Intoxicated

Rated R

Chapter I: Candy Land

Author's note: Okay I'm not sure how well received this story will be, but I'm going to try it anyway. Yeah it's improbable and all that but so was Blood On The Bracelet and Our Solemn Hour. Ultimately it will be a Huddy, but there will be femme slash. Other than that, please enjoy. Reviews are my bread and butter!

When she woke up, there was water dripping on her forehead. She didn't know where she was or how she had even gotten there, but at least she was alive. Cuddy sat up slowly and blinked her eyes. The room she was in was almost pitch black. There was a halogen lantern hanging from the ceiling, giving the room an eerie orange glow to it. The space was small, but she could detect a sliding door in front of her. It was almost as if she was in a Japanese tea room, with no tatami or table, just a dirt floor. It made some sort of sense, she was in Japan after all, but why keep her in a cubicle? That's when she remembered she had been with Cameron.

"CAMERON!" She shouted, but even her voice sounded alien to her own ears. She didn't like how the sound reverberated off of the walls and back into her brain to process. "Cameron." That time her voice came out softer, almost as if she was testing to see if that was what she really sounded like. When she didn't get an answer she crawled over to the door and tried to slide it open. It was a no go.

"Shit." She said and then pushed herself up against the back wall. The only clothes she was wearing were a pair of panties and the white tank top she had been wearing under her blouse. She wasn't cold in there though, in fact it was quite humid. It was summer in Japan, that's why her and Cameron had decided to make a girls only trip of it. They had planned to stay in a cottage on a secluded beach on an island called Izu. Their tour guide, Tomoko, had led them astray and apparently drugged them and taken their money. Cuddy supposed that's the lesson she had learned by randomly grabbing a name for a tour guide from an uncertified website. She had done that because it was cheap, she really should have listened to House on that one.

Without warning there was a banging behind her head. This caused her to nearly jump out of her skin. Who would be banging on the wall? Why would they be trying to get her attention? She scrambled away from the wall and then turned and looked at it nonplussed. There was another knock, twice in rapid succession. With a shrug she knocked back twice. There was silence that followed, and then the knocking turned into the all to familiar sound of an SOS. After that it stopped and Cuddy realized whoever was on the other side of the wall was in the same predicament that she was. She tapped back her own SOS, signaling that she wasn't there of her own accord.

That's when the tapping stopped. She sighed loudly. Obviously whoever was in the room behind her realized that they weren't going to get any help and had stopped tapping. Just when she was thinking of curling up on the dirt floor to go to sleep, the door unlocked and slid open. She looked up only to have two guys grab her, two large guys. Even before she could scream, the first guy had her within his grasp. "What are you doing? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" She screamed, kicking her legs as much as possible. The guy who wasn't holding her took out an alcohol swab and started to wipe at an area in the crease of her arm, where anyone would expect something to be injected. Then he produced a needle.

"NO! PLEASE!" She screamed, not knowing what was in the needle. For a brief moment her brain tried to reassure her that at least he was cleaning her arm with an alcohol swab, but that thought was fleeting. She struggled to the very end though, and whatever was in the syringe was injected into her arm. Then she was tossed back into the room and the door was slid shut. She fell to the ground and got dirt in her mouth. Before she could spit the offending mass out her whole body got warm and tingly. She blinked a few times and tried to get to her feet, then found that it was impossible. It took all of her strength just to get into the middle of the small cell and that's where she curled up.

The only feeling she could compare this to was the time she had broken her tibia ice skating and they had given her a demorol drip. The euphoria that had over taken her was immeasurable. Unknowingly, she started to laugh. A deep guttural laugh, and she didn't know how she was even finding the strength. She rolled over onto her back and looked up at the halogen lantern. It swayed back and fourth almost comically slow. Her eyelids fluttered and she felt so warm, so floaty, she didn't ever want this feeling to go away.

* * *

Cameron had woken up in much the same predicament, except when she heard movement on the other side of the wall she launched into action. She couldn't know that she had been tapping into Cuddy's room, but when she heard the SOS back she knew that there wasn't going to be help coming any time soon. The room was lit with a halogen lantern and it was distorting shadows and really creeping her out. She sat there exasperated, drawing lines in the dirt floor with her fingers. Calmly, the sliding door to her side opened. Her head turned to see who it was, then the door shut again as a very skinny young woman came in. She was holding a black case in a shaky hand. There was dirt under what little fingernails she had, and her hair was matted and dirty.

"You can do this the easy way or hard way." The woman spoke with an accent that Cameron did not recognize. She didn't want to have to do something the hard way but that, of course, depended on what the woman was suggesting that she do. "I suggest the easy way."

"What are you talking about?"

"SHH! They can't know I'm in here." The woman snapped at her. With very shaky hands she unzipped the black case. Out of it she produced a tourniquet and a needle filled with an unknown substance. "You do this, on your own, they treat you very nicer."

"Do what?"

"This." The woman took a dumfounded Cameron's arm and wrapped the rubber tourniquet around her upper left one. Surprisingly Cameron only decided to stop her when her when the tip of the needle touched the vein in her arm.

"HEY! HEY! HEY!"

"Trust me!" The woman hissed and as Cameron was trying to stop her the needle went in and whatever was in it shot into her arm. All of this happened very quickly and because she was tired and dehydrated her motor skills weren't as quick as she wanted them to be. "When they come, you tell them you did this." The woman said, leaving the needle and tourniquet.

"When who--woooo." Cameron couldn't even finish the thought. Almost instantly she passed out from the drug. She wouldn't wake up until feeding time that night.

* * *

Time passed in Cuddy's cell, she wasn't sure how much but as soon as she was thinking about food, the door slid open and a tray was pushed inside. All that was on it was a bowl of brown rice and a bottle of water. By that point her mouth was like a field of cotton and so she drank down almost half of it greedily. When she was done with that her very calm and steady hands picked up the plastic spoon so she could eat the rice. Whatever drug they had given her was still in her system but it was on it's way out, she could tell. The euphoria she had felt at the onset was drifting away and she was starting to get a headache.

She didn't know what they had given her, and in a way she didn't want to know. As she ate she wondered if the drugs was a one time thing or if they were going to do it over and over. She didn't know what kind of purpose that would serve, but at that point she welcomed the drugs. If she was going to be trapped in a dirt cell for God only knew how long, then maybe it was better if she was riding the narcotic train. Before she even realized it, she was at the bottom of the bowl of rice. She picked up the dish and licked it clean and then set it back on the tray. Her stomach wasn't completely full, but it had something in it and that was a start.

She inched her way to the back wall and curled up next to it. Time kept on slipping away, but she was unable to measure it. All she knew was that her body was aching for another fix. She sat there, looking at her hands for an undetermined amount of time, when the door slid open. There was a woman standing there in a nice business suit. Cuddy assumed the woman was Japanese only because she was definitely of Asian decent.

"Up." The woman commanded. Cuddy blinked a few times and slowly got to her feet. The drug, as weak as it was now, caused her to be slow and sway back and fourth once she was upright. "You want to get out of here?"

"Yes please." She said stupidly. "Where's Cameron?"

"Who?" The woman replied, coming into the cell. She grabbed Cuddy's arm and pulled her out into the hallway. They seemed to be in some derelict building somewhere. The hall was long and had many sliding doors on it, all of them locked. Cuddy wanted to see Cameron but it was obvious that the woman didn't know the real names of the people she had captured. That's when Cuddy saw the gun in the holster around the small woman's waist.

"The girl I was brought in with." Cuddy clarified.

"You'll see her again." The woman said, "Get moving." She shoved Cuddy forward and slowly she started to walk. When they reached the end of the hall, there was a door. Getting there first, Cuddy tried to open it, only to find that it was locked. She felt sort of stupid for thinking that it wouldn't be, and so she looked back at the woman sheepishly.

"Where are we going?" Cuddy asked softly. The woman pulled her gun and a set of keys. She unlocked the door and then grabbed Cuddy's arm, placing the gun to her neck.

"To the main house, and God help you if you run." The woman said as the door opened. The two of them stepped outside into the bright sun. Cuddy was still barefoot but now she was on grass, and it was much nicer than the dirt that had been underfoot previously. Maybe if Cuddy didn't know they were on an island, she would have run, or maybe it was just the sedative in her system. In any case, all she really wanted to do was take a shower and then curl up in a bed and sleep.

They started to walk uphill, the woman didn't move the gun from Cuddy's neck for even the smallest moment. As they made their way to the top, Cuddy could see a very large house come into view. It was shaped modernly but still had some eastern flair to it. Cuddy found herself hoping that this was the house she was now going to home. She did not want to be back in that tiny cell for a moment, and she was willing to do just about anything to make sure of that.

"You will get a shower and be shown to your bed." The woman said as they entered the house. Two large men greeted them, the same large men who had held her down and injected her before. The woman said something to them in Japanese and the taller man grabbed Cuddy's arm. "These men will take you to the bathroom. No funny business." Not knowing what else to do. Cuddy went with the men, at least she was going to get to shower.

* * *

When Cameron woke up, there was food in her cell. Near by lay the tourniquet and empty needle. She was still buzzing from whatever drug they had given her, but like Cuddy, it was on the way out of her system. She picked up the bottle of water on the tray and took in a few gulps. Her mouth was dry and her head was spinning, but she was hungry and her stomach was practically screaming for food. She picked up the bowl and the spoon and started to eat.

After she was done she laid down, with the intent of letting the food settle in her stomach. The next thing she knew, the door was opening. It was hard for her to gauge how much time had passed, the drug in her system was doing something wiggy to the time center of her brain. A woman was standing there, the same woman that had gotten Cuddy, but of course Cameron didn't know this. Without even being asked, Cameron scrambled to her feet and ran at the woman, her only instinct was to attack the lady and get the hell out of there.

As soon as she got close enough to land the first blow, the woman sidestepped her easily, grabber her wrist, and used her momentum against her, flipping her onto her back. Cameron couldn't even cry out, all of the air was instantly knocked out of her lungs. "When I let you up, are you going to try that again?" The woman asked. Tears were filling Cameron's eyes, mostly because she was struggling to get her breath back, but also from terror. The drug had made her very vulnerable. She couldn't believe she had left such an opening for a counter attack. She paid for kickboxing classes twice a week and yet she was taken down by a woman who couldn't have been more than five feet tall.

"No." Cameron finally breathed. The woman reached down and grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her to her feet. "Who are you?" She asked after taking in a few deep breaths. She had the wind knocked out of her before, especially when she was first learning self defense and had sparring partners. She had gotten a lot better though, and that was why she was scared. If this woman was better than her, then there was no escape. Her head was now swimming from all of the quick movements and the residual drug.

"You will call me 'Madam' is that clear?" The woman now known as Madam said. Cameron nodded her head and that was when Madam pulled a gun. Cameron let out a little squeak of surprise and then winced when it was jammed into her neck. "Tell me if you are going to be stupid again and I can just shoot you now. I don't have time for girls who are stupid."

"No, I'll obey." Cameron said, using her dirt caked hands to wipe the tears from her eyes before they could fall. She wasn't going to let Madam see her weak spot, even for one second.

"Good, then lets go." Madam said. She led Cameron out of the building and to the house, not once removing the gun from her neck. The trip was made in silence because Cameron was trying to get her bearings. The farthest thing away from her thoughts was Cuddy, only because she was now desperate to think of an escape route. It barely registered that she was still on an island, with no where to go even if she reached the coast.

"Where's Cuddy?" She asked as they entered the house.

"The woman you were brought in with? You will see her soon." Madam said. They were greeted by the same two men that had taken Cuddy to go get cleaned up. Madam said something to one of the men in Japanese, at least that's what language Cameron was guessing it was. The taller of the men grabbed her and restrained her against his body.

"HEY! LET ME GO!" Cameron shrieked and started to kick, but no matter how hard she struggled, she was not released. That's when she saw the needle coming straight to her arm. She screamed again, "DON'T! PLEASE!"

"Nicolette said you didn't resist her when she came in earlier." Madam said, "not the first time she has lied though." Cameron had scrambled then, to collect her thoughts. Nicolette had obviously been trying to help her, make it seem like she was compliant. If she continued to fight, Nicolette might get in trouble. Part of her didn't care if this random woman she had never met got punished, but she obviously didn't want to make waves in a place where she obviously needed a friend. Biting her bottom lip, she stopped struggling.

"I did, but I did not know what was in the needle. Can you tell me what you are giving me?" Cameron asked with a voice that was shakier than she wanted it to be. She didn't want to take some random drug from what was probably a dirty needle, but she had to think of her future there and making friends. She now knew that she was a part of something that she couldn't control.

"Heroine." Madam said and at hearing that, Cameron wanted to scream. She couldn't believe that she had already been dosed with heroine once, and now she was about to willingly let it be injected into her arm. No matter though, it would make her pass out and she could worry about some sort of escape plan when she woke up. Cameron cleared her throat and held out her trembling arm.

"Very good." Madam said and then snapped her fingers. The needle was stuck into a vein and the plunger was pressed. A warm sensation spread through Cameron's body and she felt her muscles go limp. She did not pass out, however, and when the man let her go, she was able to stand wearily on her own two feet. She didn't know why she didn't pass out, but now she felt all warm and tingly. Madam said something in Japanese again and Cameron was pulled towards the stairs. Hopefully now she would get to shower.

* * *

After she was done showering in the large, lavish bathroom, Cuddy grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. Her clothes were dirty and she didn't want to put them back on, that would defeat the purpose of taking a shower. She opened the door and looked out in the hallway. The man, who in her mind, was "Big Man One" was sitting in a chair reading a Japanese newspaper. She looked at him wondering if he knew any English. "Ready?" He asked in a deep voice, heavy on the accent.

"Yes." She said defeatedly. Her head was now pounding and because of this she was sure that the drug was almost completely out of her system. Big Man One stood up and walked over to her. He also had a gun in a holster, and seeing as how he didn't speak English very well, Cuddy knew not to do anything stupid. She would have to remain complacent because there was no explaining her way out of trouble if she pissed him off. "What's your name?"

"No important." He replied and she guessed that it was a standard response. She was willing to bet her tenure that he had no idea what she had just asked him. With a loud sigh she followed him down the hall and down the stairs. She didn't know where she was being taken, and all she could think about was getting more of whatever drug she had been given. It was not a good thought process to have, but if there truly was no escape, what harm would it be to feel a little euphoric?

"Where are we going?" She then asked, forgetting that he couldn't speak English. Her thoughts were all jumbled together and her head was spinning. Mostly she felt like throwing up and passing out, but that wouldn't do her any good. Big Man One did not answer her. Soon they were met with a large metal door with three locks on the outside. He stopped her there and pressed a code into a pad by the door, she hadn't even noticed that upon her approach. After he was done, he unlocked the door with three different keys and opened it up. She was now met with a set of stairs that probably led into a basement.

"Girls show you what to do." Big Man One said and gave Cuddy a nudge forward. She took the hint and started to descend the stairs. Once she was at the bottom she saw a huge room with about ten cots set out. There were only three other girls in there though. Two were asleep and one was pacing back and fourth restlessly as she bit her nails.

"Is it possible to get some clothes?" Was the first thing Cuddy asked, more concerned about covering her body than anything else at that point. The pacing girl pointed to a small cot in the corner and then went back to pacing and biting. Cuddy swallowed hard and went to the bed. Sure enough there were clothes to change into on there. The new outfit was a white tank top and a pair of white cotton shorts. There were some white lace panties, but no bra. Cuddy knew that as soon as she put the top on, her nipples would probably be visible, but she didn't care any more. Clean clothes were what she asked for, and clean clothes is what she got. "What's your name?"

"Nicolette." The pacing woman replied, she then broke away from her pacing and walked over to Cuddy, "What's yours?"

"Lisa." Cuddy replied as she pulled her clothes on. The lighting in this room was considerably better, and as she looked Nicolette over, she noticed that the girl's legs were covered in bruises and abrasions. On her arms, all of her veins were darkly defined, a sign of a heavy drug user. Nicolette was probably pretty once, but now she had dark circles under her eyes, stringy black hair that reached a bit past her shoulders, and was way too skinny for her frame. She looked like she had been beaten within an inch of her life. Cuddy was amazed that she was up and walking around. "Where are we?"

"Candy land." Nicolette said softly.

"Meaning what?" Cuddy asked. She sat down on the bed wishing that she had some Tylenol or even something stronger. The ache in her head was not going away on it's own, and she knew that she was going to have to either get the mystery drug back in her system or some wimpy Tylenol, either would be welcomed right now.

"If you want candy, you have to play the game." Nicolette said cryptically. Cuddy laid down on the bed and closed her eyes. She tried to dissect what the girl had just told her. Candy was obviously code for the drug, and playing the game could mean anything. It could mean fighting to the death or turning tricks. She was guessing it meant the latter. No problem though, she would get through detox and figure a way out of there.

From the top of the stairs, the door opened loudly. "NEW MEAT!" Someone shouted from the top, it didn't sound like Big Man One. Cuddy opened her eyes and sat up. Cameron was slowly making her way down the stairs, holding something tightly in her hand. She was slow and lethargic, looking like it was a chore just to hold her eyes open.

"CAMERON!" Cuddy cried and got up, running over to her. The poor girl looked like hell. There was a small pin prick on her arm that trickled out blood, that's when Cuddy knew that her friend had been drugged. "Cameron? Answer me!" Slowly the blond doctor's eyes opened up and stared back into Cuddy's. They were severely glazed and her pupils were dilated. That's when Cuddy realized what Cameron was holding in her hand. It was a syringe filled with the mystery drug all the rest of the captives were craving.

"SHE HAS CANDY!" Nicolette said and then lunged at Cameron, reaching out for the syringe. Cameron didn't make any move other than turning her head and blinking slowly. Cuddy, however, had the presence of mind to stop Nicolette. The skinny girl started to fight, swinging her arms and kicking her legs. It seemed like she was about to tear Cameron apart just for drugs. When Nicolette wouldn't calm down, Cuddy did the only thing she could do, and punched her in the face. The girl went down and passed out on the floor. Normally, Cuddy wouldn't have been able to knock someone out, but Nicolette's body was in severe distress, it was an easy fight.

"You need to take this." Cameron said, taking a startled Cuddy's hand and placing the syringe in it. "If you want the candy, you have to play the game." Cuddy's hand closed around the syringe and she took it from Cameron. Was Allison suggesting that she shoot up of her own accord. There was no way she was going to do that.

"Cameron, honey...come and sit down, okay?" Cuddy said softly, leading the towel wrapped Cameron over to the bed across from hers. Cameron sat down and turned her head away from Cuddy. On the right side of her face she had a gash that was seeping blood. "Oh my God! Are you okay?"

"Just take the candy and I'll be okay." Cameron said softly. Cuddy picked up her own discarded towel and pressed it against the wound on her friend's head. Cameron was drugged, she had just been beaten, God only knew what else had happened, and Cuddy was not going to let anything else go wrong. She sat down on her own bed and stretched her arm out.

"Okay, I'll take the candy." Cuddy said as a few tears beaded and rolled down her face. "I'll do it for you."