The Same Last Name
Summary: Catherine Chandler knew that Vincent Keller didn't love her when
they married. But his background indicated that the woman about to have his baby
needed to become his wife. Catherine believed that he would grow to love her
with time. However, the baby died at birth. Leaving without explanation, she
headed North. Five years later, Catherine and Vincent cross paths again. Could
they get a second chance?
Disclaimer: This is an original piece based on a book of the same title by
Kathleen Gilles Seidel. No copyright infringement is meant and all rights for
Beauty and the Beast characters belong to CBS and the CW Network.
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR SEXUAL CONTENT, LANGUAGE, ETC. IF YOU ARE
UNDER 18, SCRAM!!! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE YOU!
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Chapter 1
Catherine Keller looked up as the three sleek vehicles pulled into the
driveway of the resort she worked at. It wasn't unusual to see cars of that
caliber, but for some reason, Catherine felt strangely different upon seeing
those. An awareness crept over her, something that she hadn't felt in five
years. Shaking her head, she instead focused on the man who was making his way
toward the desk where she stood. A small smile graced her mouth.
The gentleman stopped in front of her. He had on reflective sunglasses.
Instead of seeing his eyes, Catherine saw her own reflection. Her brown hair was
swept back into a high ponytail, with small tendrils escaping around her ears.
Her Hazel eyes were bright. She looked at the man expectantly. "Welcome to
Spatastic! How may we serve you today, sir?" Catherine greeted warmly.
The man finally took off the glasses and met her gaze. His eyes widened.
"Well...hello," he drawled, and Catherine became aware of his thick British
accent. "I'm certainly glad I was talked into coming here now..."
Catherine's smile became a little tighter. "Can I help you?" she asked, a new
crispness to her voice. The smile that had started on his face faded.
"Yes..um...my name is Evan Marks, and I'm part of a party of six. We will be
here for the next three weeks."
Catherine began typing the information into the computer. A small screen
appeared, confirming the reservations. Pulling six key cards out, Catherine
handed them to Mr. Marks. "Here are your key cards, and I am also printing
copies of the spa itinerary as well."
Taking the items from her, Evan glanced at her name tag. "Thank you so
much....Cat. I hope to be seeing much more of you while we are here." Catherine
gave him a wane smile, hating men that flirted like that. Over the last five
years, she had dealt with plenty of others exactly like him. Turning around, he
began to walk back to the front door. Stopping suddenly, he pulled a folded
piece of paper out of his pocket. Handing it to Catherine, he explained, "This
is a list of our names and each of our cellphone numbers." Catherine took it
from him, not even glancing at the typed words upon it. With that, he made his
way out the door.
Catherine tossed the paper on the desk, on top of a pile of papers that would
end up in recycling before the day was out. She had no intention of bothering
any of these people, so why keep the list?
A short while later, the girl who had been hired to help for the season,
Heather Anderson, came waltzing through the door. Catherine rolled her eyes,
hard-pressed not to berate the girl for her tardiness. It was not the first time,
nor would it be the last. Catherine knew that she had been with Josh, the pool
boy.
"Hey, Cat! I just saw some REALLY hot guys getting out of some pretty pricey
vehicles. I hope at least one of them is single!" Heather practically drooled.
"I thought you and Josh were together?" Catherine asked the girl. Honestly,
she couldn't keep track anymore. Heather just shrugged.
"It's never a bad thing to keep your options open," Heather said, winking at
Catherine.
"You do that then," Catherine replied, her focus already shifting to other
things. But Heather wasn't done talking apparently.
"I wonder what their names are?" Heather said, a dreamy expression on her
face. Catherine remembered the list of names.
"There is a list of their names on that folded paper there," Catherine said,
gesturing toward the pile she had tossed it on. Heather grabbed the paper
eagerly. Scanning it, she said absently, "Hey, Cat. There is a guy with the last
name of Keller on here. Isn't that your last name?"
Everyone around the spa called her "Cat" and few knew her last name. She
preferred it that way. Her past was a carefully guarded secret that she didn't
like to share. Carefully, she replied, "Yes, but its a common enough name. I
doubt it's anyone I know." She refrained from admitting it was her husband's
last name.
"Still, we could totally go out and check on them. Then we can see if you
know this Vincent Keller."
A strange buzzing sound began in Catherine's ears. Everything around her
began to blur. Vincent? No, it couldn't be! Not here! What was he doing here?
Had he found her after all this time? She had disappeared from his life so
suddenly. Was this her punishment?
And how in the world was she going to avoid him?
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Summary: Catherine Chandler knew that Vincent Keller didn't love her when
they married. But his background indicated that the woman about to have his baby
needed to become his wife. Catherine believed that he would grow to love her
with time. However, the baby died at birth. Leaving without explanation, she
headed North. Five years later, Catherine and Vincent cross paths again. Could
they get a second chance?
Disclaimer: This is an original piece based on a book of the same title by
Kathleen Gilles Seidel. No copyright infringement is meant and all rights for
Beauty and the Beast characters belong to CBS and the CW Network.
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS RATED M FOR SEXUAL CONTENT, LANGUAGE, ETC. IF YOU ARE
UNDER 18, SCRAM!!! IT IS NOT MY JOB TO POLICE YOU!
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Chapter 1
Catherine Keller looked up as the three sleek vehicles pulled into the
driveway of the resort she worked at. It wasn't unusual to see cars of that
caliber, but for some reason, Catherine felt strangely different upon seeing
those. An awareness crept over her, something that she hadn't felt in five
years. Shaking her head, she instead focused on the man who was making his way
toward the desk where she stood. A small smile graced her mouth.
The gentleman stopped in front of her. He had on reflective sunglasses.
Instead of seeing his eyes, Catherine saw her own reflection. Her brown hair was
swept back into a high ponytail, with small tendrils escaping around her ears.
Her Hazel eyes were bright. She looked at the man expectantly. "Welcome to
Spatastic! How may we serve you today, sir?" Catherine greeted warmly.
The man finally took off the glasses and met her gaze. His eyes widened.
"Well...hello," he drawled, and Catherine became aware of his thick British
accent. "I'm certainly glad I was talked into coming here now..."
Catherine's smile became a little tighter. "Can I help you?" she asked, a new
crispness to her voice. The smile that had started on his face faded.
"Yes..um...my name is Evan Marks, and I'm part of a party of six. We will be
here for the next three weeks."
Catherine began typing the information into the computer. A small screen
appeared, confirming the reservations. Pulling six key cards out, Catherine
handed them to Mr. Marks. "Here are your key cards, and I am also printing
copies of the spa itinerary as well."
Taking the items from her, Evan glanced at her name tag. "Thank you so
much....Cat. I hope to be seeing much more of you while we are here." Catherine
gave him a wane smile, hating men that flirted like that. Over the last five
years, she had dealt with plenty of others exactly like him. Turning around, he
began to walk back to the front door. Stopping suddenly, he pulled a folded
piece of paper out of his pocket. Handing it to Catherine, he explained, "This
is a list of our names and each of our cellphone numbers." Catherine took it
from him, not even glancing at the typed words upon it. With that, he made his
way out the door.
Catherine tossed the paper on the desk, on top of a pile of papers that would
end up in recycling before the day was out. She had no intention of bothering
any of these people, so why keep the list?
A short while later, the girl who had been hired to help for the season,
Heather Anderson, came waltzing through the door. Catherine rolled her eyes,
hard-pressed not to berate the girl for her tardiness. It was not the first time,
nor would it be the last. Catherine knew that she had been with Josh, the pool
boy.
"Hey, Cat! I just saw some REALLY hot guys getting out of some pretty pricey
vehicles. I hope at least one of them is single!" Heather practically drooled.
"I thought you and Josh were together?" Catherine asked the girl. Honestly,
she couldn't keep track anymore. Heather just shrugged.
"It's never a bad thing to keep your options open," Heather said, winking at
Catherine.
"You do that then," Catherine replied, her focus already shifting to other
things. But Heather wasn't done talking apparently.
"I wonder what their names are?" Heather said, a dreamy expression on her
face. Catherine remembered the list of names.
"There is a list of their names on that folded paper there," Catherine said,
gesturing toward the pile she had tossed it on. Heather grabbed the paper
eagerly. Scanning it, she said absently, "Hey, Cat. There is a guy with the last
name of Keller on here. Isn't that your last name?"
Everyone around the spa called her "Cat" and few knew her last name. She
preferred it that way. Her past was a carefully guarded secret that she didn't
like to share. Carefully, she replied, "Yes, but its a common enough name. I
doubt it's anyone I know." She refrained from admitting it was her husband's
last name.
"Still, we could totally go out and check on them. Then we can see if you
know this Vincent Keller."
A strange buzzing sound began in Catherine's ears. Everything around her
began to blur. Vincent? No, it couldn't be! Not here! What was he doing here?
Had he found her after all this time? She had disappeared from his life so
suddenly. Was this her punishment?
And how in the world was she going to avoid him?
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