Fic: Tale As Old As Time: Chapter Five
Title: Tale As Old As Time
Pairing: House/Cuddy
Chapter: 5/12
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own House M.D., nor the characters. I don't own Beauty and the Beast by Disney either. I make absolutely no money from this.
Summary: Complete AU. An adaptation of Disney's Beauty and the Beast. House is the Beast. Cuddy is Belle. Begins mid Season Three or so.
(Chapter One.)
(Chapter Two.)
(Chapter Three.)
(Chapter Four.)
The Other Side.
“Did you hear that?” Chase asked, perking up in his chair and listening hard.
Cameron was sitting on a hospital bed and she glanced in Chase’s direction as she pulled small specks of dust from the feathers of her right hand.
“What?” she said to him.
“Here.” Foreman nodded toward Chase and tossed a surgical tray towards him. It only made it halfway before it clattered to the floor.
“Nice.” Cameron frowned and scooted off the bed.
She reached for the tray when a distinct hello sounded. Cameron froze and looked to Foreman before looking to Chase. Standing and crossing to the doorway, Chase listened once more.
“Someone’s here,” he declared and stepped out into the hall.
Foreman hurried across the room as well, anxious as to who this person was. Chase and Foreman began down the hallway, knowing the voice had echoed from around the corner. Cameron left the hospital room and stared after them.
“Wait,” Cameron hissed. “House is over there. We’ll go the long way.”
Foreman turned quickly and gave Chase a shove. “Go.”
Chase turned on his heel and headed back towards Cameron. She quickly hurried in the opposite direction while the other two followed along down the dark hallway.
“Who do you think it is?” Cameron asked, leading them around a corner and down another long corridor.
“Hopefully not a kid because House would make them pee their pants,” Chase muttered.
“I can’t see a damn thing,” Foreman complained, blinking against the darkness. “Why did he have to bust all the lights anyway?”
“Because he’s crazy,” Chase replied as if it was obvious.
“Mind lighting up?” Foreman asked him.
“Oh, right.” The three candles of Chase’s right hand lit up.
Cameron shushed them and stopped at the corner. Cautiously, she peeked around the corner and looked down the hallway that led to the elevators. Eyebrows drawing together, Cameron identified the outline of a small figure. She guessed a woman.
“Who is it?” Foreman whispered.
Cameron stared a moment longer and then drew back around the corner. “I think... it might be Cuddy.”
“Who’s there?” the voice that had previously given a ‘hello’ called out.
“That’s definitely Cuddy,” Cameron corrected herself.
“Should we go help?” Chase asked, concerned.
“Not if House is anywhere near her,” Foreman said. “I’m not pissing him off.”
“He’s probably scared her half to death by now.” Cameron peeked around the corner again. “We should go.”
“Yeah, right,” Foreman told her. “We’ll have Chase lead the way with his hand on fire.”
“If anyone is here, I advise you to show yourself.” Cuddy spoke again.
“See?” Cameron looked at Foreman “She wants us to come out. I’ll go. I don’t have a flame hand or a clock on my face. I’m the least-”
“Sh,” Chase cut her off. “He’s talking to her.”
The three listened hard, able to hear only the low growl of House’s voice, but not his words. However, they could hear Cuddy quite clearly.
Cameron frowned. “She sounds terrified.”
“We have to help her,” Chase insisted.
“No,” Foreman whispered harshly.
“House is going to kill her,” Cameron replied, just as harshly in a whisper.
Foreman gave her a look of annoyance. “He wouldn’t kill her.”
“He’d scare her to death.” Chase went along with Cameron. “He’d give her a heart attack or stroke.”
“She’s running!” Cameron hissed. “Let’s go!”
As Cameron led the way for Chase and Foreman, they saw House pass across the hallway, going after Cuddy. The three picked up their paces and headed around the corner after them. House stopped suddenly and swirled around, his cloak fluttering.
“Put that out,” House growled in their direction. Chase obliged, the flames going out.
Foreman stopped Cameron and Chase from going on as House continued to approach Cuddy. Giving a glance to his fellow partners, Foreman set the pace much slower, not wanting to frighten Cuddy into thinking she was being ambushed.
“We should stop him,” Cameron whispered, stepping carefully as she followed Foreman.
“And how are you planning on doing that?” Foreman cocked an eyebrow.
“Light up again, Chase.” Cameron gave him a nudge.
Chase frowned in her direction. “Last time I kept them lit after he told me to put them out, he almost ripped my arm off.”
“Sh,” Foreman hissed, bringing all attention forward.
Foreman’s eyes were already on House as he stood in front of Cuddy. Cameron and Chase directed their eyes to the scene as well. A tense moment passed before Cuddy suddenly fell to the ground. Cameron hurried down the hallway.
“Is she okay?” Cameron went to move past House, her eyes on Cuddy.
“Stay away.” House growled and threw his arm out, blocking Cameron’s path.
Chase approached. “We have to make sure she’s okay.”
“I’ll take care of it.” House moved closer to Cuddy, a tugging inside of him, a reminder of his past.
“What are you going to do?” Cameron asked him cautiously, slightly fearful of what kind of answer he would give.
House bent down and picked Cuddy up in one quick motion as if she was a rag doll. “I’m putting her away.”
“Where?” Foreman demanded.
“In the storage closet on the other side of the floor.” House shoved past Cameron and Chase, and then made sure to give an extra hard push against Foreman. “And she’ll be left alone. We do as I say here.”
House, grunting slightly, continued down the hall with Cuddy. Cameron looked helplessly toward Chase before bringing her gaze forward and watching as House disappeared into the darkness with Cuddy in his arms.
Chapter Six.
Pairing: House/Cuddy
Chapter: 5/12
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own House M.D., nor the characters. I don't own Beauty and the Beast by Disney either. I make absolutely no money from this.
Summary: Complete AU. An adaptation of Disney's Beauty and the Beast. House is the Beast. Cuddy is Belle. Begins mid Season Three or so.
(Chapter One.)
(Chapter Two.)
(Chapter Three.)
(Chapter Four.)
The Other Side.
“Did you hear that?” Chase asked, perking up in his chair and listening hard.
Cameron was sitting on a hospital bed and she glanced in Chase’s direction as she pulled small specks of dust from the feathers of her right hand.
“What?” she said to him.
“Here.” Foreman nodded toward Chase and tossed a surgical tray towards him. It only made it halfway before it clattered to the floor.
“Nice.” Cameron frowned and scooted off the bed.
She reached for the tray when a distinct hello sounded. Cameron froze and looked to Foreman before looking to Chase. Standing and crossing to the doorway, Chase listened once more.
“Someone’s here,” he declared and stepped out into the hall.
Foreman hurried across the room as well, anxious as to who this person was. Chase and Foreman began down the hallway, knowing the voice had echoed from around the corner. Cameron left the hospital room and stared after them.
“Wait,” Cameron hissed. “House is over there. We’ll go the long way.”
Foreman turned quickly and gave Chase a shove. “Go.”
Chase turned on his heel and headed back towards Cameron. She quickly hurried in the opposite direction while the other two followed along down the dark hallway.
“Who do you think it is?” Cameron asked, leading them around a corner and down another long corridor.
“Hopefully not a kid because House would make them pee their pants,” Chase muttered.
“I can’t see a damn thing,” Foreman complained, blinking against the darkness. “Why did he have to bust all the lights anyway?”
“Because he’s crazy,” Chase replied as if it was obvious.
“Mind lighting up?” Foreman asked him.
“Oh, right.” The three candles of Chase’s right hand lit up.
Cameron shushed them and stopped at the corner. Cautiously, she peeked around the corner and looked down the hallway that led to the elevators. Eyebrows drawing together, Cameron identified the outline of a small figure. She guessed a woman.
“Who is it?” Foreman whispered.
Cameron stared a moment longer and then drew back around the corner. “I think... it might be Cuddy.”
“Who’s there?” the voice that had previously given a ‘hello’ called out.
“That’s definitely Cuddy,” Cameron corrected herself.
“Should we go help?” Chase asked, concerned.
“Not if House is anywhere near her,” Foreman said. “I’m not pissing him off.”
“He’s probably scared her half to death by now.” Cameron peeked around the corner again. “We should go.”
“Yeah, right,” Foreman told her. “We’ll have Chase lead the way with his hand on fire.”
“If anyone is here, I advise you to show yourself.” Cuddy spoke again.
“See?” Cameron looked at Foreman “She wants us to come out. I’ll go. I don’t have a flame hand or a clock on my face. I’m the least-”
“Sh,” Chase cut her off. “He’s talking to her.”
The three listened hard, able to hear only the low growl of House’s voice, but not his words. However, they could hear Cuddy quite clearly.
Cameron frowned. “She sounds terrified.”
“We have to help her,” Chase insisted.
“No,” Foreman whispered harshly.
“House is going to kill her,” Cameron replied, just as harshly in a whisper.
Foreman gave her a look of annoyance. “He wouldn’t kill her.”
“He’d scare her to death.” Chase went along with Cameron. “He’d give her a heart attack or stroke.”
“She’s running!” Cameron hissed. “Let’s go!”
As Cameron led the way for Chase and Foreman, they saw House pass across the hallway, going after Cuddy. The three picked up their paces and headed around the corner after them. House stopped suddenly and swirled around, his cloak fluttering.
“Put that out,” House growled in their direction. Chase obliged, the flames going out.
Foreman stopped Cameron and Chase from going on as House continued to approach Cuddy. Giving a glance to his fellow partners, Foreman set the pace much slower, not wanting to frighten Cuddy into thinking she was being ambushed.
“We should stop him,” Cameron whispered, stepping carefully as she followed Foreman.
“And how are you planning on doing that?” Foreman cocked an eyebrow.
“Light up again, Chase.” Cameron gave him a nudge.
Chase frowned in her direction. “Last time I kept them lit after he told me to put them out, he almost ripped my arm off.”
“Sh,” Foreman hissed, bringing all attention forward.
Foreman’s eyes were already on House as he stood in front of Cuddy. Cameron and Chase directed their eyes to the scene as well. A tense moment passed before Cuddy suddenly fell to the ground. Cameron hurried down the hallway.
“Is she okay?” Cameron went to move past House, her eyes on Cuddy.
“Stay away.” House growled and threw his arm out, blocking Cameron’s path.
Chase approached. “We have to make sure she’s okay.”
“I’ll take care of it.” House moved closer to Cuddy, a tugging inside of him, a reminder of his past.
“What are you going to do?” Cameron asked him cautiously, slightly fearful of what kind of answer he would give.
House bent down and picked Cuddy up in one quick motion as if she was a rag doll. “I’m putting her away.”
“Where?” Foreman demanded.
“In the storage closet on the other side of the floor.” House shoved past Cameron and Chase, and then made sure to give an extra hard push against Foreman. “And she’ll be left alone. We do as I say here.”
House, grunting slightly, continued down the hall with Cuddy. Cameron looked helplessly toward Chase before bringing her gaze forward and watching as House disappeared into the darkness with Cuddy in his arms.
Chapter Six.