Forever Falling Into Nothing
Summary: When Betty witness something scandalous, she must decide whether to step in and protect Daniel or keep her nose out of his business and deal with her mounting feelings for a certain sports assistant .....
An: This is my first Ugly Betty fanfic, and while it may be slightly twisted, I actually would like to have seen this happen in the storylines. Call me weird....
Betty sat at a bar in upper New York wondering how her life had managed to take a horrible turn for the complicated. Looking down into her third margarita she realized she was going to need another drink. Usually when she had a bad day, she would go home and talk to her Papi and her sister about it, but this time she couldn't. This would be something not even they could help give advice on. Not only had Conner gotten away with embezzling money from the company, but Molly had revealed that her cancer had returned and that she would be spending the rest of her time with her family. It had been a decision that had completely crushed Daniel. She groaned softly. Her head was beginning to throb painfully. She didn't want to think about Daniel. Especially not after she had witnessed hours ago in his office which was the reason why she was sitting at the bar in the first place.
Pulling out her phone, she began to scroll through her address book searching for someone she could speak to. She would have called Christina, but her Irish friend was busy recovering from giving birth a few weeks ago. Amanda, was definitely not an option and Henry was far too complicated. She would call Matt, the sport's assistant in her Yeti class, but she wasn't exactly sober and she didn't trust herself not to make a fool of herself in front of the very cute guy. Her eyes brightened as she came across one number that she knew could call on. Seconds later she typed a brief text and hit the send button.
Come to The Dirty Lagoon bar on 53rd street ASAP. I have something MAJOR to talk to you about....
As she waited for his response, she ordered another drink and began to nod her head to the music pulsating throughout the bar.
What is so major, Suarez? I am kinda in the middle of something...or should I say on the bottom? ;)
Why was he text winking at her unless his comment meant that he was...
She nearly spit up her drink in disgust. She had already had enough disturbing images swimming through her head. She did not need Mark adding to that. Inhaling deeply, she lifted her phone from her lap and sent him a text message back.
TMI, Mark. Just stop what you are doing and get over here. It is very important...
Thirty minutes later, she spotted Mark walking into the bar, and she waved trying to get his attention.
"Omg, what on earth are you wearing? You seriously look like a blaring SOS. Save Outrageous Suarez," he said starring at her outfit with horror in disdain.
Betty ignored him, and Mark frowned.
"This has better be a real emergency, Suarez. You pulled me away from an sinfully gorgeous hairstylist who was feeling a bit emo-ish...," he started.
"Shut up, Mark and sit down. This is serious," Betty snapped.
Mark frowned, not happy with her tone of voice, but he obeyed her command reluctantly. For Betty to be this upset, meant that something really dramatic and bad have had to happen. She was about to start speaking, when he signaled her to stop and turned to the bartender with a sweet smile.
"Bartender, let me have an apple martini, stirred not shaken," he ordered.
The bartender smiled flirtatiously before going to going to fill his order. He was tall with dark hair, bright blue eyes, and dimples that made Mark want to just melt.
Mark eyes followed the ass of the bartender with an appreciative smile on his lips. Tight, firm and hidden behind a nice pair of designer jeans. He could definitely see himself taking those jeans off, very slowly...
"Mark, focus," Betty protested.
Mark snapped back to the present and smiled down at Betty wide eyed, but tolerantly.
"Ok.... wait. Tell me though, am I going to need a shot of something strong to hear this?" he asked suspiciously.
Betty shook her head.
"I already had four, and trust me, it's not going to help erase the image of what I saw. I think I am going to have night mares about it for as long as I live. Just imagine two people who you never wanted to see having sex, having sex," she grumbled.
Mark's curiosity rose greatly. It wasn't every day that he would see the innocent and wholesome Betty Suarez drinking more then an glass of alcohol beverage. For her to have turned to drinking, meant that she had some newsworthy gossip for him.
"Oh my gosh! Did you catch Amanda with the dweeby weird guy who works in the mail room? I knew she was sleeping with him, that little liar. That's so nasty," he smirked with self satisfaction.
Betty rolled her eyes. She was starting to regret calling Mark. While they have grown closer over the years, they weren't exactly friends and Mark tended to be more shallow when she was in need of his substance.
"No, I didn't catch Amanda messing around with some dweeby weird guy. Besides, if I'm not mistaken, you had a crush on him way before," she was cut off by a scathing glare from Mark.
"I did not have any kind of crush on that Hobbit wanna be. Seriously, Betty. Do you think I would just do any guy just because I am gay. I am deeply, deeply, offended," he sniffed, pretending to be insulted.
Betty glared at him.
"Anyways, what I saw was worse. Much worse," she said swallowing deeply.
Mark arched an eyebrow curiously as he propped his chin on his elbow and stared at her expectantly.
"Well I guess what you saw is juicy after all. I was starting to have my doubts, Betty. So tell me, who is doing who?" he grinned in anticipation.
Betty took a deep breath. While she knew reliving the incident would be even more traumatic, she knew she had to get the secret off her chest before it drove her completely crazy.
"Ok, it happened when I went back to the office because I forgotten some spreadsheets that I was suppose to have for Daniel..." she started....
(Flashback)
Two hours ago....
-Ding-
Betty sighed heavily as she stepped through the open elevator doors and headed towards her desk. She was tired and have ben half way home when she realized she had left an unfinished project at the office on her desk. A part of her had hesitated coming back, but with her working hard on her projects at Yeti, she knew that it would be bad to slack on her duties as Daniel's administrative assistant, so here she was. Her heels clicked softly across the marble floor as she headed towards her desk. Somewhere in the building she could hear the sound of a floor wax er purring softly, letting her know that the janitors were once again working late. Other then several scattered lights in the ceiling being on, the building was dark. The place was defiantly really creepy and uninviting at night when it was empty.
Rummaging through her desk, it took her a moment to find what she was looking for. However, seconds later, her hand emerged victoriously from her bottom drawer holding the file that she needed to have looked over before the next morning. `She was preparing to leave , when a slight movement in the office across the hall had caught her eye. It was Daniel's office. Although the room was dark, she could tell from shadows bouncing off the walls that someone was inside. Using her middle finger, she shoved her glasses securely on the bridge of her nose as she quietly walked over to the office. Her ears perked up in an attempt to better hear the quiet noises coming from inside.
Peering through the glass, at first she didn't see anything. Everything looked to be in perfect order. Suddenly she spotted a silk red blouse on the floor near a pair of very high pair of high heels. Betty frowned. For a moment she had started to think that maybe Molly had come back and her and Daniel was in his office having some kind of make up sex, but something was entirely off. That type of blouse was definitely not Molly's shade, and the shoes was totally not the school teacher's taste. She wasn't exactly sure, but she was certain that she had seen that particular blouse and pair of shoes before. Suddenly a fairly large hand slammed against the foggy window that she had her face pressed to causing her to gasp softly startled and stumble back a few feet.
"Wow...that was...amazing." Daniel's voice was low and husky filled with the type of satisfaction only achieved after a certain level of sexual appeasement.
Betty groaned. Daniel was so predictable. Whenever he would get hurt or feel that he had lost control over things, he would try to compensate by having some meaningless fling with some young attractive woman he had mostly met at some high class bar. However she was surprised that he had acted so quickly when his breakup with Molly had only taken place a few hours ago...
His statement was followed by the sound of a sarcastic laugh belonging to a female.
"While I couldn't agree more, don't expect this to ever happen again. This was a one time thing."
Betty's eyes widened as she backed away from the office door with a sense of shock washing over her. She recognized that voice, and suddenly she realized where she had seen the expensive looking blouse and the Prada black shoes. She felt her stomach turn and her legs go weak. She had to be mistaken. Daniel had done a lot of crazy, shocking and mind-blowing things over the years that she had known him, but this had to be the worse. It was almost like it was a some kind of sick and twisted betrayal. He seriously couldn't be in his office having sex with.....
(Flashback Ends...)
She closed her eyes trying not to feel sick at what she was about to expose. The woman's voice grated on her nerves, like nails on a chalkboard. When she opened them seconds later, she found Mark's jaws practically on the floor. It was more then obvious that the suspense was going to kill him. A part of her wanted to spare him. Once he learned what she had witnessed, she knew that he would probably be just as devastated as her, or worse.
"Alright, Betty. Your dramatic thing was really cute and appealing at first, but now I am getting impatient, so tell me what you saw, or else I swear, I will walk out of this place and I'll take that sexy bartender with me and you will have to find another pretty face to fix your margarita," he warned.
Betty swallowed hard.
"Daniel is sleeping with someone who works in our office," she said, her face pale.
Mark's face fell disappointed.
"Seriously, Betty. You better have proof that this woman is someone secretly really famous or is really a man or I will kill you. Daniel has have sex with more people in the office more times then Amanda has had sex in the coed bathroom at Mode, and trust me that is a lot," he snorted.
"No, Mark. It wasn't just any woman. It was...it was...Wilhemina."