Title: Beauty and the Betty

Ship: Betty/Daniel

Fandom: Ugly Betty

Rating: K+

Summary: Daniel begins to look past the superficial and looks deep inside him. Unknown he begins to put his life and his sentiments together to reveal one of his biggest shockers yet.

Disclaimer: I don't own Ugly Betty or their creators or the actors that bring them to life. I'll admit I have watched only season 1 faithfully. I have no means or ways of sticking to canon; I have knowledge of tidbits here and there. This is an AU fic. Take it as it is or don't read it if your that stuck on proper details and such. The words are mine, the story is mine and if you take it you'll be punished by law. Wilhelmina owns herself. Inner thoughts shall be put in italics.

"But Daniel." Betty sighed as she looked at her irate boss. She had a feeling he would have coped out but never thought he'd get this worked up about it. All she really wanted to do was help him and she had a feeling that he'd need all the help he could get and soon. She was in suspicion that Wilhelmina and her minions were up to something and it wasn't good. Marc, she had caught him repeatedly now, had been found in Daniel's office searching for something. She had heard small whispers between hushed and secret workers about there being a big change that would either make or break Daniel. She of course assumed that maybe if Daniel had cured himself of his inner demons and learned how to deal with situations that he himself would be able to handle the big event, whatever it may be.

"No, No and NO!" He slightly shouted at her and then turned towards the window. He scratched his head and then turned towards her. "I don't need a psycho . . therapist Betty. Lets just put this behind us alright and move on.

"Yes Daniel." She nodded in defeat as she looked to the floor. "You have a ten o'clock breakfast with .." The conversation turned towards business and the incident soon washed under the rug. Daniel sighed as he looked at her. She had felt hurt about it all. Maybe he had screamed a bit to loudly at her. Maybe he had been a bit to harsh.

"So what's the plan?" Marc asked as they sat down at his desk. "I mean seriously how are we supposed to get those two together."

"Easy all you have to do is make sure Thomas."

"Walter." He corrected as she rolled her eyes and waved her hand in the air.

"Like I care." Amanda responded as she looked at him. "You must make nerd boy believe that Betty's waiting for him here."

"That means socializing with them." Marc grimaced as he looked at the invitation. "What if . . .what if it's like contagious . . .or worse."

"Well swallow down boy because you're going to become the kids shadow, his bff and more." She looked at him with a grin.

"The things I do for Willy." Marc replied with an evident display of disgust at the idea. "Bleh."

"Well in the end it will all be worth it Marc." Amanda soothed as she gave him her best pity look. "Just picture your goal Marc." He only sighed.

Night had come upon them. Daniel looked out the window of his abode. His hand grasped the banister as he looked out into the starry night. It had been a long day he thought as he began to undo his tie. He then moved towards the small table and looked at the papers he had just finished unloading onto it. He looked through them and came upon the therapist's excersices. He chuckled a bit as he put them back on the table. He bit his lip and then picked them back up and looked them over. After all no harm would come with just looking them over, maybe, just maybe he could do one. If it would help him calm down and relax for the night. He read the first one and it seemed easy enough. Clear your mind Daniel and think. The room had turned a deadly silence as he sat on the floor. "Damn I'm going to need Betty for this." Daniel muttered as he shook his head. He looked at his watch. It was only midnight Betty would have nothing to do.

He put his coat back on and he was on his way. He thought maybe he'd clear his mind on his way there. How could he just present himself at the door un invited. He didn't want to call her and give her time to make up an excuse so he wouldn't see her. This sudden urge had overcome him and he needed to see her.

Betty Suarez was in a deep sleep. She dreamt her usual Daniel dreams and then of her success. She would always accomplish everything she wanted. She was beautiful even. She giggled loudly in the sweet comforts of her own room. Somewhere, where neither Daniel or the rest of her problems, could follow her. Here in her room she could be her and not hide anything at all. Betty Suarez slept through the night peacefully. Not even registering there was a man creeping into her open window.