Notes: A small Vincent and Daphne fic as a birthday gift for my friend Rose_of_Pollux!

"Do you have a minute?"

Vincent froze, his eyes widening before turning away from the window to face the redhead who had become his daughter. She smiled slightly at him, though mostly with a concerned look on her face.

He smiled back at her. "I do," he whispered to her. He would stop anything for her.

She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear as she sat down next to him, observing the inside of the plane. It was so quiet. Everyone else had fallen asleep, except for Scooby, who was flying it.

"I was going to go to sleep, but I wanted to talk to you about your ancestor first, if that's okay," she said.

Vincent looked out the window again.

"It's alright, yes," he nodded.

She laid her hand gently on top of his.

"The 13th ghost may be your ancestor, but you're still the same Vincent that I know. The same Vincent that we know. I don't know Asamad, I've never met him, but I know that you are nothing like him," she began. "You didn't have to be afraid of telling us."

"I didn't know how to not be afraid," Vincent blurted out. "I never knew how to. Ever since I was young, whenever the truth was revealed about my lineage, people both feared and hated me. They could never look at me the same way ever again. Even those around my age had distanced themselves from me." He let out a huge sigh. "I thought once you knew the truth, all of you would do the same."

Daphne looked upon his face. Gosh, he was hurt. He was so ashamed of who he was related to, and no amount of wishing that ghosts were fake or at least for him not to share the same bloodline as the King of Demons was going to take it away.

"Well, I would never, and the others wouldn't either. We promised to always stand by your side, and we won't stop just because you happen to be related to a demon!" she exclaimed. "We love you, you're like a father to us and nothing will ever change that."

Vincent smiled at her again. She really wasn't afraid of him. She had no hatred for him despite everything. He didn't fully understand how, but he was eternally grateful for it.

"I… I love you too," he told her.

Daphne smiled back at him, and went in for a hug.

"I understand why you were afraid to tell us," she admitted. "It's not an easy thing to tell anyone, especially when you've spent years wishing things were different. If I were in that situation, I would feel the same way. You shouldn't have had to deal with this, you didn't deserve it."

She then pulled away from him.

"When did you find out?" she asked.

"Sometime when I was a child, I was told by my elders. So, I have known for most of my life."

"I'm sorry," Daphne frowned. "And I want you to know that whatever your ancestor did wasn't your fault. You weren't even born yet, how could any of that be your fault?"

"How can you be so sure? It's in my blood, Daphne!" his voice now being above a whisper.

"It's not in your blood," she insisted. "Even if it was, I would still care about you."

"Even if I was a monster…?"

"I would still care," she assured him.

His eyes widened again, she really made something that was a burden on him for so many years incredibly more tolerable…

He took her hand.

"I think we should both get some sleep now," he told her. "Good night."

"Can I stay here next to you?" she asked.

Vincent couldn't help but smile once again.

"Of course you can," he nodded. "I didn't get the chance to tell you this today, but… you look beautiful, Daphne."

Daphne's heart warmed. A compliment from Vincent was always the best type of compliment anyone could receive.

"Thank you so much," she replied, uncontrollably smiling as well.

She then shut her eyes, laying her head down on his shoulder, and soon enough, they both fell asleep, and the plane went completely silent again.