Update 4/19/16

Author's Notes: I'm looking for a beta for this story, so if you would like to do it please PM me. If you have read Charmed or The White Queen you know that I have other fanfics in the works that include The 100, Blood Ties, Hunger Games, Lost Girl, Divergent, and Percy Jackson.

Warning: *** Contains lines from the show. ***

Summary: Daniel and Betty have a unique relationship. And in the Bahamas things between Daniel and Betty heat up. But when they come home not everything the happened in the Bahamas stays in the Bahamas. AU.

The Rumor by 3sth3r

Disclaimer: I don't own Ugly Betty.

Chapter Two: Two Days Earlier

He was having the worst luck. Marc thought the Bahamas would be a great escape. He wanted fun in sun and in short he wanted a sweet love affair with some hot, latin, gay, sex god. But he was out of luck. The Bahamas did not house any gay men and Marc couldn't take it anymore.

On the third day of the shoot his search had ended with a sigh. "This is the only empty stool. And I know we aren't exactly friends, so we don't have to talk." He stated as he sat next to the only open seat at the bar that sat at the edge of the beach. He got saddled with Daniel Meade as the only person he knew at the bar. But he didn't want someone who would be coming back to New York with him; he wanted something, or better yet, someone new.

"Drink!" He shouted to the bartender across the crowded bar. He couldn't get over the heat. And worse the amount of people. It was one in the afternoon no self-respecting bar would be packed this early in the day. He thought he could drink himself away today before the tide changed and brought in the crowds.

He was hot and bothered. Not only were there not any men to satisfy Marc's needs but now he discovered that he had also forgotten to reapply his sunblock, to prevent the unbelievable sunburn that had haunted him as a child. He hated is Irish roots for making him burn so easily but loved his dark hair, because he would never look so good in the winter without it.

But this didn't stop him from drinking. Two and an half hours had gone by and four tropical drinks later and he was talking to Daniel Meade in a drunk rant. "It is so much to ask for meaningless vacation sex. But a little known fact: there are NO gay people in the Bahamas. I have searched the gym, the spa, the private beach and, not a waxed chest or condescending attitude to be found." He was truly out of luck.

"What about those two guys right there?" Daniel questioned. He had pointed to the two-waxed chested guys at the end of the bar. "Totally gay."

"European," Marc clarified. "Rookie mistake." Daniel nodded. Marc knew the gay community who was he to question him.

"This is the worst gaycation ever." Marc professed moments later, and dramatic as ever. He was tired of the sun and the fun that everyone was having but himself.


Daniel had been at the bar sipping on his drink for a good hour before Marc came crashing in. He was simply uninterested. Uninterested in anything and anyone since he came back from burying his wife. After the cult and the pain he went through after Molly, this vacation was going to be the reset button for his life. There was one problem. He couldn't seem to get excited.

Betty had suggested that maybe to move on with his life, he needed a lay. A good lay. And here in the Bahamas would be perfect. One time with a stranger, one night and he would be on his way to being his old self again. Daniel four years ago, heck even ten years ago could pick up any girl with a single pick up line. He was a master at the one night stand, and was perfect at sneaking out. But lately he had the hardest time even getting hard.

That is why he was at the bar in the first place. As Becks would put it, To pick up chicks. Daniel sighed and listens to Marc's rant about the lack of fish in the sea in the Bahamas. "It is so much to ask for meaningless vacation sex. But a little known fact: there are NO gay people in the Bahamas. I have searched the gym, the spa, the private beach, and not a waxed chest or condescending attitude to be found." He was truly out of luck.

"What about those two guys right there?" Daniel questioned. He had pointed to the two-waxed chested guys at the end of the bar. "Totally gay."

"European," Marc clarified. "Rookie mistake." Daniel nodded. Marc knew the gay community who was he to question him.

"This is the worst gaycation ever." Daniel raised an eyebrow and paused to think of his next words. At the moment the drink in his hand was mostly water than alcohol. He had been nursing it for the last hour.

He turned towards Marc with a smile, "Can I ask you a question? Do you just add gay to any regular word just to make it your word?"

Marc shrugged. "Gaybe. Gaybe not." Daniel and Marc laughed. It was just too funny.

"Well, if it is any consolation, I'm kind of, trying to meet someone too. But I have forgotten how." He was positive Marc would laugh at least once.

"Well this is your lucky gay." Daniel and Marc laughed again, "Ok, I'll stop now. But seriously I can help you. Girls, love it when a straighty is down with the pink team. So, who do you have your eye on?" Marc looked around curiously.

Daniel hinted over his shoulder to a blonde in a hot pink bikini. Marc eye the beauty and nodded. Daniel took a sip on his drink and slowly turned towards the blonde as she was heading over to Daniel at the bar.


With a crash Betty landed in the only open spot on the bar. When she looked up she saw Daniel and Marc staring at her. "What?" she asked in a weary sigh. She had been run ragged all day.

Wilhelmina Slater had been making her run endlessly since they landed in the Bahamas. It was make this list, find that person, and collect those things. She had enough. She was done with the Bahamas, and the fantasy of lying on the beach and getting a tan. At this rate she wouldn't be able to enjoy the sunset.

"Let me guess. Slater?" She looked up at Marc and grinds her teeth in a nod.

"I'm so exhausted." Betty stated. "I've been working since we touched down." Daniel noted the way Betty slumped down into her chair.

"Well, aren't we just the three amigos." Marc said sarcastically. "All work and no play."

"What are you talking about?" Betty asked. "What about those guys?" Betty hinted to the guys at the end of the bar.

"They're European." Daniel stated, quickly.

Betty raised her eyebrows questionably, "No, I'm not talking about them. I'm talking about the men behind them. The one in the plaid." Betty pointed to the lone man in a blue plaid shirt, sipping his drink. Both Marc and Daniel turned to the man in question.

"And they are French. If you wanted to know."

Daniel turned back, "How can you tell?" he asked.

"Hair." Daniel and Marc both eyed her questionably. "If they were Greek or Italian they wouldn't bother to wax. If they were English or Irish or even from Whales they would be red because they would burn. But the French don't burn that bad or very fast and they like an evenly waxed chest. So, they must be French."

"That makes sense." Marc stated.

"How do you know they are French and not from Portugal?" Daniel asked.

"The drink." She stated. "They called it Le Lièvre, the hare. It's a very common drink on the French southern coast. Especially during the summer. They have a similar one here in the Bahamas."

Both Marc and Daniel looked at each other and then back to Betty. "What?" she questioned. "I was a straight A student all through high school and college. And I'm able to deal with Wilhelmina's crazy demands between interviewing assistants for you." She said to Daniel. "And you think I can't detect who is gay or not with in a twenty meter distance of me."

Betty rolled her eyes and sighed. "It doesn't matter. I just wanted a drink."

Marc ignores Betty and head towards the man in the blue plaid shirt to discover a great lay. Daniel, however, observed Betty as she ordered her drink. He saw thesy were tense almost to the point of breaking. Daniel knew Wilhelmina would never let Marc or Betty unless they were done for day. He knew the tension in her shoulders was getting worst by the second and if she did not release it soon she combust.

"Are you doing anything tonight?" Daniel asked.

Betty shook her head, "No. Why?"

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" Daniel smiled.

Author's Notes (Continued): I don't know any French drinks so I just kind of made one up hope you guys don't mind. Also I think I'm going to write another chapter before school rolls around.

To be continued…