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.

He snuck into the room and saw her through the darkness and stalled for a moment as he took in her sleeping figure. He laughed slightly at her night clothes. He wouldn't have imagined her any other way. He shook his head as his hand rubbed his chin as he took in her room. He was invading her private domain. Surely he had never done such a thing uninvited or it was always the other way around he was sneaking out not in to someone's most private shelter. He had lingered, and he hoped not a minute to long, before hearing the sound, more like racket, coming from outside the window. The loud sound of the music had caused not a stir in her but he could hear the footsteps beyond the door and the shouting from her nephew. He had tripped over some cord on the floor and soon found himself hovering above her. Had he not outstretched his hands he would have fallen directly on top of her. He quickly moved, if her father were to find him here, being that the elder was set in his ancient ways, would kill him or worse. The only place he could thing of for quick hiding was under her bed.

Betty had turned and mumbled something into the air, inaudible to the intruder even if he had been just inches away from her, she was starting to wake from her dreams. She swore she could still smell him, smell his cologne as if he were in the room. Betty had felt him touch her and felt his body warmth so close to her own. But Betty knew she was only dreaming. For only in her dreams would Daniel Meade be in contact with her that way.

"AUNT BETTY!" Justin shouted as he swung open the door awaking her fully. She grumbled as he pulled the covers from her. She could still swear his scent was in the room. Her nose sniffed and an odd look came upon her face as she looked at her nephew. The music was playing and now there was a voice accompanying the loud disruption.

"Oh Betty." Hilda swooped in the room as she threw open the curtains to the open window. That's odd I swear I had closed that window Betty thought to herself, for she never liked sleeping with the window open. "Come look Betty." As her sister pulled her towards the window Justin had moved over to the other side of the room as Mr. Suarez had made his appearance finally. Justin was oblivious to the visible sign that their home had been intruded on in the middle of the night and stepped on it.

He had managed to get hidden well, except for his hand. He had no time to pull it in as the young man had kindly put his foot on it, as if he were claiming victory over it. The white man did all he could to keep from shouting out in pain because the pain suffered if caught would be far worse then what he had to endure.

"What is he doing?" Betty asked holding back a yawn as she looked at the man.

And why is he doing it so badly? The man under the bed thought as his face cringed. He's going to kill what's left of my hearing. He wanted nothing more then to shelter his ears from the obnoxious intruding noise.

"He's giving you a serenata." Justin wooed as he looked at his Aunt. "Isn't it so romantic?"

"It's the middle of the night." Betty responded as she fussed with her hair. "I can't be dealing with this. I have a long day at work." Hilda only shook her head at her sisters anti romantic sentiments as she had come upon her young son and something that lay directly below him. She made no verbal accusation but pinched Betty and motioned, without causing a ruckus, her head to the floor.

The scent of Daniel had come back to her and she saw the object that had caught her sisters eye. Could it be? What would he be doing here so late? Hilda only gave her a grin as she grabbed her young son and pulled him towards the window, with the excuse that he could see better by the window. Betty gave her a stern look, she of course had no clue as to why her boss was hiding under her bed and she urgently wanted to find out.

Who in the world is giving my Betty a serenade? And a lousy one at that? Daniel asked himself silently as a scowl came over his face. Did they not know that she deserved better then that. That if he had done it, it would have been perfect. And only he could come and wake Betty Suarez from her precious sleep in the middle of the night. Again Daniel paused as he felt the pressure of his hand released and he pulled it in quickly. Why was he suddenly overcome with this emotion. He had never felt this wash of fury, of heat overcome him with other females.

The serenade ended and Betty promised to speak to Henry in the morning. After this she repeated how tired she was and everyone left her alone. Hilda only winked at her as she closed the door. Betty leaned against the door as she let a sigh of relief out and she rolled her eyes at Hilda, even though she could no longer see it, before an idea came over her. Betty Suarez jumped on the bed and repeated the action excitedly as she heard the moan of her boss below her.

"Alright I surrender." Daniel slightly shouted as she stopped. "Stop Betty. Please stop."

"What are you doing under my bed?" She asked looking at him sternly with her hands crossed over her chest. He pulled himself out from under the bed and looked her over.

"What is that fool doing singing to you in the middle of the night?" He asked in the same stern reprimanding voice he used before. He hadn't even registered the significance of how, much less, what feeling he retaliated with. Later he would decide to deal with the significance of it.

"That fools name is Henry and he was . . ." Betty's word failed as she realized she had no idea what to respond because she did not know what the answer was. "I don't know but I asked you first."

"I was . . .was. .. just taking a stroll." Daniel retorted as he threw his hands in the air. "I was just taking a long walk."

"And you just happened to end up under my bed for no reason at all?"

"It looked like a nice place to sleep." Daniel quipped with a laugh as they looked at each other. "It just seemed so cozy."

"Sure." She sighed as she rubbed her forehead. What had possessed this man to break an entry into her home and shelter himself under her bed. She would never know or figure it out. She had long ago resigned to decipher the logical reasoning behind any of his doings. She found it better just to humor him and go along then question his actions repeatedly.

"Do you want to take a ride with me?"

"I thought you strolled here?"

"Yeah I strolled from the sidewalk to the house and then up the side of the house. A very arduous task indeed, allowed for many deep spiritual long thoughts about myself. I rediscovered myself once or twice." They both laughed as he offered her his hand and she took it. She hadn't even cared that she had plopped into the extravagant vehicle in her green froggie pajama outfit.