks later...

Emily had finally won. She cleared her father's name after 3 summers in the Hamptons, putting Conrad away for good and locking up Victoria in a mental institution. The Grayson matriarch and patriarch had finally gotten what they deserved. But it had cost her so much. Emily lost too many people she called family, her father, Amanda and now Aiden. The man she had promised a happy future to had died at the hand of her enemy. Her last hope, her last attach to a world without revenge was now gone.

That night, it took everything in her not to crumble. Not because she felt any guilt towards her enemy, but because the one hope she had held onto for the past three years, the one Daniel had ripped away from her on their wedding night, that single strand of hope had glimmered again. And it was too painful for that hope to be crushed once the two minutes would pass. Emily wasn't stupid, she knew very well the chances of this dream she once had to come true were slim, they were none in fact. That's what she had been told while she still resided in Grayson Manor.

When she pulled the stick from the box, Emily could barely see it, her eyes were filled with tears. She had been strong these past 3 months. All of the emotion she bottled up from her trauma was resurfacing with the fear of being right, or wrong. She didn't know which one was scaring her the most. For those two minutes, all she could think about was what she had lost. Her father, Amanda, Aiden. All of these lives for her cause. One she was tired of fighting.

When her phone rang, alerting her that her two minutes were up, Emily took one big breath and brought the stick close so she could read it.

In an instant, her life changed, the man who she thought had robbed her of ever bearing a child had instead given her one.