He Remembered
By Mary
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I do not own Ugly Betty. The characters are the property of ABC and Silent H Productions. The idea for this story is mine and I am just borrowing a few characters. I have not read every fanfic from Ugly Betty so I apologize in advance if this idea has already been used. Flashbacks in the story are from the episode "Secretaries Day".
A/N: This is my first Ugly Betty story. I'm a HUGE Betty/Henry fan. This may be considered OOC at least a little since this is my take on what I think may happen in the season finale. Obviously I'm taking a little creative license here since I don't know what's going to happen. I tend to ramble a bit, so just sit back and enjoy the story. Feedback is appreciated, however please no flames! I'm not a professional author, I just write fun.
Flashbacks are in italics.
Henry sat in his cubicle in Accounting and tiredly rubbed his eyes. He had been staring at the same column of numbers for over an hour now and was no closer to finishing the audit than he was when he arrived this morning. Henry sighed and adjusted his glasses, frowning slightly as he tried to remember his dream from this morning.
He remembered running into Betty at Mode. He asked her about the Administrative Professionals Day party and wanted to crash it. She had seemed surprised at that.
"Really"? Betty had asked.
"Yeah…bit of a Dungeons and Dragons geek. Big surprise I know. I guess I have a soft spot for castles. And chivalry. And princesses." Henry had replied, giving Betty a knowing look.
Henry smiled to himself, remembering that shy smile that crossed Betty's face when he'd made the remark about princesses. Well, she was HIS princess, if only in his mind. Henry shook himself out of his daze and glanced at the pile of paperwork on his desk. He sighed again and picked up his pencil, only to toss it back down to the desktop in frustration.
Damn, he thought to himself. What has gotten into me? These internal audits HAVE to be done and I haven't even made a dent in them. Henry ran a hand through his hair as he realized why he wasn't getting any work done.
Betty.
Henry knew it was Betty that was keeping him from sleeping at night and off-balance during the day. A fact Charlie had picked up on and argued with him about. But the thing that was bothering Henry the most was that he had this feeling that something had happened at The Middle Ages that was important for him. And Betty. And Charlie? But as hard as he tried, some of the details of that night were fuzzy.
He remembered looking for Betty at The Middle Ages and finding her staring at the mat where some unlucky fellow had just been thrown from the jousting steed. Henry followed her worried gaze to the riderless mechanical "steed".
"Oh my god, you're going to tame the jousting steed"? Henry had asked.
"Yeah, it's no big deal. Betty had said, "I have thighs of….."
Henry's eyebrows rose, waiting for her to finish.
"Never mind." Betty said, glancing away from him.
Henry thought he'd asked her to go and play darts or something. Anything would be safer than Betty getting up on that whiplash-inducing contraption. He remembered grabbing her hand to steer her away from certain injury when she'd stopped him.
"No no no no ". Betty had said, snatching her hand out of his firm grip. She looked at Henry pleadingly, trying to make him understand what she couldn't, wouldn't tell him.
"Why?" Was all Henry could think of.
"It's complicated." Betty said.
Henry had been all ready to accept her explanation and support this crazy idea she had until Christina changed his mind.
"She needs the money to help her father." Christina had blurted out.
Henry hadn't seen Betty's face as she whirled to face Christina, but he knew she hadn't wanted HIM to know why she was doing this. In that moment, Henry decided to help Betty and her father.
"You're not doing this." Henry had stated firmly to Betty.
"Henry…."
Henry couldn't believe it himself when he went up to volunteer to tame the jousting steed for Betty. He had planned to tell her he would do anything for her when his cell phone rang. It had been Charlie, calling to ask where he was. Henry had explained to her he'd gone to the Administrative Professionals Day party with the rest of his co-workers, only to have Charlie rant furiously on the phone to him, asking especially if Betty was there. Yes, she was there, Henry had told Charlie.
Charlie railed at him angrily, demanding to know why he wanted to spend so much time with Betty. Henry calmly told Charlie she was acting very jealous and that Betty was only a friend. Charlie would never have to know how hard that lie had been, Henry thought to himself.