Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own Ugly Betty or any of its characters...promise :)

A/N: Hi, Everybody. I know I haven't written in like...forever. But my last semester of college was a tough one and it was difficult for me to break away and write whenever I wanted to. However, I'm back for the summer and am really excited about all the Dettyness I've been saving up. Here's a little story I started before the season 2 finale...i'll likely incorporate events from the finale into the story. Hope ya like!

Summary: Daniel's got a lot on his mind, so he stops by his psychiatrist's office for a little visit...(bad summary...it's DB of course).

Daniel sighed deeply, glancing down at the plush carpet of the office that had become so familiar to him a few months ago. He sank down deeper into the leather sofa and ran his fingers along the edge of the armrest.

"Daniel?" the voice of his psychiatrist snapped him out of his thoughts. "Sorry," he grinned sheepishly, looking back at his doctor. "What seems to be troubling you today? I haven't seen you in a month," Dr. Jamison observed his patient carefully, pulling out his pen.

"I know. It's just- I've had a lot on my mind lately," Daniel admitted, letting his eyes drift to the window.

"A lot about Renee?" the doctor assumed, watching him clasp his hands together.

"No. Not Renee. It's someone else…my assistant."

"This assistant of yours…she persuaded you to see me initially, correct?"

"Yeah," Daniel nodded, "she's usually the only one that can get me to do anything." Dr. Jamison watched him glance down and smirk to himself. "And why do you think that is?"

"Because…she just- she just can. She's Betty," he shrugged, standing from his seat. The doctor scribbled a few notes, deciding to let Daniel speak. "I don't know why. I guess I don't wanna let her down. I don't want her to be disappointed in me. I hate seeing that look on her face," he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his Italian suit.

"Why? How does it make you feel?"

"It's a look that says she knows I'm better than that...that I'm not acting like the man she knows I can be. And what bothers me the most is that she can affect me so much with just one look. No one's ever been able to do that…not even my mom. I don't get it," Daniel explained, leaning up against the window.

"Hmm…I see. So when she looks at you that way what do you do?"

"I have to do better. I try to do things that put a smile on her face."

"Do you feel better when you do that?" the doctor peered over his glasses. Daniel nodded, "yeah. Knowing she's happy... makes me happy."

"That makes sense. You two are good friends right?"

"Right. We're good friends. She's the best friend I've ever had. The best I'll ever have," Daniel turned around at this point, crossing his arms.

"So why has this friend of yours been on your mind so much?"

"I don't know. She's had a lot going on lately. She just had a breakup with her boyfriend a few weeks ago…she's been pretty down about it. I've been worried about her so we've been spending more time together," he explained, starting to pace the office.

"What've you two been doing together?" Dr. Jamison watched Daniel's eyes widen at this question. "What? Just hanging out, you know…things friends do." He noticed Daniel seemed to get a little fidgety at this question and raised an eyebrow.

"What is it? Did I say something wrong?" Dr. Jamison wondered.

"No, it's just…when you said we'd been doing something together…" Daniel shook his head, blushing slightly. "I've been…having these dreams. About Betty," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Are these dreams…sexual in nature?"

"No…not really...they're more intimate than anything. I'll have dreams where we'll be lying in bed kissing, or lounging on the couch together, or I'll be looking into her eyes, holding her close..." Daniel let out a sigh, his blue eyes meeting those of his doctor.

"And why do you think you're having those kind of dreams?"

"I don't know. Lately Betty's been making me feel…different. She'll smile at me, or I'll smell her shampoo, or she'll brush up against me…I don't know. She doesn't even know what she does to me," he said honestly.

"Hmm. Have you ever felt this way before?"

Daniel paused, becoming fascinated with his cufflinks. "No. But…that doesn't mean- it doesn't mean anything."

"Anything like what? What's it supposed to mean?" Dr. Jamison questioned, carefully watching his patient.

"It's…nothing. Betty and I are friends and- it's nothing." Daniel took a deep breath, shifting his weight.

"Well if you're sure it's nothing…" Dr. Jamison began.

"Yeah. Right. Well…I should probably be getting back to work," Daniel adjusted his tie, heading towards the door. "Oh. Alright then. Would you like to schedule another appointment?"

"Umm...you know...I think I'm okay. Betty's just been on my mind lately because of the extra time we've been spending together. All these thoughts I'm having...they'll go away. Right?" Daniel stood uncertainly, one hand on the door.

"If you're having these dreams because of your time spent together, I'd imagine they'd go away if you're not around her as much," Dr. Jamison proposed, standing from his seat. Daniel slowly nodded, as if he was thinking things through. "Do you want them to go away?"

Daniel glanced back up quickly, not expecting that question. He opened his mouth to respond, then realized he didn't have an answer. "I - I don't know. She makes me feel like..." he paused and shook his head, chuckling to himself. "Nevermind...it's crazy. Thanks for seeing me, Dr. Jamison. I have to get back to the office."

"Okay. Have a good afternoon," the older gentleman replied watching as Daniel closed the door behind him.

Dr. Jamison glanced down at his notes and grinned to himself. "It may not be as crazy as you think, Daniel."

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