Fic: Tale As Old As Time: Chapter Six
Title: Tale As Old As Time
Pairing: House/Cuddy
Chapter: 6/12
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.
(Start from the beginning.)
Be Our Guest.
“We have to do something.” Cameron looked from Chase to Foreman as they stood down the hall and around the corner from the storage closet.
“And go against House?” Foreman raised an eyebrow. “Cameron-”
“No, we have to,” Cameron insisted. “Don’t you want to be normal again?”
Foreman frowned. “Of course I do, but House said-”
“Since when have you really cared about what House has to say?” Chase asked him, slightly confused.
“Since, oh, I don’t know, he developed claws and fangs,” Foreman answered, looking to Chase.
“You’re the one who said we need to get someone up here,” Cameron poked him with her feathers. “Now that Cuddy is, you want to forget that plan?” Cameron leaned closer to him. “Scared, Foreman?”
Foreman studied her a moment. “Fine. We’ll go. But, it was your idea.”
“Fine.” Cameron replied simply and led the way to the storage closet.
Foreman shook his head and followed after her. Chase lit his candles and glanced around, watching for any sign of House. Cameron stopped at the closed storage closet door. She placed her hand on the wood, feeling the deep scratch marks from one of House’s tantrums.
Cameron knocked softly while Chase scanned the area with his light in order to make sure they were without House. Foreman stood back, arms folded across his chest, watching.
“He-hello?” a shaken voice asked from the other side of the door.
“Hi,” Cameron said softly. “We’ll open the door in a minute.” Cameron turned to Foreman. “Pick the lock.”
Foreman narrowed his eyes at her before crossing to the door and bending down to the doorknob. He looked to his left. “Hey, Chase, gimme some light.”
Chase hurried to Foreman’s side and dropped his hand down, allowing Foreman to get a better look. Foreman pulled a pin from his undershirt and busily set to work.
“Who’s out there?” Cuddy’s worried voice called out.
“Hold on, okay?” Cameron replied. “We’re picking the lock.”
Foreman gave Cameron an annoyed glance before looking back at the doorknob and hearing it click. He stood up as Cameron pushed him out of the way and opened the door with her left hand. She stepped in first, followed by Chase, who added a glow to the room. Foreman remained in the hallway, wanting to be on the lookout.
Cuddy was sitting on the floor in the cramped storage closet. She stood to her feet and backed against the wall when Cameron and Chase entered.
“Who are you?” Cuddy demanded. “What do you want?”
“We...” Cameron looked to Chase and then back at Cuddy. “My name is Allison. And this Robert.”
“Also known as Cameron and Chase,” Foreman added in from the hallway. “One’s part bird, one’s part wax.”
“And that would be Foreman,” Cameron shot him a biting look. “Part asshole.”
Cuddy gained some ground and demanded, “But, what are you doing here? And who was that... man in the costume? What is going on here?”
Chase raised his eyebrows. “Oh, that wasn’t a costume.”
Cuddy frowned in her confusion, while Cameron jabbed Chase in the side with her elbow. Cameron took a step closer to her.
“Maybe you should sit down,” she suggested.
“No.” Cuddy shook her head. “Let me out of here. I’m calling the police.”
“We can’t let you do that.” Chase stepped in her way as she tried to move past him.
Cuddy stared curiously at the candelabrum, stopping in her tracks. She glanced over at Cameron and stared down at the bunch feathers where a hand was suppose to be. Eyebrows drawn, Cuddy looked up at Cameron.
“What happened to your hand?” Cuddy asked.
“Oh, this, right.” Cameron whisked her hand behind her back. “Funny story.”
“This... this is a joke.” Cuddy looked past the two and toward Foreman, who didn’t hold her eye contact. Cuddy took a step back. “I’m in... am I... is this a joke?”
“No,” Cameron told her as gently as she could.
“Is that your hand?” Cuddy’s voice hit an octave higher as she grabbed the candelabrum. “No. It’s a trick. Your hand is in the base.”
“Ow.” Chase winced as Cuddy gave his hand a hard tug.
Cuddy let go of him quickly, her eyes widening. She looked back at Foreman. “And you. That’s a trick, right? The moving mustache. This is some...” Cuddy glanced between Cameron and Chase. “This is not funny. Whoever set you up-”
“No one set us up,” Cameron cut in. “We’ve been stuck here like this for over four years.”
“Four years?” Cuddy repeated and ran her hand through her hair, her thoughts racing. “Four years... That’s... That’s when this floor began to undergo construction-”
“No construction,” Chase stopped her. “A spell. Everyone thinks this has been under construction. Those workers? All fake. Some woman who must have really hated House did this.”
“House?” Cuddy pulled herself out of her own thoughts and brought her full attention to Chase, that name sounding so familiar.
“The beast animal thing,” Chase clarified.
“Tall and hairy,” Cameron added.
Cuddy let out a whoosh of air. “That thing is... human?”
“Not exactly,” Cameron replied.
“Are you hungry?” Chase suddenly asked, changing the subject as his own stomach grumbled.
“Um.” Cuddy was caught off guard for a moment. “No, I... yes. I am.”
“Come on.” Cameron began toward the door. “We’ll take you to our dining area.” She glanced back at Cuddy. “It’s not that nice, but it works.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Foreman said, shaking his head. “House said to leave her alone. I don’t think he’d appreciate us taking her to lunch.”
“Lighten up,” Chase told him, waving his hand of flames in Foreman’s face. “We never have company.”
Foreman watched as Cameron and Chase led Cuddy down the hallway. He shook his head and followed after them. He had a feeling this was not a very good idea. Not a very good idea at all.
Chapter Seven.
Pairing: House/Cuddy
Chapter: 6/12
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.
(Start from the beginning.)
Be Our Guest.
“We have to do something.” Cameron looked from Chase to Foreman as they stood down the hall and around the corner from the storage closet.
“And go against House?” Foreman raised an eyebrow. “Cameron-”
“No, we have to,” Cameron insisted. “Don’t you want to be normal again?”
Foreman frowned. “Of course I do, but House said-”
“Since when have you really cared about what House has to say?” Chase asked him, slightly confused.
“Since, oh, I don’t know, he developed claws and fangs,” Foreman answered, looking to Chase.
“You’re the one who said we need to get someone up here,” Cameron poked him with her feathers. “Now that Cuddy is, you want to forget that plan?” Cameron leaned closer to him. “Scared, Foreman?”
Foreman studied her a moment. “Fine. We’ll go. But, it was your idea.”
“Fine.” Cameron replied simply and led the way to the storage closet.
Foreman shook his head and followed after her. Chase lit his candles and glanced around, watching for any sign of House. Cameron stopped at the closed storage closet door. She placed her hand on the wood, feeling the deep scratch marks from one of House’s tantrums.
Cameron knocked softly while Chase scanned the area with his light in order to make sure they were without House. Foreman stood back, arms folded across his chest, watching.
“He-hello?” a shaken voice asked from the other side of the door.
“Hi,” Cameron said softly. “We’ll open the door in a minute.” Cameron turned to Foreman. “Pick the lock.”
Foreman narrowed his eyes at her before crossing to the door and bending down to the doorknob. He looked to his left. “Hey, Chase, gimme some light.”
Chase hurried to Foreman’s side and dropped his hand down, allowing Foreman to get a better look. Foreman pulled a pin from his undershirt and busily set to work.
“Who’s out there?” Cuddy’s worried voice called out.
“Hold on, okay?” Cameron replied. “We’re picking the lock.”
Foreman gave Cameron an annoyed glance before looking back at the doorknob and hearing it click. He stood up as Cameron pushed him out of the way and opened the door with her left hand. She stepped in first, followed by Chase, who added a glow to the room. Foreman remained in the hallway, wanting to be on the lookout.
Cuddy was sitting on the floor in the cramped storage closet. She stood to her feet and backed against the wall when Cameron and Chase entered.
“Who are you?” Cuddy demanded. “What do you want?”
“We...” Cameron looked to Chase and then back at Cuddy. “My name is Allison. And this Robert.”
“Also known as Cameron and Chase,” Foreman added in from the hallway. “One’s part bird, one’s part wax.”
“And that would be Foreman,” Cameron shot him a biting look. “Part asshole.”
Cuddy gained some ground and demanded, “But, what are you doing here? And who was that... man in the costume? What is going on here?”
Chase raised his eyebrows. “Oh, that wasn’t a costume.”
Cuddy frowned in her confusion, while Cameron jabbed Chase in the side with her elbow. Cameron took a step closer to her.
“Maybe you should sit down,” she suggested.
“No.” Cuddy shook her head. “Let me out of here. I’m calling the police.”
“We can’t let you do that.” Chase stepped in her way as she tried to move past him.
Cuddy stared curiously at the candelabrum, stopping in her tracks. She glanced over at Cameron and stared down at the bunch feathers where a hand was suppose to be. Eyebrows drawn, Cuddy looked up at Cameron.
“What happened to your hand?” Cuddy asked.
“Oh, this, right.” Cameron whisked her hand behind her back. “Funny story.”
“This... this is a joke.” Cuddy looked past the two and toward Foreman, who didn’t hold her eye contact. Cuddy took a step back. “I’m in... am I... is this a joke?”
“No,” Cameron told her as gently as she could.
“Is that your hand?” Cuddy’s voice hit an octave higher as she grabbed the candelabrum. “No. It’s a trick. Your hand is in the base.”
“Ow.” Chase winced as Cuddy gave his hand a hard tug.
Cuddy let go of him quickly, her eyes widening. She looked back at Foreman. “And you. That’s a trick, right? The moving mustache. This is some...” Cuddy glanced between Cameron and Chase. “This is not funny. Whoever set you up-”
“No one set us up,” Cameron cut in. “We’ve been stuck here like this for over four years.”
“Four years?” Cuddy repeated and ran her hand through her hair, her thoughts racing. “Four years... That’s... That’s when this floor began to undergo construction-”
“No construction,” Chase stopped her. “A spell. Everyone thinks this has been under construction. Those workers? All fake. Some woman who must have really hated House did this.”
“House?” Cuddy pulled herself out of her own thoughts and brought her full attention to Chase, that name sounding so familiar.
“The beast animal thing,” Chase clarified.
“Tall and hairy,” Cameron added.
Cuddy let out a whoosh of air. “That thing is... human?”
“Not exactly,” Cameron replied.
“Are you hungry?” Chase suddenly asked, changing the subject as his own stomach grumbled.
“Um.” Cuddy was caught off guard for a moment. “No, I... yes. I am.”
“Come on.” Cameron began toward the door. “We’ll take you to our dining area.” She glanced back at Cuddy. “It’s not that nice, but it works.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Foreman said, shaking his head. “House said to leave her alone. I don’t think he’d appreciate us taking her to lunch.”
“Lighten up,” Chase told him, waving his hand of flames in Foreman’s face. “We never have company.”
Foreman watched as Cameron and Chase led Cuddy down the hallway. He shook his head and followed after them. He had a feeling this was not a very good idea. Not a very good idea at all.
Chapter Seven.