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Published : 1 year ago (Sun, 06 Jul 2008 16:15:13 PDT)
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Title: Tale As Old As Time
Pairing: House/Cuddy
Chapter: 8/12
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 Beast Lets Belle Go.
“Who let her out?” House growled as he paced in his office with his team standing before him.
“Cameron,” Foreman answered, shooting a look to Cameron.
“Foreman picked the lock,” Cameron added quickly.
“But, it was all your idea,” Foreman replied.
Cameron gave Foreman a shove while House glowered at Cameron, but didn’t say anything. House turned from the three and blocked the rose from their view, his cape swishing behind him.
“This is your chance, you know,” Chase spoke up.
“Chase is right,” Foreman agreed. “The rose is wilting. You need to-”
“I don’t need to do anything,” House cut him off harshly.
“She’s the first to ever be here,” Cameron pointed out. “You have to try.”
“No, I don’t,” he called gruffly over his shoulder.
“Maybe you’ve given up, but we haven’t.” Foreman stepped closer to House. “There’s still time. Don’t you want to go back to who you were?”
House’s hands were placed on his desk. His voice was low, a slight growl in the undertone. “Was I really better then?”
Chase stepped forward as well. “I think-”
House spun suddenly. “Get out!”
“House,” Foreman tried to interject.
“Now!” House took a step toward the three, causing them to back up. “Get Out! Not another word! Out!”
Cuddy straightened at her spot in the corner of the storage closet. She clutched her knees closer to her, ignoring the throbbing still present from her earlier near death experience. There was a rattling and then a click before the door opened.
There was a soft glow that showed her it was the beast. He took a cautious step inside and set a candle down on the shelving unit next to the door. House looked to her.
“I brought you food.”
House offered her a tray containing a sandwich, fruit, and a bottle of water. Cuddy only stared up at him in response. House set the tray down on the floor in front of her.
“They’ve probably called the cops by now,” she said coldly.
“It’s Sunday,” House replied. “No one even knows you’re missing.”
“Oh.” Cuddy frowned. “Right.”
“I... also brought you this.” House reached into his shirt and pulled out a bound book. He extended it to her. “Thought it’d help pass the time.”
Cuddy took the book from him and looked it over, catching the title in the dim light. “Catcher in the Rye.”
“Yeah,” House agreed.
Hesitating slightly, Cuddy looked back up at him. “How long are you planning on keeping me here?”
House eyed her up and then nodded to the tray on the floor. “You should eat.”
Cuddy glanced at the tray as well. “I don’t want it.”
“Fine.” House turned and headed back out of the storage closet.
“Wait,” Cuddy called out.
House stopped in the doorway and faced her. “What?”
“What’s so special about the rose?” Cuddy asked him, looking him in the eye.
House waited a moment, debating an answer, but then he stepped back and shut the door. Cuddy looked to the candle and let out a sigh as the lock clicked back into place.
Cuddy read to pass the time, not knowing how long she was in the closet for. However, the candle didn’t last very long and she eventually found herself back in darkness. It was at that time when she decided to eat something. After all, her stomach was growling and she had nothing else to do.
Now, Cuddy was sitting on the floor, her back against the wall. Her head was bent toward the floor, her eyes closed. She was bordering between being awake and asleep. However, when the sharp click of the lock sliding caught her attention, she perked up.
The door whipped open and House stood there. He gave her a nod.
“Let’s go.”
“Where?” Cuddy demanded carefully, unsure of what he was planning on doing next.
“I’m letting you go,” he told her, stepping into the closet.
Cuddy stood to her feet. “You are?”
“Yes.” House stepped out of the closet. “Come on.”
House led the way down the hallway. Cuddy had to hurry to catch up to his quick pace and long stride. She could tell by the light making its way in through the small slits that it was Monday.
“Why?” Cuddy asked him, almost walking alongside of him. “What made you change your mind?”
“Your colleagues will miss you,” House replied, his voice dripping with disdain. “Now, hurry up.”
The beast took hold of her arm and practically pulled her off her feet as he turned around a corner. He brought her down a very short hallway to a single door that led to a stairwell.
With one push, the door popped open, causing light to flood into the hall. House pulled Cuddy toward the stairwell and practically tossed her through the doorway. Cuddy blinked against the bright light and took a step back as House swung the door shut.
Cuddy looked around the stairwell, her means of getting back into her normal life. And as she began down the stairs, she couldn’t help but feel an emptiness while the lingering echo of the slammed door remained as her only company.
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