Ten Ways Betty and Henry Never Got Together

By LadyWithLight (a.k.a. Martha)

Summary: Ten short rewrites where Henry and Betty get it together: A collection of hassle-free happy endings. Spoilers from Pilot through Grin and Bear It. Henry/Betty.

Disclaimer: I don't own Ugly Betty or any of the characters or plotlines from the show. I'm just borrowing.

From the Start

(A happy-ending rewrite of The Pilot)

Betty stumbled along the sidewalk behind the large and rambunctious dog she was walking. Or was the dog walking her? Either way, she was being tugged down the sidewalk against her will at one end of the leash, hoping against hope that neither she nor any of the innocent bystanders also on the street that day would be hurt.

The dog turned a corner, pulling her sharply behind. As she rounded the corner, she collided violently with a tall, dark-haired man in a sweater vest. "Woah," the man said as she toppled to the ground. The dog backtracked a bit, coming back to lick her in the face. "Are you okay?" the man asked.

"Yeah," she said. "Fine. Just got the wind knocked out of me."

She started to get up and he reached down to give her a hand. "Here, let me help you," he said. Once she was standing again he said, "You're Daniel Meade's new assistant. Betty, right?"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"I saw you the other morning in HR," he explained. He extended his hand to shake with her, "Henry Grubstick, Accounting."

"Betty Suarez," she shook his hand. "Nice to meet you."

"You know, as of 2006, the world's tallest dog is a Great Dane," he said conversationally.

"Really?"

"Just something I know," he said.

"Well, it was nice to meet you. I've really got to get going. Wouldn't want to miss whatever menial task my boss has for me next," she said with a smile. "Bye."

For the next few days, Henry had been unable to get the short encounter from his head. The cute, peppy woman who was Betty Suarez intrigued him. He'd seen her a few other times in passing, but never for long enough to actually talk to her. Finally, he resolved to put himself in her path and make sure they had a conversation this time.

"Hi," he said as he walked up to her desk.

"Henry, hi," she replied.

"I was wondering, would you maybe like to go out to lunch with me?"

"I—"

"Betty," Daniel popped into the doorway of his office. "Oh, I'm sorry. Am I interrupting?"

"Daniel, this is Henry from accounting. I was about to go to lunch with him," Betty said. "Did you need something before I go?"

"No, nothing that can't wait. When you get back I want you to start making a list of possible shots for the Fabia layout. We're going to meet with the new photographer at 2:30 to decide which shots to take," Daniel said. "Have a nice lunch."

"Okay," she said. "Shall we?"