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.

"Daniel?" There had been a long span of awkward silence and Betty decided to break it.

"Hmm." It was his only response as he looked at her with a smile.

"Where are we going?"

"I don't know." Betty sighed as she fidgeted in her seat.

"Well that's good to know." She smiled as she looked out the window. Truthfully Betty didn't care where they ended up, pathetically and sappy as it was, she would go with Daniel to the ends of the earth.

"It sure is." He replied as he turned down the street onto a dirt road. He in fact didn't have anything planned. He must have been insane to get his secretary up in the middle of the night for no concrete reason. In fact he no longer remembered the original reason that had put this idea into motion. He vaguely remembered something about some papers and finding himself. The car soon came to a stop on the bridge. The same bridge that they had been standing on when they had first came into contact. Daniel opened his door then moved to open her door and he slightly grinned at her outfit. "How fitting Miss Suarez."

"Why thank you." Betty replied with a laugh. "It's my best getting kidnapped in the middle of the night outfit." They both laughed as they approached the sidewalk.

"It's a beautiful night."

"Gorgeous." She bit her lip. "I can never get enough of it."

"Betty . . ."

"Daniel?"

"Betty . . ." He wanted to ask her about it. He wanted to speak about the guy that sang, well at least if you could call that singing, to her under her window. He wanted to ask about Walter and most of all he wanted to ask about them. But the words seem to conceal themselves every time he spoke her name. They would vanish or get caught at the bottom of his throat. This was a new experience for him; he had never had this much trouble speaking to a woman. So they both consented to watching the chaotic city live its boisterous light in silence. Her hands rested on the pole then would move to rest in her pockets. His head became racked with contemplations of his own life. He thought of his family, his actions that all lead up to his point. He thought of the women in his life that had no real significance in his life. None of them ever stuck around long enough to leave a remarkable memory, a yearning for them. Then there was her. .the person he no longer wishes to discuss. She was the one person that had managed to steal his insecurity of being in a stable relationship and Betty all with one stone.

Betty had been going through her own motions. She thought of him and wondered if it would ever lead to anything. Maybe she had become to attached, like always, to quickly to an idea that would never be real. It would always just be a conceptual theory in her own head to be shared with no one. It would be her burden alone to deal with her longing for him to be interested in her. She was always known to cling to the wrong ideal person. That was how Betty lived life clinging onto fantasy theatrical novella concepts and forgetting reality. She dreamt that he would look at her like he did all those other women. But Betty knew this could never happen. Betty understood her problems and embraced them at all times. She knew she was not the skinny beautiful model that he was accustomed to. She knew she was nothing short of being a nerd, or even worse ugly. But she coped with it, accepted it but still that never relinquished hope. Hope that someone like him, the gorgeous model well fit, would find her fascinating.

"Are you cold?" He finally mustered as he slipped off his jacket and wrapped it around her and his hand trailed down her arm softly.

"Thank you." She replied with a bit of a stutter and snort. Sure Betty that was the most romantic sound at the moment. "So what are we doing out here Daniel?"

"Finding me." He replied as he scratched his head. He then explained the exercise to her as it had finally come back to him.

"So then why do you need me?" He looked at her, I need you for so much you will never know, with those piercing eyes and that charming smile of his.

"Because . ."His words fell silent and he looked back at the bustling city he called home. "You know me." He finished. "I need you to help me Betty."

"Okay." Betty replied as her hand squeezed his arm. "So where shall we start on discovering the most inner untouched soul of Daniel Meade.