Title: Paris is always a good idea
Author: Swamy
Fandom: Ugly Betty
Pairing: Daniel / Betty
Genre: romance, episodic 4x20
Rating: for all
's Note : I do not follow this show but I saw clips of the final Detty and I thought to put certain things in black and white obvious. ..
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me. The author of this story is not written for profit. Bhla bhla ...
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She had to ask the taxi driver to get it before the address she had given him, without specifying that it was because he was likely to vomit in the back seat of his livelihood: he did not believe it was really necessary rebuked with this information.
A little fresh air would do him good, it was said, and so here it is, to breathe deeply London smog, rich in acids and anhydrides and other things I remembered, perhaps because they were already having some effect on his brain. Or maybe not for that.
His plan, once dropped by the taxi in advance, was walking slowly through Piccadilly Circus thus postponing the moment when he would see Betty at the latest possible. Which was odd considering it was there for her. Well, no, he was there primarily to find himself, to answer the big questions that plague man ever since the expulsion from paradise and see the performance of Dirty Dancing, but also to see Betty. The fact that it was the first stop after leaving the airport was a pure coincidence. If her mother had not made similar blather feelings and now have the absurd idea of having to make a huge revelation - that seemed to throw in the face of his assistant-slash-best friend I can not live without you in order to get her to leave was not enough in fact.
Suddenly he seemed to be Harrison Ford in Sabrina, the difference being that he was much younger, sexier, this was not Paris, and was not there to declare eternal love to Sabrina. That is, Betty.
But she was going now, unknowingly, a purple coat the top button closed, and stood under a shirt with horizontal stripes black and cobalt blue - matching least daring that made him feel somewhat reassured. He kept holding the phone to your ear with a hand-delivered and safe walking on his shoes with a heel spotted by twelve inches, and had to seal off an arm to stop the stroke.
"Betty?"
At first she did not realize who he was and his brain had to send them later, his name and the familiar voice that had spoken since the first thing out of her mouth was an apology, making him come for a moment doubt that after a single afar for months she had already forgotten. But immediately after when he looked up and saw him, stupefied expression and two steps back that face to be able to look better and make sure that what he saw gave him the courage to resist, and thought that if he had remembered his name without help from her would have been able to avoid giving your stomach in public.
"Daniel!" God, thank you.
thus avoid public humiliation - that could cost him dear because the British tended to give much importance to these quisquiglie despite Amy Winehouse, who had vomited on stage during a performance, was one of them boast - he found himself talking to Betty on a staircase as she stood up the wind.
"I just realized that ... everything I was served, I never really won anything like ... as you did "was not pleasant to admit that it had no major achievements in its success, but Betty does not hurt to say, perhaps because she had already seen all the worst of him, and did not run screaming in the opposite direction, so it was not as ugly as could be with anyone more.
you understand.
"Well ..." his voice made him look up "I know there are many things you can do Daniel"
"Thank you" he replied, and even if they were across the ocean is already felt a little more at home.
... and I also realized that I have not said goodbye, which really is not nice ... "but the concept of farewell was all that he had never liked it. The sound that had the word in question. The fact that people who had seen regularly then disappeared from at any moment, most of the time buried under three meters of land though it was not the case. Daniel hated Adii. He hated to say goodbye to her. "... So: goodbye ..." the word and shook his throat, forcing him to use a minimum of humor "... and good luck ... and make good route, "he said, fixing its shortcomings.
"Thank you, I'll call you when I get" humor him snatching a smile and nod.
Now his mission was accomplished. He was greeted appropriately her best friend, her best assistant, her best ... more. "So we have, "she said causally, with the voice of someone about to return to standby business, moving a lock of hair from her face. And he felt the strange, horrible, empty feeling in the stomach and the anxiety to find a way to stay with her on the stairs any longer.
"Come back to New York?" He asked, prompting him to ask himself. He had not thought much if not to get on the plane and go to her to apologize, and now that it had had no idea what to do. Things that suddenly did not seem necessarily bad.
"No," he said after thinking thought "I think ... will stay around for a while "and said aloud seemed a sensible idea. "I'll see what I can find." Mode was relatively safe in the hands of Wilhelmina. He was unemployed, homeless, without plans for the day "Maybe ... "Without plans for the evening, he realized" ... I'll take you to dinner "the nervousness was gone, his stomach seemed to be good and he was sure what he was doing. Because he wanted to be with her. Not just for a chat on the stairs. Not just for a dinner with friends. He wanted to be with her, and take it slow because he had learned over the years that certain things are to be fostered. "Tonight, if you're free"
"I would like very much" he lowered his eyes before answering, and after having raised lingered. Daniel smiled. The usual smile, that of his friend, but when I looked down and raised his friend was gone and no longer smiling as they watched in silence and both knew that that appointment was a appointment.
and hear the bells.
Well, not in the sense of blow-by-lightning, hear the bells and the choir of angels singing, etc.. They heard the bells in the sense that the bell rang in the palace of Westminster to indicate the time and she got up to run away, a bit like Cinderella, except for footwear.
She hugged him to greet him, a bit embarrassed and he used all possible nonchalnce to say "I ... I'll call you later "to fix our appointment is an appointment . His brain would not let him forget it, and he would not even try.
"Okay" she nodded with a smile, moving away to avoid seeing her blush. He knew her well enough not to need to look to know that he was blushing.
Betty dropped the second step and turned around, finding all the security he had acquired over the years with him, "Hey, if you want something to do, I'm looking for a new assistant"
"Maybe I will send my resume "answered him with a small victory, acknowledging his status as a career woman, and she laughed, going to work.
He stood still, standing with hands in his pockets, and even if he should be nervous because he had just found out I had chased Sabrina to Paris and that his mother had always been right, it was not for nothing, because ; Sabrina then finally said yes and they lived happily forever. And he was really sexier than Harrison Ford.
Since
PS: The title of fan fiction is a shares borrowed from the movie Sabrina ..
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