Disclaimer: Prue belongs to Constance M. Burge and Spelling Entertainment. Duncan belongs to Rysher Entertainment and Davis/Panzer. I am but a humble fan.
Author's Note: Written for Supernaturalhel on "Make Someone Feel Good Day".
“What are you not telling me, Duncan?” Prue demanded, her blue eyes locking him in a steely gaze.
Duncan chuckled. “Do you actually think I’m hiding something from you?”
“I know you’re hiding something from me.”
Duncan tried to wrap an arm around her, but she squirmed out of his reach. He furrowed his brow. This was going to be harder than he thought.
“You know, we might be able to trade a secret for a secret,” he suggested.
Prue tensed, her arms crossed over her chest. “What do you mean?”
He sat down on the couch and fixed her with his own brown-eyed gaze. “We’ve been together for a few months now, and I’m not the only one who runs off to fix emergencies. You’ve got a secret of your own.”
The small brunette stepped back from the couch. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
This was a big step for him. The only other woman he had ever trusted enough with his secret had been Tessa. However, something about Prue Halliwell made him want to trust her, too. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small knife. He then poised it over his open palm. Prue’s eyes grew wide.
“Prue, I’m older than I look.” He met her eyes. “I was born over 400 years ago in Scotland, and I’m Immortal.” Before she could answer, he sliced his palm with the knife.
“What the…?” Prue gasped and started to run for the kitchen. She stopped when she saw the small bits of lightning stitching his hand back together. “My God.” Slowly, she sat down beside him on the couch. “How did you do that?”
“I didn’t do anything,” he confessed. He wiped away the blood to reveal no trace of a scar. “It’s the way I was born.” He sighed. “So now you know.”
A slow smile lit up her pretty face. “I guess I should explain those family emergencies, huh?” She focused her attention on a small picture frame sitting atop the television. She held out her hand and narrowed her eyes. Immediately, the picture frame flew into her hand. She looked at Duncan. “I’m a witch, and my two sisters and I are the only ones who can protect innocents from a bunch of demons in San Francisco.”
Duncan grinned. “That’s what I thought it might be.”
“You’re not surprised?”
“No,” he admitted, sitting back against the cushions. “I knew another woman who was a witch. She could do the same thing you just did only she used her hands.”
“Really? When? What was her name?”
Duncan scratched his chin. “Probably around the mid-1800’s. Her name was Brianna.”
“You knew my ancestor?”
Wrapping an arm around her, he leaned closer. “No wonder your face looked so close to hers.”
Prue narrowed her eyes. “So, do you love me for me or because I look like Brianna?”
“Definitely for you. You two have different personalities.” He cupped her chin with his hand. “Can you handle this Immortal thing?”
Prue’s smile returned. “I think it’s worth giving it a try. At least I don’t have to worry about you dying at the hands of a demon.”
“True.” Duncan chose to push the rest of his secret to the back of his mind. One step at a time. Prue didn’t have to know about the Game or anything else yet.
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