A/N: Hi guys! Thanks for the reviews! I have a test on Friday and then I'm going to Atlanta for spring break, but I'll be sure to update asap.

Summary: When the unexpected happens, the one man Betty pushed away ends up being the one she needed all along.

Takes place after the events of "Back in her Place", so early January 2010. Hilda doesn't lose the baby in my story (I thought that was so random...)

Daniel got the news at work two days later. He'd only heard part of what Marc had said, apparently Cal Hartley had used every resource to find out exactly what had gone wrong with the plane.

He stood behind his desk for a few moments, staring out the window at the streets below. He hadn't exactly been welcoming to Matt at Mode, but he certainly wasn't acting like himself then, either.

As shocked as he was by the turn of events, he felt a small stab of pain when he realized Betty hadn't called or texted him.

Surely she'd gotten the news by now? Maybe she just needed some time, he surmised. Maybe he'd just give her some space.

Daniel picked his blackberry up, a million thoughts crowding his mind as he lightly tapped the side of it for a few seconds.

Maybe he'd take an early lunch and stop by her place, just in case.

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Hilda Suarez lightly touched her belly as she walked downstairs. She opened the door, not at all surprised to see Daniel on the other side of the threshold.

"Hey Hilda… how are you?" he smiled politely.

"I'm good. Come on in," she stepped aside. "So I take it you heard the news?" she sat down on the couch.

He nodded solemnly, "yeah. I umm…just wanted to see how she was doing. I hadn't heard from her," he told her.

"Oh. Well she's at her apartment…said she needed some space. She's sent me messages, but doesn't want to talk to me right now," Hilda explained.

Daniel paused, "so she moved back into her apartment?"

"Last week. She was just ready for a change, you know? It was hard for me to lose Santos…I never imagined my little sister would be going through the same thing. I don't know what to do…could you try and see her, Daniel?" she asked.

"Of course. I'll do anything to help."

-

Betty let in a deep breath, opening her eyes instantly.

She stared up at the ceiling, darkness engulfing all she knew. She sat up groggily, allowing her eyes time to adjust to the dark and glanced around.

Of course it had been a dream. Another dream about him.

She hated it, dreaming about the nearness of him. His eyes, his hands, his smell- it all felt so real. Betty touched the spot next to her in the bed, a place he occupied so often in so many of her dreams.

Fresh tears filled her eyes, as she curled back into a ball on her favorite side of the bed. She felt guilty for even thinking about him that way now…it made her feel so vile.

His memorial service had been a couple of days ago, as eventful as she thought it would be, the paparazzi just loved tragedies, as did the fashion world apparently.

Victoria Hartley had put on her brave face, but Cal had shown enough emotion for the two of them. Betty would never quite understand Cal Hartley…he was a complicated creature, one who had many sides.

Against Victoria's insistence, Betty had set in the eighth row back, observing the two of them from afar. She certainly wasn't family, and had been surprised Victoria had suggested she sit nearby. Daniel and Hilda had sat on both sides of her, for moral support she supposed.

Betty hadn't shed a tear through the entire service, perhaps she was saving her tears for the days subsequently spent in bed.

Daniel had reached over during the service, covering one of her hands with his own and giving it a gentle squeeze. Betty's eyes moved from their hands to his eyes, which were staring at her with an all too familiar look: empathy, understanding. 'I've been through the same thing,' Betty was sure he'd say, 'let me help you, Betty.'

She removed her hand from under his, seeming repulsed by his touch and ignoring the hurt in his eyes. She'd told him when he showed up at her door the other day that she didn't want his help…or his pity. She was strong enough to deal with this on her own.

Betty rolled over in bed, reaching for the Kleenex box, using energy she didn't know she had to blow her nose. Betty knew she was a sad sight to behold, but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything. She just wanted the pain to go away.

Betty will have more interaction with Daniel in the next chapter...Please review! Thanks!