I wanted to start a new mini-project. Disney "what if?" one shots. Readers postulate a what-if question regarding a Disney movie, and I write a one shot on my take on the answer. I only update when asked a question.

Rules:

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2) I do not watch the Disney channel, so please no questions regarding shows, or Disney channel movies. Traditional Disney movies only, preferably animated/cgi only. The only live action one that i have watched is Enchanted.

3) If it a movie I have not seen in a long time, to answer your question I may need to locate a copy of the movie to watch so be patient with me

4) It's okay to ask a what if about a movie someone else has already asked about.

5) This is me taking my own interpretation of your question, and having some fun with it. I apologize if it is not the answer you were looking for, but I hope you can enjoy the story nonetheless! :)

6)I will give a rating to each chapter, so while this is an "M" as a whole, please look at the chapter listing for accurate ratings for each chapter.

7) NEW RULE: Please, keep sequel and crossover requests to a minimum. I do not enjoy (most) crossovers myself, it's not my cup of tea so I don't enjoy writing them. And most sequels I haven't seen.

Question 5: Posted by Night-Walker: "What if when Belle was attacked by wolves, and the Beast didn't come in time?"

Her tears felt as if they were freezing to her cheeks as they rolled down her face. The bitter winter wind was colder than had anticipated, but her own adrenaline was keeping her warm. The booming cries of the Beast were still echoing in her ears, she had never been so frightened. She knew she had made a promise, but this was one she could not keep. As she ushered Phillip through the snow, she came to the quick conclusion that she was lost, but she continued on. She was barely a mile from the castle when several bats flew from the hollow of a tree, and Phillip began rearing back, Belle struggling to control the thoroughbred.

The first snarl came from her left, she turned quickly to see a pair of yellow eyes peering at her through the darkness. In seconds, the entire pack had descended upon them. She urged Phillip onward, pushing the horse to his limits. She spotted a clearing, and hoped it was enough to allow the horse to gain some ground on the hungry pack behind them, but to her horror she found herself waist-deep in a frozen river. Her legs felt as though she were being stabbed thousands of times, her feet no longer telling her that they were still part of her body. But Phillip struggled on, the instinct to survive surpassing the burst of fear and pain that came with falling through the ice. They pulled though, and Belle hoped with all her heart that the wolves had fallen into the river and they would be able to escape to safety. But like all her prayers recently, this one want unanswered. One of the wolves managed to get ahead of Phillip, causing the great stallion to rear up, throwing Belle roughly into the frozen ground below.

She looked up in horror to find the wolf back enclosing on Phillip. She loved that horse, and she also knew he was her only chance of escaping these woods alive. She grabbed the only thing in sight, a stick, and swung it at the first wolf that leaped at Phillip. She desperately reached up for the reins, trying to free him only to have another wolf grab her cloak. The pressure on her throat caused her to gag, dropping her stick as she clutched at her throat. The animal let go of her garment, and she grasped blindly in the snow for her only form of defense, her fingers had gone pale and her lips blue, the loss of feeling in her legs making it exceedingly difficult to stand. She heard the desperate braying of Phillip, tears coming to her eyes as she tried in vain to fend off her attackers.

She swung the stick with what little strength the cold hadn't sapped from her body, and was given a rejuvenating bolt of confidence from the loud yelp by the wolf she struck. Maybe if I can hurt them enough, they'll go away. Her hope was short lived, as another larger member of the pack tore the stick from hands, leaving her defenseless. She whipered and reached up again for the branch that had Phillip trapped, but the reigns were desperately tangled and the branch too thick to simply snap.

A cry of pain erupted from her throat as her foot was pulled out from under her, the wind knocked from her as she came crashing down onto one of the roots of the trees. Feeling rushed back into her foot as the wolf's teeth sank deeper into her ankle, the warm blood running down her ankle and melting small dots in the snow.

"No!" She cried out, kicking with her good foot to get the wolves away. Her other foot manage to hit the wild dog in the face, jarring it just long enough to pull her injured foot away. Reaching up once more, she tried to pull herself onto the horse who appeared to have wounds of his own. "Please… please…" She pleaded, to whom or for exactly what she did not know. But she just needed to pray. Two more wolves descended upon her, one raking his claws across her back and she braced herself for what she expected to come. But instead, she heard several loud yelps. Phillip had kicked the two wolves off of her, giving her just enough time to grasp his bit, and pull the reigns off of the horse.

It seemed Phillip had managed to scare the wolves enough for them to regroup, and encircle the pair once more. Belle threw a glance at her ankle, which was now swollen, and anywhere that wasn't soaked in blood was bright purple. She let out a bestial scream as she pulled herself onto Phillip, struggling to sit up and keep the weight off of her damaged ribs. She knew she was hurt bad, and that she was hopelessly lost. The village was miles from the castle, and she had no idea in which direction it lay. Her only hope lay with returning to the castle. And the thought alone brought more tears to her eyes. No… not back there. Please. She knew her options were limited. At least to the castle she could attempt to backtrack over Phillip's tracks in the snow, it wasn't snowing heavily enough to have buried them entirely already.

"Phillip… back to the castle… it's our only hope." The horse wasted no time, now free of the encumbering reigns he tore through the woods, kicking and stomping on the wolves as he went. They reached the edge of the frozen river, and Belle's heart broke. Phillip stalled at the shoreline, giving the wolves enough time to catch up again. Before she had time to react, one of them had leaped onto her back, digging his teeth deeps into her cloak before Phillip reared up again, knocking both Belle and the wolf unceremoniously onto the sloped ground. They both tumbled down the slippery slope and plunged into the deathly cold river below.

Belle's world went silent. The water muted any sound but the throbbing of her own heart in her ears, the black water stinging her eyes forcing them closed. Her body felt as if she had been thrown into a fire, her skin begging for relief, her whole mind consumed with thoughts of warmth. She imaged the fireplace in her room, and how warm it felt when the fire was roaring. She imagined hot soup, warm clothes, blankets. Dear God she would give anything just to be warm again. Soon the burning on her skin was taken over by the burning in her lungs that screamed for air. She coughed, the strain of holding her breath growing to much. Where was up? She kicked her legs, moving in whatever direction she was already facing. She felt something hard above her. Ice? She had ended up somewhere further downriver than where she fell in. She had no idea where the opening was. Her world was growing dimmer. She clawed at the ice fruitlessly, and swore she saw a shadow above the ice. The shadow dimmed for a moment, and her entire world went black.

She awoke slowly, hardly aware she was awake. She couldn't make out sounds, like her ears were full of water. Her vision was blurred too. Am I still in the river? Is this what dying feels like? But no… she wasn't cold anymore. Her skin wasn't afire, her lungs were crying for air. She was aware however, that a large band across her lower chest was throbbing, as was her ankle and swatches of her back. Did I find my way out of the river? She closed her eyes, going black again.

"Belle?" Voices, this time the sounds were more clear, she could decipher voices. But everything still looked blurry. She shifted her eyes, and saw a shadow. Am I still under the ice? That's the shadow I saw above the ice… Phillip? And the sounds grew dim, the world grew black.

"…sorry. There I said it. I'm sorry" The voice was much clearer now, she even knew who it was. It was the Beast. She could even make out his outline. But how? She ran away from the castle. I must be outside. I ran away, maybe the villagers found me. Things started growing dimmer, but she fended off the blackness.

"Where…" She tried to speak, but found the sounds she made were not words. She couldn't collect enough breath to speak a sentence. She became aware again of her pains, and gasped.

"Now try to sit still darling, can't be much help if you're fussing about!" Mrs. Potts? Maybe I am at the castle… did Beast… come back for me? She was aware of something warm on her leg, and tried to look down. Water? No! No more water! I'm drowning! She didn't want the water anymore, it was so damned cold, and she couldn't breathe. Dear God her chest hurt… I must be under water, I'm wet… my chest hurts… but after a few more moments she became more coherent again. She realized only her ankle was wet, and there was someone brushing a rag against it. Cleaning my wounds?

"Belle, say something." Beast again. But his voice was so much softer. This couldn't be the same man who bellowed so vicously at her only hours ago. Minutes, hours, days? How long have I been gone? Her mind clouded again as she tried to recall how long ago she had left the castle, and frustrated at her inability to think clearly. You're smarter than this Belle. Fight. Come on, think clearly But the thoughts wouldn't come. All the fighting made her sleepy, she closed her eyes Just for a moment. And succumbed to the blackness once more.

When Belle awoke, she felt as if she had been asleep for days. She awoke feeling strangely refreshed, awake, and clearer than before. No voices this time, but she could clearly see she was in her room. Mrs. Potts was sitting by the door, Lumiere was asleep by the bedside table, and the door was partially cracked open.

"What happened?" She croaked, finding her voice was still weak and crackling. Everyone woke up with such fever it was as if she had shouted the word "fire" at the top of her lungs.

"She's awake!" Lumiere shouted, and Cogsworth's came running in, a flurry of cogs and screws.

"We must fetch the master at once!"

"The dear must be absolutely starving! And she could use a nice spot of tea too!" Mrs. Potts left the room on her rather animated cart, Lumiere and Cogsworth also dashing from the room. She knit her brows as she felt the urge to stretch, but as soon as she tried every part of her body screamed for her to stop. All at once she could feel every scratch, bite, bump, bruise. She suddenly noticed the bandages on her hands, and when she pulled the blankets back one of her ankles was wrapped in a heavy heap of linens. A water basin was on the table by the foot of the bed, and even from this distance she could tell that the waters were stained crimson, and that the red pile of rags next to the bowl had once been linens.

Her bedroom door creaked open, and Beast loomed in the doorway. After seeing him in such a blind rage she found it strange how shy he looked, his blue eyes focused on his toes.

"Belle… are you… uh, okay?"

"What happened?" Even his voice was different. Much softer, gentler, calmer.

"You… you ran away. I went after you, but you had been attacked by wolves. You fell into the river, but I managed to pull you out before you drowned."

"Oh… thank you…" She managed, knitting her brows as she tried to reconstruct the events of was it last night? The night before? Just a few moments ago?

"How long have I been out?"

"About two days…" It was then Belle noticed the bandages on his arms as well,

"You're hurt…"

"I was… uh. Fighting off the wolves…"

"Does it hurt?" She asked stupidly, the throbbing in her own wounds answering the question for her.

"Yeah, well, none of this would have happened, if you didn't run away." He looked up with a new conviction, his eyes bright with the stubbornness of a child.

"If you hadn't frightened me I wouldn't have run away!" She replied, wishing she had the strength to sit up.

"Well, you shouldn't have been in the West Wing!"

"Well you should learn how to control your temper!" Beast opened his mouth to reply, holding up a finger as if to make a point before his expression quickly dropped, his brown furrowed.

"I… I'm sorry" He apologized. He looked at her, noticing she had taken the covers back and he could see her bandages. "Let me change those for you." He dragged up a chair, grabbing some fresh linens from the wardrobe and using the hot water Mrs. Potts had originally heated up for tea. Belle watched with astonishment at how gentle he could be, and wondered, if behind all that anger, was a soul that was just as gentle.

Yay more cheesy as #$% endings! Whoo!

2 updates in 1 day? Don't expect it again. I just got bored and couldn't sleep =P