Gaston woke to a bright light gleaming into his eyes. He mumbled a torrent of curses, closing his eyes and attempted to roll over. A sharp pain shot up his arm and he stiffened. Once on his back again he opened his eyes allowing them to adjust to the bright sunlight gleaming in through a large open window. He looked around at the unfamiliar settings. Dark wooden beams on the ceiling, tacky wallpaper. He was on a soft bed though which was nice. His head pounded as he took in his bandaged arm. The word amputation still rung in his head as he peaked under the bandage then turned his head away disgusted. That damned Beast.. that wretched wench.

"Why Madame Blanchet! Its beautiful! ..oh Madame, you shouldn't have" A bright voice chimed through the cracked door. Gaston's head rung at the sound. Any other day, the voice would've been tolerable but with this headache it was almost as bad as LeFou's. Only Lefou complimented him. With his good hand he pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. Where was the fool Lefou anyways. Where was he? This room looked very unfamiliar.

"Well, Camille. After that tragedy happened to you and your husband, it's the least I could do. Besides your dress was in ruins and a woman as beautiful as yourself shouldn't wear rags."

"Merci, Madame!"

Gaston rolled his eyes at the shrill voices. Women. The door was pushed open with a loud creak and Gaston watched as a young woman twirled into the room and set a bunch of fabric onto a chair in the corner. She giggled to herself, tracing the fabric with her dainty hands. She was a tiny thing, he reckoned she wouldn't even come up to his chest. Though surprisingly for such a tiny frame she had… ample assets. He watched as her small body spun around the room, her coppery hair covering her face. She made her way to the table beside his bed. Though he enjoyed looking at her body, he was growing impatient with her. How could she not even notice he was awake? He regarded her for a few more moments as she laid out a fresh towel and poured clean water into the basin before he cleared his throat.


"Well, Camille. After that tragedy happened to you and your husband, it's the least I could do. Besides your dress was in ruins and a woman as beautiful as yourself shouldn't wear rags."

Fleur beamed and pulled the old woman into a bonecrushing hug. "merci, Madame!" The innkeeper smiled as Fleur inspected the new dress, twirling around with it. The young woman no doubt still had a beautiful sense of childlike wonder. Something that was quite rare these days. Madame Blanchet knew there was something special about this Camille Cloutier and how lucky her husband Jean was to have such a caring girl at his side.

Fleur pushed open the door of the room, almost forgetting about the sick man in the bed. She was too caught up in the new things people were giving her. This man was truly a wonderful thing. A new dress, free lodging, food, warm bath. Fleur smiled as she twirled and hummed to herself. She enjoyed being Camille Cloutier, whoever that may be. People took pity on Camille unlike Fleur. The open window had aired out the smell of the infection. She knew she should wash Jean off before the doctor came around. She lifted up the pitcher of water and moved over to the basin on the nightstand by the bed.

She began to pour the fresh water into the basin when she heard a clear raspy "ahem" from beside her. Fleur gasped, nearly dropping the pitcher as she spun to see the man sitting up. His piercing gaze focused entirely on her. Fleur turned beat red, how long had he been watching her? Why is he still staring at her? "uhm.. Oh..uh good you're awake! Goodnesss, you gave me such a scare. How are you feeling? Does your arm hurt? I made sure they didn't..yknow…. chop it off.. as per your request. Uhm.. Do you need anything? Oh! Whats your name? where did you come from, how did you get injured?" Fleur pushed her hair out of her face as she grilled the man, her heart pounding while she continued her rambles. What if he couldn't talk?

"Shut up, woman."

Fleur gaped at the man as he rubbed his forehead in annoyance.


All thoughts of her being slightly attractive were gone the moment she opened her mouth. Women needed to be quiet, docile creatures who only spoke when spoken to. But this girl… Who was this wench anyways? Gaston's jaw clenched as she questioned him. He needed to silence her.

"Shut up woman." He rasped out, his throat hurt from the lack of use. It was dry. Water, he needed water.

There was silence as the chattering immediately stopped. He looked up to see her staring at him, her face cherry red, her eyes wide with a glimmer of offense and mouth agape.

"Well, woman? Make yourself useful. Water" He hissed before shutting his eyes to shield them from the bright light and awaited the young woman to bring him the glass of water.

"I beg your pardon, Monsieur."

"Water!" He growled, annoyed with this woman.

Then he felt it. Ice cold water soaked his head and crawled down the back of his neck as he let out a howl in surprise. His eyes snapped open in a rage focusing on the young woman who had her arms folded, pitcher in hand a smug smirk graced her pretty features.


Fleur stared down at the man triumphantly. He was enraged, his nostrils flaring. For a moment, Fleur was frightened by the intensity of his glare and as he began to push himself out of the bed but as soon as he tried getting up he winced and let out a hiss in pain.

Fleur went from infuriated to worried, "Monsieur! Please.. Don't move to much. Your arm is still badly injured." She grabbed the glass of water and brought it to him. He reached out for the glass but she held it just outside of his reach, as she stared tauntingly at him.

"Next time, Monsieur. Ask nicely. A little Please and Thank you would be nice. Afterall I did save you." She sweetly whispered into his ear before handing him the glass. He growled out a response, his jaw tense. Fleur giggled at how annoyed her Jean.. the man… was. She took the glass from him after he had drunk his fill and looked at him expectantly.

Gaston never thought he'd enjoy the taste of water so much. Oh how it was so wonderful on his throat. The pure joy of the liquid immediately distracted him from the woman in front of him. That infuriating little.. how dare she speak to him in such a way. When he was done, she took the glass and stood there waiting.

Gaston cocked an eyebrow at her, utterly annoyed and bitter. "What." He asked flatly.

She gestured to the glass and looked at him. He rolled his eyes and turned his head away from her. He heard the small sigh and the glass being set on the table. "Who the hell are you and where am I?" He finally snarled at her.

Fleur was a little taken aback by his question and how brutish this man was. For some reason she had an ideal vision of how he would be, simply dashing. Charming. But this man.. he was a brute. A Beast.

Fleur sat on the chair near the bed, smoothing out the fabric of her new dress that sat beside her, "Well, Monsieur. For all intents and purposes, I am Camille Cloutier, your wife. And you are Monsieur Jean Cloutier, my husband. We are about a 5 days walk from Paris, in a small town along the river."

The man scoffed, "Your husband? Hah. Woman, do I look like a Jean to you?"

Fleur rolled her eyes, "Not anymore. No.. Monsieur, you look more like a donkey now more than ever." Fleur stood, "Now if you need me, Husband, I will be getting you something to eat. You looked starved."

This was a horrible decision to help this man. This was the thanks hse got? Being ordered around by some… some...brute. She huffed as she exited the room. She exhaled slowly before regaining her cheery attitude for the Blanchets.

Gaston watched her hips sway as she stomped out of the room. Despite her futile attempts to be dominant over him and her disrespectful attitude, he suppose this girl could be useful. He smirked slightly, in more ways than one. He chuckled to himself, her husband? Please.

Ahh! Yeah. Two chapters in one day. Let me know what y'all think! I'm trying to capture Gaston's piggish boarish attitude as well as making him bitter because lets face. he wouldn't be bitter after plummeting off of a castle?

uh yeah. Thats all folks for now!