Author's Note: I would like to thank Betty the Bonita and Tmadison for their reviews on the last chapter. You two made me smile. You two are the reason that I'm even writing this update. I know I've made you all wait this long and I don't kno how good or long this one will be, but here goes :)!

Chapter 4

Betty woke up and rubbed the crick in her neck, an arm was flung haphazardly over her waist, and she started to freak. That was until she looked to see that it was Daniel's arm; both of them must have fallen asleep as they were working. She watched him sleep for a little bit, his handsome face peaceful in sleep. He looked so much younger, too and she could see that he wasn't so worried. Of course, both of them had to much champagne last night and he began to break down and tell her about how he feels that he doesn't deserve her. She deserved better than him and it broke her heart, yes he used to be a playboy but he changed. Everyone could see the change in him and it made her happy that she was the one that helped him. Personally she was glad that she could influence someone and wondered if she could use that as an article.

"You're amazing," she whispered as she ran her finger down his cheeks and across his jawline, hoping that she doesn't wake him.

Slowly she began to get up and remove his arm gently, her head was slightly pounding and she felt like the room was spinning, maybe she shouldn't have drank on an empty stomach. That was the thought that went through her mind as her eyes landed on the bottles and the papers spread all over. Her eyes went wide, though, as she seen that they basically had everything set weeks before the deadline; did they really do that much work in so little time? She could hardly remember, but she did have to say how well it came together and fit. Betty had to admit that her and Daniel were a good team and she was slightly proud of herself for asking him to help. It took all that she had in her to even do it, but she had finally did. To be honest, she didn't think she could have done this much work in the small amount of time. She wondered if she was even cut out for this kind of job at all, it was her dream to own her own magazine, but this was a lot of work.

She felt vulnerable right now and she felt like she was going to fail, a weak moment. A moment that she was used to having when no one was around, she had learned to hide it from everyone.

Her own thoughts consumed her and the only thing that brought her out of that was Daniel's arms wrapping around her and the slight peck on her shoulder, where his chin now rested.

"You okay, baby?"

She flushed as he called her that, not used to it, "I'm fine. I'm just looking over everything that we had gone through. Can you believe just how much we got done?"

"I know it is shocking," he chuckled softly as he looked to the work, "but we were always good together. We got so much done, and, if we're speaking honestly, I wouldn't have been able to do all that I have done without you."

Betty turned her head as he moved his, their lips meeting in a small, innocent peck. The kiss still igniting sparks within her, just like each and every one they had shared.

"Thank you. You don't know how much I really needed to hear that. Sometimes I forget just how strong willed that I am."

Daniel moved to pick up her office phone and order some breakfast and pain killers, his head hurting too. Of course, the roar in his head was dull anyway but he knew that Betty was suffering.

"Well there is no need for you to forget, because of all the things you have done. You've helped me out of jams more than I can count on one hand. You also are heading your own magazine here, and had so much work done. It was all about bringing it together and switching up some things. You don't really give yourself that much credit, do you?"

She looked to him and bit on her bottom lip, shaking her head as she agreed that she didn't give herself enough credit. Betty was used to others taking the credit for the work she had done, and Daniel only did at her insistence. Of course, he wanted her to take her own credit but she had wanted to build him up and not take other's crap. She gave Daniel a smile as she began to slip the papers into their places in the book, wanting to see how it would look.

"I don't, and I know that I should. I guess I do let people walk all over me, but that is what makes me a stubborn person because I just want what is best for everyone. I know at Mode that I let a lot of people take my credit and I did some things that I would have never done. At one point it was all too much for me and I didn't want to go back, but somehow it was always you that brought me back. The fact that you were here with me, the fact that you seemed to always be cheering me on. That is when I became aggressive with some things. I don't even know if that is the right word."

As she spoke, Daniel leaned against her desk and really listened to her rattle on, something that she was very good at and something he loved about her. She wasn't full of herself, but when she was about herself she could go on, but make it as if she wasn't talking about herself'; if that made any sense. A knock at the door made them both jump as he went to get it, seeing that it was their breakfast. The food smelled amazing and made Betty's mouth water and her stomach growl, though it was a bit uneasy. She hoped that she was able to keep it down.

Daniel sat next to the now clean table and pulled out their breakfast.

"I got a bagel because I know that bread soaks up all the alcohol and you are less likely to throw up. Also medicine helps," he picked up a white bag that he must have paid extra for the guy to pick up, shaking it and was rewarded with pills hitting the side of the bottle.

"You thought of everything haven't you?"

"Well...I kind of know from experience what it is like to drink and have a hang over. I know you're a lush when it comes to drinking also," he teased, with a boyish grin, making his blue eyes light up with laughter.

"Oh you think you're funny, Mr. Meade?" She looked to him as she took a bite of one of the bagels, her stomach wanting to rebel, but she swallowed the bite.

"I could be a regular comedian, yes I am pretty funny," Daniel carried on as he proued out four pills, two for her and two for him.

She laughed, "I'd pay to see that."

He shook his head and handed her hers, cracking open a bottle of water, taking a sip off of it to take his pills and then handing it over to her.

"Thank you," she told him taking the pills and then downing the water.

As the day wore on, her headache began to fade and her stomach no longer wanted to rebel. She had talked to Mr. Dunne, asking if Daniel would be able to help her, because she still needed that little bit of help.

"I don't know, Miss Suarez. Are you sure you'll be able to focus while he is around?" Mr. Dunne asked, being serious about it, not liking it one bit that Daniel was even here.

Betty could see that he wasn't happy about this, but he gave in. She didn't know what he was thinking but she knew that she felt uneasy with the smirk that had slid across his face. Let the games begin, he thought to himself with his fingers tented in front of him, his elbows resting on the desk.

Please review? What did you think about that? Yes I know, he is probably a nice man but you know what? I just wanted to make him evil! What do you think his plans are for Daniel and Betty?