Fic: Tale As Old As Time: Chapter Seven
Title: Tale As Old As Time
Pairing: House/Cuddy
Chapter: 7/12
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.)
The West Wing.
“I don’t understand this,” Cuddy said as she walked between Cameron and Chase, still trying to make sense of what they told her.
“Neither did we,” Chase replied and then frowned. “Actually, I still kind of don’t.”
“Who is this House... thing?” Cuddy asked them.
“You knew him,” Chase told her. “Well, he knew you. You knew each other. Before this happened. We all knew each other. But, then this happened and no one remembers who we were. We all remember you though.”
“Oh.” Cuddy stopped walking, her thoughts meshing quickly together. “Couldn’t I go? Couldn’t you let me?”
“Sorry.” Chase swiveled around, lighting Cuddy’s face. “Wouldn’t want House to get mad.”
Cuddy shook her head. “Why?”
Cameron took a step closer to her. “He has a temper.”
“It’s not pretty,” Chase added.
“I don’t think we should even be taking her anywhere.” Foreman spoke up as he stepped in beside Cuddy. “If he found out...”
“We’re just getting her some food and then taking her back.” Cameron frowned at Foreman. “He can’t get mad. She has to eat.”
“We can bring food to her.” Foreman indicated Cuddy.
“But, there’s so much to pick from.” Cameron shrugged.
“This is a terrible idea,” Foreman warned her. “Just because you think you’re charming, Cameron, it doesn’t mean you are.”
“I think you are,” Chase nudged Cameron and then gave her a smile.
Foreman let out an exasperated sigh. “If we’re taking her to eat, then let’s go and get back before House realizes she’s gone.”
Without another word Foreman led the way down the hall. Chase followed with the light and with Cameron at his side, smiling as she whispered in his ear. Cuddy watched them a moment before taking a few cautious steps backward.
Cuddy turned quickly and hurried back down the hall in the darkness. She didn’t know how long she had until they realized she was missing, so she decided she had to hurry in her pursuit to find a way out. A few slits of light emitted from a room on her left. She was able to make out the elevator just ahead.
However, Cuddy stopped suddenly when she noticed the next room on the left still had a door intact. A glass door. There was lettering on it, but it was too dark to read. Carefully, Cuddy pushed the door open and entered into the darkened office.
A soft pink glow caught her attention. Cuddy crossed slowly toward the desk that was being partly illuminated by the glow. As Cuddy approached the desk, she became transfixed by the source of the light, a single rose.
Her curiosity getting the best of her, Cuddy reached to touch the flower. A low growl made her freeze and, without warning, a rush of air blew past her and she was suddenly staring into the eyes of the beast, who had bent down to her level.
“What do you think you are doing?” House demanded, a hand placed out, shielding the rose. “Who let you out?”
“I-” Cuddy’s voice gave out.
“You shouldn’t be here!” House yelled and then indicated the rose. “This! Do you have any idea of what you could have done?”
“No, I-” Cuddy took a step back and then maneuvered around the desk. “Please, just let me go.”
House’s eyes followed her every movement, his anger still boiling. “You have no right to be in here!”
Cuddy backed away from House until her back pressed against a hard surface. She scooted along it until she felt a bump. She turned, placing her hand on it. It was a door handle. Cuddy tore at the fabric covering the door, pulling it down, and blinding House with light.
Squinting against the light as well, Cuddy pulled open the door as hard as she could and stepped out quickly. She was aware now that she was in an office and knew these particular offices had balconies. However, Cuddy was unaware that this one was damaged.
Letting out a scream, Cuddy felt one shoe slide across the broken concrete and then suddenly there was no ground beneath her. She scraped along the concrete, her clothes getting dirty and torn. In desperation, Cuddy reached for anything she could hold onto, but knew she would be falling four stories.
It was then that a large, warm hand slipped around her own, stopping her as her arm was yanked harshly. Cuddy dangled four stories from the ground and peered up to see, in the dawn of the morning, the full appearance of this beast.
His face was large, the fur matted. Scars were visible where fur was missing and his mouth was large and wide, revealing a set of sharp teeth covered in saliva. Cuddy almost wanted him to let her go, but then her eyes met his. Those blue eyes. And it was those eyes that made her reach for him with her other hand.
Quite easily, House pulled Cuddy back into his office. He hastily pushed her inside and shut the door. Cuddy went to checking herself and her clothes out, making sure she was all right. House covered the door with fabric, blocking out the light once more.
When he had finished, his eyes scanned for Cuddy, who was apprehensively pressed against his desk. He stepped closer to her.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” House snarled. “That is one of the stupidest things I’ve ever seen in my life! You could have been killed!”
House moved past the desk, breathing heavily, trying to distinguish if it was anger or fear that was plaguing him. If she had fallen, he didn’t know what he would have done. Cuddy watched his outline pace.
“Walking blindly out onto balconies!” House gave a glance in her direction. “I should have just let you fall! I should have never-”
“Thank you,” Cuddy spoke up, interrupting him without an ounce of fear in her.
House stopped his pacing and stared at Cuddy, his eyebrows drawing together. He paused, unsure of how to respond. Just as that moment was there, it vanished as he approached her.
“It won’t happen again,” House said evenly, coldly.
Without giving her time to respond, House snatched her arm with his hand and pulled her from the room. Cuddy thought of fighting him, but decided against it. After all, she knew he was much stronger than she was.
“You can’t keep me here,” Cuddy told him.
“I can do whatever I want,” House snapped.
House pulled her in front of him and placed is hands on her shoulders, steering her in the direction to the storage closet. Cuddy, again, let him.
Cuddy gave a glance to the paw on her should. “People will be looking for me.”
“No.” House stopped in front of the storage closet and shoved Cuddy in. “They won’t.”
With that, House slammed the door, leaving Cuddy in darkness. There was a click as the door was locked and Cuddy knew she was alone.
Chapter Eight.
Pairing: House/Cuddy
Chapter: 7/12
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.)
The West Wing.
“I don’t understand this,” Cuddy said as she walked between Cameron and Chase, still trying to make sense of what they told her.
“Neither did we,” Chase replied and then frowned. “Actually, I still kind of don’t.”
“Who is this House... thing?” Cuddy asked them.
“You knew him,” Chase told her. “Well, he knew you. You knew each other. Before this happened. We all knew each other. But, then this happened and no one remembers who we were. We all remember you though.”
“Oh.” Cuddy stopped walking, her thoughts meshing quickly together. “Couldn’t I go? Couldn’t you let me?”
“Sorry.” Chase swiveled around, lighting Cuddy’s face. “Wouldn’t want House to get mad.”
Cuddy shook her head. “Why?”
Cameron took a step closer to her. “He has a temper.”
“It’s not pretty,” Chase added.
“I don’t think we should even be taking her anywhere.” Foreman spoke up as he stepped in beside Cuddy. “If he found out...”
“We’re just getting her some food and then taking her back.” Cameron frowned at Foreman. “He can’t get mad. She has to eat.”
“We can bring food to her.” Foreman indicated Cuddy.
“But, there’s so much to pick from.” Cameron shrugged.
“This is a terrible idea,” Foreman warned her. “Just because you think you’re charming, Cameron, it doesn’t mean you are.”
“I think you are,” Chase nudged Cameron and then gave her a smile.
Foreman let out an exasperated sigh. “If we’re taking her to eat, then let’s go and get back before House realizes she’s gone.”
Without another word Foreman led the way down the hall. Chase followed with the light and with Cameron at his side, smiling as she whispered in his ear. Cuddy watched them a moment before taking a few cautious steps backward.
Cuddy turned quickly and hurried back down the hall in the darkness. She didn’t know how long she had until they realized she was missing, so she decided she had to hurry in her pursuit to find a way out. A few slits of light emitted from a room on her left. She was able to make out the elevator just ahead.
However, Cuddy stopped suddenly when she noticed the next room on the left still had a door intact. A glass door. There was lettering on it, but it was too dark to read. Carefully, Cuddy pushed the door open and entered into the darkened office.
A soft pink glow caught her attention. Cuddy crossed slowly toward the desk that was being partly illuminated by the glow. As Cuddy approached the desk, she became transfixed by the source of the light, a single rose.
Her curiosity getting the best of her, Cuddy reached to touch the flower. A low growl made her freeze and, without warning, a rush of air blew past her and she was suddenly staring into the eyes of the beast, who had bent down to her level.
“What do you think you are doing?” House demanded, a hand placed out, shielding the rose. “Who let you out?”
“I-” Cuddy’s voice gave out.
“You shouldn’t be here!” House yelled and then indicated the rose. “This! Do you have any idea of what you could have done?”
“No, I-” Cuddy took a step back and then maneuvered around the desk. “Please, just let me go.”
House’s eyes followed her every movement, his anger still boiling. “You have no right to be in here!”
Cuddy backed away from House until her back pressed against a hard surface. She scooted along it until she felt a bump. She turned, placing her hand on it. It was a door handle. Cuddy tore at the fabric covering the door, pulling it down, and blinding House with light.
Squinting against the light as well, Cuddy pulled open the door as hard as she could and stepped out quickly. She was aware now that she was in an office and knew these particular offices had balconies. However, Cuddy was unaware that this one was damaged.
Letting out a scream, Cuddy felt one shoe slide across the broken concrete and then suddenly there was no ground beneath her. She scraped along the concrete, her clothes getting dirty and torn. In desperation, Cuddy reached for anything she could hold onto, but knew she would be falling four stories.
It was then that a large, warm hand slipped around her own, stopping her as her arm was yanked harshly. Cuddy dangled four stories from the ground and peered up to see, in the dawn of the morning, the full appearance of this beast.
His face was large, the fur matted. Scars were visible where fur was missing and his mouth was large and wide, revealing a set of sharp teeth covered in saliva. Cuddy almost wanted him to let her go, but then her eyes met his. Those blue eyes. And it was those eyes that made her reach for him with her other hand.
Quite easily, House pulled Cuddy back into his office. He hastily pushed her inside and shut the door. Cuddy went to checking herself and her clothes out, making sure she was all right. House covered the door with fabric, blocking out the light once more.
When he had finished, his eyes scanned for Cuddy, who was apprehensively pressed against his desk. He stepped closer to her.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” House snarled. “That is one of the stupidest things I’ve ever seen in my life! You could have been killed!”
House moved past the desk, breathing heavily, trying to distinguish if it was anger or fear that was plaguing him. If she had fallen, he didn’t know what he would have done. Cuddy watched his outline pace.
“Walking blindly out onto balconies!” House gave a glance in her direction. “I should have just let you fall! I should have never-”
“Thank you,” Cuddy spoke up, interrupting him without an ounce of fear in her.
House stopped his pacing and stared at Cuddy, his eyebrows drawing together. He paused, unsure of how to respond. Just as that moment was there, it vanished as he approached her.
“It won’t happen again,” House said evenly, coldly.
Without giving her time to respond, House snatched her arm with his hand and pulled her from the room. Cuddy thought of fighting him, but decided against it. After all, she knew he was much stronger than she was.
“You can’t keep me here,” Cuddy told him.
“I can do whatever I want,” House snapped.
House pulled her in front of him and placed is hands on her shoulders, steering her in the direction to the storage closet. Cuddy, again, let him.
Cuddy gave a glance to the paw on her should. “People will be looking for me.”
“No.” House stopped in front of the storage closet and shoved Cuddy in. “They won’t.”
With that, House slammed the door, leaving Cuddy in darkness. There was a click as the door was locked and Cuddy knew she was alone.
Chapter Eight.