Hi. My name is Blaine, and this is my very first fanfic. I'm not really sure how the system works, or how my story will look when I post it… or how to post it, actually. I suppose I'll figure it out eventually, in time. Hopefully. Anyway, I sort of threw this together in an hour, so sorry if it's short, not all that great, and for the lack of Belle or the Beast (whom I named Jean - pronounced zhon).

Reviews are welcome, and will let me know if I should continue this story. Constructive criticism is helpful as well, while any flaming will result in my hiring three very nasty Cuban hit-men to take you out. I do not have time to roll my eyes over some jerk's nasty comments.

That's all! Enjoy!

Chapter One

Human Again

I hurried along the passage to the room of my master's fiancée, trying to pull my blonde hair up while I ran. It wasn't easy. My blue eyes traveled along the walls and floors of the castle as I dashed along, savoring the sight of it from the eyes of a human, and from the height of one; it was difficult to see anything when one was a spoon, not that I was complaining. It would have been worse, I admitted to myself, if I had been turned into a shoe, like Jacques was. At least there was no one left to wear him.

Slowing as she reached the huge carved wooden doors, I took time to smooth my dress, pat my hair, and put any loose strands of it behind my ears. I raised my hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in," called out a melodious voice.

I entered the room, glancing around. It was well furnished with gold inlaid oak furniture, and the rich red carpet and curtains looked wonderful with it. A woman that was about her age was sitting in a chair reading a thick book. She was beautiful. Her hair was long, brown, and soft looking, her eyes were a lovely hazel, and her featured could rival the face of the enchantress that I had seen so long ago.

"Excuse me, Madame, but the master wishes to see you," I said.

"Thank you, but call me Belle," the woman said with a friendly smile.

"My thanks, and I am Sophie Lambert," I said.

"Nice to meet you, Sophie," Belle said. "Where is Jean? I haven't seen him for a while."

"The master is waiting for you in the lounge," I told her.

Belle hesitated.

"Do you want me to lead you there, M – Belle?" I asked.

"I think that would be safest. I spent most of my time in the library and outside, so I really don't have a clue where the lounge is," she said.

I smiled. She probably had a better bearing for where things were than I had when I was younger; it had taken me years just to find the way outside.

The lounge wasn't all that far from Belle's room, only two floors down and three corridors to the left. Considering the size of the castle, it was practically next door.

"It's so nice to see things with human eyes again," I said absently, looking around.

"Oh, were you enchanted?" Belle asked. "What as?"

I hesitated. "A spoon."

Belle laughed a lovely, musical laugh. I bet she could sing well. I couldn't hit a note if someone chucked it at me.

"How did you see things as a spoon?" she asked curiously.

"It's difficult to explain..." I began, trying to think of a good way to put it. "It's kind of like having your eyes closed, but being able to see things still, and almost, well, feel where they are."

"How facinating," Belle said, interested. I was relieved that she didn't think I was crazy. Well, crazier than I already was. She asked me a lot of questions about how it had been to be enchanted, and I answered them the best I could. It was hard to convey into words what things were like as a spoon.

"Were you one of the spoons at dinner my first night here?" Belle asked eventually.

"Yes, and let me tell you, that was the most exciting time we'd had in about ten years."

"Ten years?" Belle looked shocked. "That means Jean would have only been..."

"Eleven, yes," I finished for her when she trailed off in surprise.

"But that's horrible! How could the enchantress do that?" Belle looked angry.

I thought about it and said carefully, "The prince... wasn't nice. He's changed so drastically in the last year that I hardly recognize him, but he wasn't always like that." I paused, not sure that I should be the one telling these things to her about her fiancé. "Ask him about it," was the last thing I said as we walked.

Belle was silent then, but I was too busy enjoying my legs and arms to care. It was glorious to be human! I just couldn't think that enough.

Soon we reached the lounge, and I said goodbye and hurried to the kitchen, wanting to see my best friend, Angeline. We had known each other since before the curse, and been best friend practically from the time we were born. Angeline was a bit older than me, which made for many jokes about her age from me.

I wasn't watching where I was going, so I was startled when I ran headlong into something solid. I looked up quickly and my heart began acting strange.

Looking down at me was a handsome young man of about nineteen years. He had jet black hair that was a bit messy and flopped over his forehead, bottle green eyes in which I saw surprise, and nice teeth that showed when he smiled. I knew because he was smiling at me that moment, and I smiled back.

"Sophie," he said, "How are you?"

"Wonderful, now that I'm back to being human. How about you, Adrien? Happy you aren't an axe anymore?" I asked with a smile.

"Not especially. Life is rather adventurous when you have a large, sharp blade for a head," he said nonchalantly.

"Yes, I can see how that would have its allurements," I teased.

"It was exciting than being a spoon," he said, raising an eyebrow. "Did anyone eat off of you?"

"Thank heavens, no! How gross!" I thought about someone dipping my head in a bowl of vanilla, or perhaps salmon pudding and then sticking my head in their mouth. Eew.

"That would be disgusting, wouldn't it?" Adrien said with a grin.

"You're very irksome at times, did you know?" I asked innocently.

Adrien just smiled at me, and I felt my cheeks turning pink.

"It's good to see you again, Sophie," Adrien said.

"You too." I paused, not sure what to say. I hadn't really thought about what he would look like as a human again. "It's going to take me a while to get used to your human form," I said, taking a stab at getting the conversation flowing again. I blushed then as I eyed him; he was very handsome. I had not seen him as a human since ten years ago when the curse fell, when I was seven and he was nine. Why was I so flustered? We had been friends forever, as long as Angeline I had been.

Suddenly a bell rang, and I recognized the tone; I was being called. "I have to go, but maybe we can talk later," I said, not wanting to leave.

"Right. How about the library?" Adrien asked. He had remembered that I liked books, it seemed.

"I'll see you there." And with that I took off for the kitchen, thinking about how things were, and how much I liked them… especially now that I was human again.