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.

"You are my what?" Daniel responded in the most forced polite tone he could use as he scratched the back of his head and fidgeting in his chair.

"I'm your psychologist." Miss Lambert stated noting the sudden discomfort in the man.

"Yes . . .hmm." He looked at her and then to the floor. She was hot, he had to admit, not depriving himself of the usual checking out of hot woman. He ran his hand over his lips as he did another once over. He could deal with a woman like her, so easily could he have her on the floor .. . He grinned at the thought but then shook his head. "No I don't think this will work."

"I was under the impression Mr. Meade that you had agreed to it. I mean when Miss Suarez conversed with me the other day at lunch she said you were well aware of my presence and what I would be doing to aide you."

"I am not insane."

"I have yet to decipher that and much more about you." She grinned with a small laugh. She was playing with him, she was joking around like if they had known each other for years. Only Betty had the right to have that kind of humor with him. It was only Betty that could tease him about his sanity, about his person. Who did Miss Lambert think she was.

"I've changed my mind." He stood up sharply and extended his hand. "I shall have no one divulging into my head."

"Scared of your inner demons, your closet dramas, finding who you really are?" Her eyebrow raised challengingly with a stern look as she took his hand and shook it. Daniel Meade was not one to be scared of anything. After all what would this woman be able to decipher about him that he surely didn't know already and Betty had insisted so on it. It couldn't hurt.

"No I have nothing to hide Miss Lambert." Daniel replied firmly. "I think my secretary was mistaken on conversing with you at all. Have a nice day."

"I'll leave you my card and these papers." Trisha smiled as she rose to her feet. "They are a few small tasks that could at least clear your head. If you need anything don't hesitate to call. Have a great day Daniel."

"Betty may I have a word with you." Daniel slightly shouted as he escorted the blonde skinny woman out to let Betty in.

Meanwhile a few meters away two people sat observing the action inside.

"Can you believe that?" Amanda whispered as they spied on her boss. "A therapist."

"What a waste of beauty if the poor creature is crazy." They both slid back against the wall and laughed for a few moments.

"The plan Marc is to get Beugly and Walerd together." The pet names gracefully given to Walter, nerd, the accountant and Betty the ugly hero assistant, by Marcs pure intelligence, at least in his own world. "And that's how we'll split those two apart. I of course will distract Daniel while you do your little thing for Willy" She said as they both again stuck their heads past the wall to look into Daniel's office.

"I see." Marc put a finger to his lips. "Amandikins gets her play date with gorgeous Daniel, while the buglies stay together and I shall get what Wilhelmina needs from that office."

"Exactly."

"You are so smart sometimes it scares me." Marc clapped giddily as they watched the pair bicker in the office.

"Why thank you." Amanda smiled as she bobbed her head in her most Amanda way.

"So Henry you want to win her heart?" Mr. Suarez said looking over the young man.

"I have no idea how to make this work sir." Henry stated as he looked at the elder man and then to the floor. "I've tried about everything."

"You know back in my days the way we'd woo the woman with a serenata."

"A what?" Henry raised his glasses and seemed excited. Now not only did he have a goal he had a plan on how to accomplish said goal. He listened intently at the elder man as he proceeded to describe it.

"The music was poetic. There is no better musician then Pedro Infante or Antonio Aguilar. You can't go wrong with their music."

"I see."

"The suits the Mariachi's wear is just mystifying." Ignacio sighed with nostalgia. He loved speaking of his days, his trials and tribulations. "I think Betty would be crazy not to fall for it. Every woman falls for a man in suit and song." Henry only grinned ear to ear for the first time in days.