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.

The paper cackled at its own trickery. It watched as the gracious above the law significant man hovered above it with complete ignorance of its presence right under his nose. The paper smiled victoriously at its lucid mischievousness as the man looked quite erratic hovering above it. That is this would be occurring if the paper was able to obtain life like features as those but the paper is an inanimate object so thus it did neither of these things.

"Where is it?" Daniel screamed as he ran his hand through his hair yet again and a sharp look towards Amanda.

"How should I know?" Amanda shrugged with a movement of her shoulders as she eyed him. "I am not her keeper Daniel." She retorted as she turned on her heel.

"But . . ." Daniel slammed the secretary's desk as his eyes went here to there. "I need those papers; I need them like ten minutes ago." He shouted at the blonde as he gripped her arm tightly preventing her quick attempt at abandon.

"Daniel . . . I don't know." She repeated in his face in a mockingly slow tone, maybe this time the nuisance would get the hint, that nor did she know where his freaking budget was nor did she in all honestly care where they were. Amanda had better things to be doing ten minutes ago then here fussing with this erratic man and his problems.

"Oh . . . oh. ...where is Betty?" Daniel responded with a glare at her. "Where is Betty her lunch ended five minutes ago?" He bellowed as the young blonde just glared at him. Both unaware of the small woman sitting in the visitors chair watching, for that's what she was a people watcher, an analyzer. She would note things down on her small black notebook about the spectacle before her and then resume to watching. She of course kept herself unperceivable to both; for she liked being a spectator it would help her decipher his character easier that way. "Does she not know that she needs to be here with me?"

"I recall you gave her an extended lunch Mr. Meade." Amanda retorted sourly as she looked at the man. "Or don't you recall?" She rolled her eyes and turned once again on her heel to make her grand exit but before she did she looked the man straight in the eye, with a hint of hurt and jealousy in them, she stated "That's right I forget I'm dealing with Daniel Meade the one who quickly forgets what he did last night." Amanda flung her long blonde hair back without a look at him and walked off then paused "That's right your afternoon meeting arrived Mr. Meade."

"Thank you Amanda." Daniel replied mock sweetly as he sighed and yet again ran his hand through his hair then a look towards the unseen spectator. "I'm truly sorry about this Mrs. . . ."

"Miss Lambert." Trisha Lambert replied as she shook his hand firmly. "No problem at all Mr. Meade."

"I hope not to indulge on your patience much longer I just need to locate some documents my secretary has for me and I'll be quite quick in attending you to your needs Miss Lambert."

Daniel retrieved his hand and resumed to his search and his score on the time. Where was Betty? Did she not know how much he needed her right now? She should not be out and about fulfilling her stomach with the day's essentials when he was such in a state of chaos. She should know this because she knew Daniel better then his own mother did. Without a second more passing on his watch the short slightly plump secretary was running in the desk hair askew, purse in hand as she looked at him.

"I'm so sorry Daniel." She apologized as she retrieved the papers needed only inches away from his hand. "I . . . just forgot." She grinned handing him the papers in his hand as his eyes met hers. She had done it again. Betty Suarez had saved his day yet again. "My mind had a momentary Amanda there boss." They both laughed at the inside joke.

"No foul Betty. But really you didn't have to come all the way here so quickly just for a few measly papers." Daniel had relaxed all threat of chaotic disorder washed from his brain as she had returned to him. "I mean you still have a whole three minutes before you had to come in."

"Oh gosh." Betty replied, "How shall I live." She laughed as she placed her purse down and his hand came to her hair and fixed it. She trembled inwardly as she felt his soft touch on her head. She reveled the moments that his skin touched hers. Betty Suarez admired Daniel for all his accomplishments since she had first met him. She had watched him fall and rise again. Betty knew not what she would have done without him if it had worked out with Sofia. But then she hadn't even begun to contemplate her sudden attachment to her boss.

"We'll find something Betty." He smiled as he picked up the papers, which still would be taunting him, and winked then headed into his office.

"Oh Miss Lambert you're here already." Miss Lambert smiled at the secretary. "I suppose you've met Mr. Meade?"

"Yes quite a character." Trisha replied with a smile at Betty. "Very interesting Betty I can only wonder what traumas this one has in store."

"I know." Betty said with a grin. "I'll escort you in and let you begin to fix the mess in his head."