Alright, first of all, I own nothing but the made-up characters!! I know this may be odd, as Gaston and LeFou are considered the 'bad' guys, but even they need a happily ever after!!I came up with this after watching the original Disney 'Beauty and the Beast' and I felt that Gaston dying was a crappy ending, and nobody knew what happened with LeFou! -cries- They feel so unloved. LOL. I know most of you will hate me for this, but I had a strong urge to do this...So let's GO,GO,GO!

A low groan tore from Gaston's lips. "Urggh," he moaned. His leg hurt excruciatingly -- it felt like it was being torn tendon from tendon. A warm trickle of blood drizzled down his lip into his mouth, giving him the sickening taste of iron. His icy blue eyes slowly squinted open. He was all alone at the bottom of the gorge.

"H-how the hell did I get here?" he grunted, straining to remember what had happened. Then it came back to him.

The beast...

Belle...

The dagger...

Falling...

Falling...

Then black...

The last thing he remembered was seeing the terrifying drop, and he guessed he had blacked out. Lucky for him that he had, as it had caused his body to slacked and drop like a sack of potatoes, which had near enough saved his life. Though it was unlikely for Gaston to admit this,of course. If he were asked to tell the story of his fall, e would more likely say, "Well, after I realised Belle was under the ferocious monster's spell, I got out my dagger stabbed him, before jumping from the building and landing on my feet at the bottom, after which I slayed six ravenous wolves..." though the vocabulary would be a little more dumbed down.

Gaston looked around himself more carefully. The break of dawn now greeted him. The warm oranges, soothing yellows and seductive pinks merged into one another, causing light to illuminate the rocks tenderly. Looking up at the high walls, he smiled slightly, realizing they looked climb-able.

Moving his arms, Gaston began to push himself to his feet, only to let out a loud yell of pain, his teeth gritted in distress. His right leg was painful, and it was only then that he noticed how limp and tender it was.

However, his pained bellow was heard, and a few moments later he heard many voices along with LeFou's. "Gaston? GASTON?!"

"I'm down here. lads! I'll be right up!" he called back with a cheery laugh before using all his strength and will power to drag himself across the floor and use his arms and one good leg to scale the wall.

Once he reached the top, the remaining people of the mob helped haul him over the ledge, Gaston's face clammy and pasty from the effort of hauling his whole body weight as well as a painful leg which hurt more when hanging loosely than when he lay on the ground.

LeFou pushed his face forcibly into Gaston's line of view. "Gaston? Are you all right?" he questioned. His dark brown eyes were full of concern for the male he considered his superior, as if being around Gaston was meant to compensate for his own lack of confidence.

Gaston shoved his crony away sharply, causing him to roll over a couple of times and land flat on his face. "I'm fine! Just recovering from my big jump," he chuckled simply.

"You...You jumped...I-I I thought you fell," LeFou stuttered lightly looking quite baffled. He was sure that he'd seen Gaston falling…but equally sure that Gaston was superior to him and it wasn't LeFou's place to contradict him.

"Gaston never falls! I am the best shot, the best fighter, best biter, best hunter, the strongest and most handsome man in the whole village. Do you honestly think I would be foolish enough to allow myself to fall?" Gaston snapped. He attempted to sit up, which made him only feel much more woozy.

"N-n-n-no Gaston. We-I-we saw-we thought we saw you falling off the tower," Lefou attempted to amend, swallowing hard.

"Never assume I am that weak," Gaston commanded, even though his vision was slowly being overtaken by flecks of black. "For...I...am...Gas-" He was falling back onto the ground, his eyes closing. Just as he fell unconscious he whispered under his breath, "-ton."

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He awoke to the feeling of something cool on his forehead. His leg felt more secure and less painful, and his back was supported making him feel much more comfortable. His eyes were still heavy, but he was becoming more aware of what was around him. There was a bustling noise which sounded like it was being attempted to be silenced but with next to zero success -- the soothing and familiar snuffling sound of his hunting dogs, Blaine and Zackery. Clearly he was at last home. He also heard the sound of soft conversation between two people, one of whom he instantly recognised as Lefou. But the other left him utterly confused.

"Do you think he'll be all right?" Lefou questioned, sounding very worried. Judging from the direction of his voice, he was sitting at the end of Gaston's bed.

"Oui, he should be. I'll be sure to return often to check on him, but if he ever needs more care I'm close by so I shall probably be able to get over here quickly," answered the silky and seductive voice of a female.

Who does this voice belong to? Gaston's mind immediately questioned in utter curiosity. Slowly his eyes opened, blinking rapidly at the bright light which flooded his room. Neither occupant noticed Gaston arousing from his sleep.

Lefou was looking at the second person -- who was, as Gaston had surmised, female. She was clad in a knee-length white dress, a lace apron wrapped around her slight waist. She wasn't very tall – she looked like she'd only come up to Gaston's armpit -- but she still held herself as though she were twice the size of Gaston and proud of it. She had an elfin face the colour of a white lily, though a complete contrast to her ebony black hair which hung in wavy tendrils which grazed the top of her rear as she allowed it to hang loose, and her dark blue eyes which were outlined with long dark eyelashes. All in all she was both light and dark, her fair skin emphasized by her dark hair and eyes.

Gaston's breath caught in his chest. She was stunning…more so than Belle ever was. Let's just hope she's less stubborn than the last one, he thought to himself before attempting to push himself up, wanting to hide his vulnerable state from her.

"No-no-no!" she scolded. "Don't get up or your ankle will be beyond repair!" She firmly pushed him back down onto the bed.

"How do you know so much about this then? You're a woman!" Gaston pointed out with a chortle, waving her off as he attempted to get to his feet once more. "If I am to stay put, I want to hear it from a doctor."

Lefou, spotting the conflict about to start, got to his feet, quickly babbling an excuse to go before tearing from the room. He had no wish to be caught in the middle of things, like some poor fool clad in bright red, running around aimlessly between two fighting killer bulls.

Shoving Gaston back down, the short female raised an eyebrow. "I am a nurse, Gaston. I am fully qualified. I have been sent here to help out at the sick house. So I feel I am qualified," she pointed out as she laid him back down, pulling the sheets over his body as if to make it clear that this was her final word on the subject.Gaston scowled moodily for a moment. Then, with a smirk, he tried another tack. "It appears you know my name, mademoiselle, yet I am still to learn yours."

The nurse couldn't help but smile. "I am Nurse Blanc-fleur. However my first name is Amedea, which is what I prefer to be called." She went to the fireplace, picked up an earthenware bowl that was resting on a spare chair, and ladled what turned out to be rabbit stew into the bowl, and sat on the edge of the bed to feed him, out of habit from her old occupation.

Now that's more like it, Gaston thought with satisfaction, allowing her to feed him. He watched her thoughtfully. Despite the fact she was a career woman, which he didn't approve of, she was appealing to him. She was attractive, obviously domestic, clearly kind...Gaston was already running out of other reasons but had now set his mind on her.

Just as with Belle, he barely knew her. Yet he was certain she'd be happy to marry him and devote her life to him and the children she'd bear for him, all of which would of course be boys. Six or seven at least.

Gaston grabbed Amedea's wrist, causing the spoon she held to jerk and spill the warm substance. "Tell me...Amedea..." he purred lightly, adoring how her name rolled off his tongue in such a seductive manner. She threw him a hostile look, which only made her more desirable to him. He couldn't resist a challenge, and the need to claim her as his own was overpowering. "Amedea, I notice you don't have a weddng ring, but is a beautiful angel like yourself attached in any way, shape or form to some lucky man?" he questioned, his grip tightening like a boa constrictor's when she attempted to wrench her arm from his powerful grasp.

"No, I am unmarried, unattached. Or at least I am now. However, I would request that you leave me be, sir," Amadea insisted. "You barely know me, and in my current situation I wish to remain unattached as I doubt even you will be thrilled once you learn the full story." She twisted her arm and wrist, trying to free herself from his grasp, but her held her firmly, even pulling her closer and onto his lap.

"Now, now. That's no way to react when I'm about to make all your dreams come true," Gaston announced smugly, allowing his hand to lustfully caress her curves.

Amedea looked startled as she slapped away his hand and attempted to wriggle away from him once again. "I've only been in the town a matter of hours. Twenty minutes to you. So what could you know about my dreams?" she asked darkly, glaring at him over her shoulder.

A grin spread across his lips as he savored the chance to run through their 'future' together.

"Why, picture this...A wooden cabin, my latest kill roasting on the fire, my little wife massaging my feet, while the little ones play on the floor with the dogs. We will have six or seven. And can you guess who that little wife will be?"

"Lefou?" Amedea questioned playfully, as she yet again tried to push herself away from his punishing grip.

"No. You Amedea," he announced, grinning, expecting her to do back flips and insist she was not worthy but would be more than honoured to be his wife.

Instead he got a:

"Not bloody likely!" she snapped, elbowing him hard in the ribs, pouncing to her feet and running out of the house as if her life depended on it, only stopping to grab her sack of belongings which she'd left beside the front door.

Just as Gaston was about to get up from his bed the triplets bustled in: Jemmie in red, Jelly in yellow and Jemma in green. The three sisters beamed and rushed over to Gaston, crooning and babbling about how fantastically brave he was for getting hurt and not seeming phased and pleaded to hear the whole story of that and what happened with 'the wretched girl Belle'.

Gaston was only too pleased to oblige before reliving his own tale of the story, while allowing the triplets to fulfill what ever domestic needs he wanted. This was how Gaston believed women should be.