A/N: Yup, I also have Benielle in my arsenal of ships… About this, my original intention was to have Rowan confront Ben about his crush and him to get all upset. But then this happened...

Disclaimer: I don't own these lovely people or the show they're on.

Rowan Blanchard watched her on-screen father from behind a mirror. He looked dejected and tired as he sipped a cup of coffee. She emerged from her hiding place and approached him.

"Ben?"

He looked up. "Rowan?" A sympathetic smile slightly graced her face, and she placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Can I talk to you? Alone?"

Ben stood up, and set his mug down. "We can go to my dressing room." Rowan followed him through the building and into his personal room. "What did you want to talk about?" he asked, sitting down on the couch. She sat down and faced him.

"Are you in love with Danielle?"

His eyes widened, fear present on his face. His cheeks reddened, and Rowan again set a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. "It's okay," she said. "It's okay."

"Yes," he whispered. "Have I been that obvious?" Tears welled in his eyes and he took a shaky breath.

"No," Rowan replied. "Danielle hasn't noticed."

Ben laughed. "She knows me better than anyone. How could she not have noticed?"

"How could she not have noticed?" he repeated to himself. "I've had a crush on her since 1993 and I just… It just turned to loving her." He put his head in his hands. Rowan walked over to the counter and poured him a cup of tea.

"Tell me more," she said. "You need to get this all out before you can face her again."

"We even went on a date once!" he moaned. "It was perfect and then she wanted to just be friends. I agreed, because I couldn't take it. When Boy Meets World ended we lost touch and it got a little better. But now, seeing her on a daily basis… It's all come back and I die a little every time we show any romance as Cory and Topanga!"

"And she has a husband," Rowan reminded him.

"She has a husband," Ben agreed. "I'm happy for her, I am. But…" They sat in silence for a moment and he took a sip of the tea Rowan had brought him. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Ben?" Danielle called from the hallway. "Can I come in?"

Ben's eyes widened. "Danielle?" He turned to Rowan. "I think I'm going to throw up."

"Just breathe," she told him, going to open the door. Danielle walked in and sat down in a chair near the couch. Ben's stomach lurched. He tried to get to the trash can by the door but he wasn't quick enough, instead puking all over Danielle's shoes. His face reddened.

"I'm sorry!" he fretted, trying to wipe off her feet. She chuckled.

"It's okay, Ben. It's not your fault if you aren't feeling well." Danielle stood up and grabbed a paper towel, cleaning up her shoes and the floor. She handed another to Ben, who wiped his mouth and face. She picked up a blanket from the back of the chair and laid it over him on the couch. Then she grabbed the trash can, took out the bag, and set the bin next to the couch. Ben stared up at her.

Rowan smiled, silently leaving the two co-stars alone. Danielle reached into the first aid kit he kept in his dressing room and fished out a thermometer. "Open up," she said. He obediently opened his mouth and she stuck the thermometer under his tongue. 99.9, it read.

So he really was sick, he mused. Sickness and fear had caused him to humiliate himself in front of his… crush? Though it was definitely more than a crush, he couldn't think of a better word to describe it.

"So how did you get sick?" Danielle's voice interrupted his thoughts. He blushed again, and Danielle sat down on the couch. He put his head in her lap and she absentmindedly began playing with his curls.

"Only part of that was because of me being sick," Ben mumbled.

"What was the rest of it?" she asked.

"I can't tell you!" His voice was frantic, filled with panic. Danielle sighed worriedly.

"Hey, I'm your best friend. You can trust me," she reassured him. A single tear ran down his face, and she wiped it away.

"Fine," he said, his voice wavering. "Rowan and I were talking about you before you came in."

"And that made you throw up?" she asked, confused.

"Well, um," Ben said, licking his lips. "We were talking about how I… how I love you." The last few word were muffled by a choked sob.

"You love me?" Danielle asked. He nodded and blushed again.

"Since 1993…"

"Ben! When we went on that date, when I suggested we just be friends… you should have told me!"

"I was scared! I still am. You're married; I shouldn't be feeling what I feel for a married woman!"

"So this, this show," she gestured around his dressing room. "It must be so hard for you…"

"It kills me," he confirmed. "So, when you came in after Rowan and I had been talking about that, I panicked. I got so nervous and so nauseous. Because I knew that you would reject me. Because you have to."

"I wish I didn't," she mumbled. Meanwhile, a producer approached Ben's dressing room. Rowan stopped him.

"Don't!"

"What? Why?" the producer asked.

"Ben's not feeling well. He's sick."

"I just need to deliver some scripts to him, and then he can go home." He moved to open the door. His and Rowan's eyes widened. Inside the dressing room, Ben and Danielle were locked in an intense kiss.

"He is actually sick," Rowan said apologetically. "He threw up on her shoes earlier." The producer handed her the scripts.

"Can you give these to him? When they're, ah, finished?"

"Sure," Rowan replied. She turned towards the door and coughed. Ben and Danielle disentangled themselves, blushing madly.

"This isn't what it looks like Rowan, I swear," Danielle said.

"It looks like my TV parents are passionately making out."

"Well then it's exactly what it looks like," Ben said. Danielle turned to her TV daughter.

"Please don't tell anyone," she begged.

Rowan shrugged. "Okay, but just know that you're playing a losing game," she replied.

A/N 2: Okay, so this was originally intended to be a oneshot but as I wrote, I saw how it could be expanded. And now it'll be a story.