Imagine That

Setting: Takes place during season 3.

Note: The stories are not connected unless otherwise stated.

It was late at night and there was a sense of utter depression in the air. The rooms of MODE are empty except for one. Wilhelmina wasn't sure how she had ended up in this situation; sitting on the chaise in her office beside Daniel Meade, both of them with a half empty glass in their hands. The second bottle of wine lied on the floor beside the first, both completely empty. The sex issue, the issue that was supposed to be their saving grace, the issue that they were depending on, had boomed. All their hard work had been in vain.

The company was in trouble and they knew that it was just a matter of time before everything came crumbling down. Maybe that was the reason why when Daniel entered Wilhelmina's office at 8:30pm she had just stared at him and silently motioned towards her liquor cabinet. At first they had sat in silence as they both drowned glass after glass of the intoxicating liquid. Then gradually they began to converse. After an hour or so of trying to brainstorm what else could be done they had both stopped trying; and as the liquor began taking its effect they had both stopped caring.

"We're really fucked, aren't we?" Daniel sounded as if he were two sips away from beginning to slur his speech.

"In more ways then one," Wilhelmina chuckled at her own joke as she took another sip.

"We should declare tomorrow a holiday and tell everyone to stay home." His thoughts momentarily drifted to Molly, before he quickly pushed them aside. He didn't want to go to her and see the pity he knew would be there in her eyes, but he also didn't want to be alone. Maybe this was why he was still here in Wilhelmina's office. He knew that he would find no pity in her eyes, no words of false hope coming from her lips, just despair which matched his feelings perfectly. Her reply suddenly pulled him from his daze.

"What the hell are you babbling about?"

He turned to her and took a moment to recall his thoughts. "Think about it, we could go skydiving or something. Have you ever gone skydiving?" The alcohol appeared to cause Daniel's attention span to lessen with each passing minute.

"You're clearly drunk."

"Drunk? No. Tipsy? Yes." He paused for a moment. "What were we talking about again?"

"I don't even know anymore."

Daniel snorted, amused for no real reason at all. After a short silence he asked, "What are you thinking about?" More bored than curious.

Wilhelmina looked straight ahead, starring into nothingness. "Shoulda, coulda, wouldas." She replied in a tired voice.

"Bet you're wishing you had gone with him." His voice held a bit of bitterness that he could not mask. He didn't need to clarify who he meant by him.

She turned towards Daniel and waited a few seconds before answering as if she were contemplating the question. "No," she whispered.

"Why not?" He whispered back as if someone might over hear them.

"I just know that I would not have been happy." She shrugged and took another sip.

"MODE means that much to you." It was more of a statement than a question. When she didn't reply he continued. "Then what were you thinking about if that wasn't it?"

She sighed before answering. "Nothing…It doesn't matter, we can't change the past." When she saw him open his mouth to speak, she quickly tried to change the subject. "Bungee jumping," she suddenly said, "I've gone bungee jumping but I've never gone skydiving."

Daniel let out a small laugh. "I can't picture you bungee jumping at all."

"Well when I was little I was afraid of heights and so on my 21st birthday I decided to face my fears. Of course I was half drunk at the time." She couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped her lips.

"Wilhelmina Slater bungee jumping. I just can't see it."

"Well then I suppose your imagination is lacking."

"Trust me it's not. I can imagine you doing a lot of things just not that."

"Is that so? And just what types of things have you imagined me doing?"

For some reason the way she said that question sent a sequence of inappropriate images running through his mind. He tried to shake them away but couldn't. He could feel his heart beginning to beat faster. "Ummm …" Was all he could say.

"Daniel, are you blushing?" She smirked.

"No!" He answered a bit too quickly. He cleared his throat and looked away from her. Images of what she looked like beneath her clothes refused to leave his mind.

There was a wicked sparkle in Wilhelmina's eyes as the alcohol flowing through her blood stream stirred her on. The thought of him squirming uncomfortably in his seat amused her beyond words. "So you never answered my question." Her voice brought his gaze back to her. "What have you imaged me doing?" She tilted her head and raised her eyebrow. A sinful smile played on her lips.

"Just the usual … taking candy from babies, kicking puppies, and plotting to take over the world." His laugh sounded nervous. He was trying to evade the web he could clearly see forming before his eyes.

"Is that all?" she leaned closer to him, already sensing how uneasy he was.

He stared at her lips for a long moment before answering. "No." He decided to ignore the little voice inside his head that screamed for him to snap out of it.

"What else?"

He swallowed hard then opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He watched as Wilhelmina's smile widened before she broke out into laughter. "That was too easy," he heard her say. It took him a moment to realize what had just happened.

Wilhelmina calmed her laughter as she finished off her drink. It was more fun than I thought it would be, she thought to herself. She glanced at Daniel before moving to stand up. Suddenly she felt him grab her arm and pull her back down. In less than a second he had her pinned against her chaise. Both their glasses tumbled to the ground. She could see in his eyes that something inside him had snapped.

They were both breathing heavily; his face barely an inch from hers. Daniel had her arms pinned on either side of her. Later he would blame his actions on the alcohol while knowing that it was only half true. "I really want to rip that damn smirk off your face." His voice was low.

This was not what she had planned and she knew that she should stop this before it went too far, but she refused to be the first one to back down. "And how exactly were you planning on doing that?" She raised a brow at him, practically challenging him to do something. She could feel him against her thigh and moved her leg deliberating causing him to softly groan. She wickedly smiled. "Feeling difficult?"

Daniel closed his eyes for a moment, and tried to gather what little self control he had left. He might have succeeded if she had not shifted her leg again. He opened his eyes and found that smirk still on her face. Then without even a hint of hesitation he crushed his lips onto hers.

Wilhelmina was completely still at first, the alcohol causing her reaction to be delayed. She then tried to push him away, but even that lasted only a few seconds before she felt herself kissing him back. She nearly welcomed the feeling of lust that had taken the place of the despair she felt before. This was wrong on so many levels, but she couldn't find it in herself to care.

Their tongues battled for control as he released her arms allowing both of them to roam each others bodies. The need for air caused them to slightly pull away. They stared at one another as if waiting for the other to push away and end this insanity. When neither made any move to leave Wilhelmina grabbed Daniel by the back of his head and pulled him back down to her lips. They began pulling at each others clothing, barely bothering with buttons and zippers.

Suddenly the ringing of a phone filled their ears and forced them apart. It was Daniel's. He hesitantly reached for it; both of them knew who it would be. He didn't look at the screen instead he kept his eyes on hers.

She could see the guilt that had begun to appear on his face. Had she been a better woman, she would have pushed him away, would have stopped them both from making this mistake, but that just wasn't her. She grabbed the phone from his hand, pressed ignore and tossed it onto the floor. She watched as uncertainty crept into his eyes. She didn't give him a moment to gather his thoughts before she crushed her lips against his. She deepened the kiss as her hand slipped between them and touched him through the fabric of his pants. When he groaned into her lips and returned the kiss with the same intensity as before, she knew she had won.

Tomorrow they would blame it all on the alcohol. Tomorrow he would try to stop the guilt from eating through him, try to get the image of Wilhelmina beneath him out of his mind. Tomorrow she would try to pretend like nothing happened and act as if her heart beat didn't quicken every time he was close. They'd try but fail. Then the next day they'd realize that this moment of weakness had sparked something they could not imagine away.

THE END

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