Disclaimer: I don't own Ugly Betty or any of the characters,but I sure wouldn't mind if someone decided to give them to me. Anyway please don't sue cause I have no money!!!!

Authors Note: Its taken me awhile to finally put to words this story. It has "magic" I reckon you would call it inside so if that isn't what floats your boat…you get the idea. If so please read and review…it makes my day!!!

Shooting Star?!

Daniel strode out of the office building in which he worked, the same office his father had built from scratch some thirty odd years before. The fact that he was a part of that legacy had always given him a sense of pride and accomplishment but on this particular night it only made him feel lost and alone.

It was only three weeks ago that his father had died. Three weeks, but it felt like a lifetime. It should, a great deal had happened in those three weeks. His mother, who had escaped from prison and was on the run had gotten caught, his brother/sister Alex"is" had decided he/she should run the company instead of Daniel. Something Daniel feared his dad would have agreed with.

A cold gust snapped him out of his daydream and he realized he was standing on a street corner next to a hotdog vendor on the outskirts of Queens. How the hell did I wind up here, he wondered. Well I guess as long as I'm here it would be rude of me not to go see Betty, he decided. Like it was a very common thing for a boss to go over to his assistants house at 7:00 on a Friday night.

He walked up to the door and knocked. Ignacio answered. "Hey, Daniel, what are you doing here?"

"I just needed to see Betty for a minute."

"Not for work I hope." Ignacio answered with a smile and a pat on the back.

Daniel smiled too. "No not for work."

"Betty…" her dad called, "Daniel's here he needs to speak with you."

"Coming" he heard Betty call from somewhere upstairs.

Her dad lead him to the couch and told him to make himself comfortable, not that he needed to be led considering how many times he had been there before. Her dad turned to go to the kitchen and then suddenly and yet carefully turned around.

"Daniel" he said in a deep calming voice.

"Yes sir?"

"I am terribly sorry about your dad." He said, then he turned around and walked out of the room.

"Thank you." Daniel whispered to himself more than anyone else. Tears began to form in his eyes and it took all the strength he had left to swallow them.

"Hey, Daniel." Betty's voice startled him.

"Hey, Betty, sorry to bother you so late," he began but she cut him off.

"It's fine." She said as she made her way to sit on the couch next to him. "What is it?"

"I don't know," he said his voice quaky from newly developed tears, "its just.."

She grasped his hand in hers and he looked down slightly embarrassed. "You know Daniel its okay to cry, it doesn't make you weak, it makes you human."

Looking back up at her tears had filled his gorgeous icy blue eyes to the rim and the strong man she had usually seen seemed now nothing but a sad scared little boy. She enveloped him in a hug. She could feel his body shake as he finally let go, and it broke her heart.

After a while of sad silence she felt his body calm and his heart slow down to a steady pace. He pulled away and whispered in her ear, "Thank you." And for some unknown, or maybe known but not admitted, reason it sent a shock through her entire body. The only response she could manage was a smile. And Daniel wondered if she could ever know the warmth and peace her smile brought him.

For the longest time they sat there looking into each others eyes and seeing so clearly one another's hearts, scared if they moved they would never feel as safe as they did in that moment. Just then a voice broke there gaze.

"Hmmmm, Betty are you ready to go?" Henry asked in a small awkward voice. Betty and Daniel jumped up in shock.

"Henry, you're early."

"Actually I'm late, traffic was terrible." He stated slightly angry.

"Well this was fun but I got to go. See at work on Monday Betty, bye Henry." Daniel said leaving as quickly as he could. Phew, that was awkward. He called his driver, told him where to pick him up, and ten minutes later he was gone. Not long after that he was in his loft. He threw off his jacket, slipped off his shoes, turned on the heat, and grabbed a cold beer. Time to relax he told himself. But at that exact moment he spotted his tree or his sad excuse for a tree rather. Might as well decorate, what else do I have to do. When he got to the last ornament he almost put it back, but decided against it. It was the "wish" ornament at least that's what his parents had called it. He doubted it worked but then again Alex had always gotten it before so he couldn't be positive. What the hell, "This year I wish I had a normal family."

If Daniel had bothered to look out the window he would have noticed the shooting star going by as he said it.