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Hell's Smitten	By : WhatItShouldveBeen Category: Celebrities - Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 3173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is fiction, I do not know Gordon Ramsay and I make no money off this story!

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Friday, June 28th, 2013
"Come on! Hurry up! Wake up everyone!" shouts the familiar voice of Christina from the common area of the dorms.
Groaning emits from about half the beds around me. The red team did not take well to having 2/3rds of its members up on the execution block just last night. The strain of the emotional toll it took on us is clearly evident in the fact that it takes us quite some time to exit the bedrooms.
"Chef Ramsay has a challenge prepared for you all, you don't want to keep him waiting! Get dressed fast and come on down," Christina declares.
After donning our chef jackets, we scurry down the stairs and line up in front of the kitchens. Ramsay stands at the very front, looking as lively and energetic as he always does.
"Good morning, everyone. After yesterday's complete failure at communication, I thought I'd give you all an opportunity to redeem yourself. This will also be your challenge for today. I'll just go ahead and let you know, you do not want to lose this one." He watches us carefully.
"Yes, Chef!" we collectively shout.
"Excellent. For today's challenge, you will be preparing our standard menu," he claps his hands together before raising a finger in the air and continuing, "but only one of you will be in the kitchen at a time. Each of you will have five minutes. Blue team, two of you will have to go twice. I'm going to need one rack of lamb, one risotto, one scallop, one salmon and one medium rare filet, got it?"
"Yes, Chef!" we affirm.
"Then quickly decide who will be going first on your team. You will have thirty seconds now to decide your order of chefs, and then fifteen seconds when you trade off to communicate what needs to be done next in your dishes. Keep everything organized! Ready?" he pauses for a moment before shouting, "GO!"
Red team forms a circle and deliberate on our order of chefs. We settle on Kalyani, Gail, Gina, Taylor, Bella, myself, Red and finally Cindy. With places decided, Kalyani rushes into the kitchen.
Watching Kalyani work is almost like watching a perfectly concordant ballet dance. She swiftly organizes everything, preps the meats and starts up the ovens. She was definitely the correct person to pick to go first. Hopefully, her meticulous organization will keep us all on track.
Ramsay is heading up the kitchens, watching each of the teams work. Most of the red and blue team members are lined up directly outside the kitchens, either watching their teammates silently or shouting what they think to be helpful comments.
I take this time to covertly make my way closer to Ramsay. I have no way of talking to him or getting his attention but dammit, I can't help my desire to be near him.
When I arrive at his side, his eyes flash towards me for a second, then back to the kitchens. A slow burn starts in my cheeks. The corner of his lips twitch in the ghost of a smile, but since the cameras are on and rolling, he keeps his eyes ahead and focused.
In no time, Gail, Gina, and Taylor have traded off in the kitchen. Bella is in there now, working on the risotto. She also keeps an eye on the rack of lamb that Taylor had started previously.
"Next!" shouts Ramsay, spurring Bella away from the stove. I run into the kitchen and meet up with her.
"Alright, risotto is on, put the lamb in the oven. Don't forget to start the filet, I have the skillet warm for you already," Bella states, being cooperative for once.
"Sounds good, thanks," I respond while tying an apron around myself.
"Chat time is over, your five minutes start now," Ramsay booms over the kitchen chatter.
The first order of business is the lamb. I check the sear and once I confirm it is perfect, I put it in the oven. Next up, stirring the risotto. I took a small spoon and taste the risotto... too much wine. Turning up the heat to burn off the alcohol flavor, I then take hold of the filet mignon and put it in the preheated cast iron skillet and turn the heat to medium. The filet smells delicious as I fastidiously watch over it. When I have two minutes left I suddenly remember that my team will need to be making salmon and scallops! I turn on the stove top and set out pans for the seafood.
Before I know it, Ramsay's voice announces the end of my time.
In short order, I make my way to Red who is already getting her apron ready.
"Double check that risotto and turn down the heat if the alcohol taste is burned off. The lamb will still need to be in the oven so don't forget to tell Cindy. Turn that filet mignon as soon as you get in there. Salmon and scallops will have to be started right now too, I have the pans ready! Good luck Red." I smile at her reassuringly. Red gives me a determined nod before stepping up to the stove.
To my dismay, Bella has taken my spot at Ramsay's side and is leaning over the pass to watch Red work, kicking one foot up in the air behind her like she is expecting to be photographed for a Playboy magazine. I grumble inaudibly as I instead stand next to Taylor. Taylor is very engrossed in watching Red cook, and I can see why. The fiery girl is whipping around the kitchen like a storm, seasoning here, turning meat there, it is really a spectacle. Red and Cindy have the two hardest jobs of them all, so I am glad to see that she is not taking the job lightly.
"Time!" comes Ramsay's voice calling for the last turn of the challenge.
Red and Cindy have a quick conversation before Red pops out of the kitchen and stands next to me. She smiles up at me, her green eyes sparkling.
"I think we've got this," she giggles.
I smile back and we both turn to watch Cindy.
Cindy tests each of the meats and fish for doneness and plates them. Then I hear something I had hoped I wouldn't hear...
"Fuck!" - then the slam of a pan.
While Cindy had been plating the meats and fish, she had neglected to turn the scallops. The bottoms are terribly burned.
Taylor turns towards me, her eyes bulging.
"If the boys didn't fuck up worse than that, we're out, no matter how good our food is..." she whimpers, curling her arm through mine and holding me tightly.
Bella's mouth makes a comical "O" as she watchs our win burn away before our eyes. I might have laughed if I wasn't already feeling intense trepidation.
Cindy finishes plating what we did have to give to Ramsay. She wouldn't have enough time to cook more scallops, so all we could do was hope that the men have messed up something even more major than an entire dish.
"Done! Ladies, Gentlemen, please line up and prepare to present your dishes," Ramsay requests.
We all line up for Ramsay. I take a moment to examine the blue team. Unfortunately, none of them seem particularly worried. I glance at Cindy, she is complaining under her breath to no one in particular.
"First up, the battle of the lambs!" Ramsay claps his hands together as the lamb dishes are passed down the line to him.
Chef Ramsay starts with the blue team's dish, cutting into it cleanly and taking a bite.
"Well done. It's cooked well, seasoning is perfect and it isn't cut like a mangled Jack the Ripper corpse," he observes before trying out our dish.
"Also well done, both of these dishes are just fine. A point to both teams. Let's see those risottos now, please." Ramsay passes the lamb back and accepts the risottos from each team. He then takes a bite from the blue team's risotto.
"Excellently cooked. It looks lovely and tastes lovely as well. I'm honestly impressed, men." He nods towards the blue team, who look at each other excitedly.
"Now for the red team..." he takes a bite of our risotto.
"A little mushy, somewhat overcooked. I'm going to have to give the point to the blue team here." he shrugs, "let's see how you fare on the scallops then."
Cindy gulps as Ramsay accepts the blue team's scallops dish, still holding his hand out to the red team.
"Well? Are you going to make me wait much longer?" Gordon sighs, gesturing for us to pass him a dish by closing and reopening his hand.
"Uhhhh, Chef... I burned the scallops," Cindy stutters.
"You what?" Ramsay looks at Cindy in disbelief.
"Burned them, Chef. I didn't even bother plating them, honestly."
Gordon puts his thumbs in his pockets and leans his head backward, groaning. He stands there for a few seconds before turning to the blue team,
"Well, it appears you get the point by proxy then. I won't even bother to taste it. Gentlemen lead 3 to 1. All the red team can hope for now is a tie." He passed back the scallops before requesting the salmon dishes from each team.
He cuts into the blue team's salmon and brings a bite to his lips.
"This salmon is cooked perfectly. You've earned a point, men, and with that point, you've taken away any chance the red team had at redemption. We'll go ahead and end the competition here with the clear winners, the blue team!" Ramsay dips his head to the blue team who bounce around, bear hugging one another and cheering.
"As for the red team, honestly, I thought you all would win. I saw such good communication spring up between you all. Then it all fell apart. You're in for a real shit day." He looks down at us, his hands on his hips disapprovingly.
"First, you'll need to clean both kitchens until they are absolutely spotless. Then, remove your chef's jackets and meet me out back for the second half of your punishment. After that, you'll also need to prep both kitchens for dinner service tonight. Do I make myself clear?" Ramsay drills us like an army sergeant.
"Yes, Chef," we say, sulking.
"Well, get to it then losers." Gordon dismisses us, turning to the men, "As for the blue team, you'll be headed out with Jean-Phillipe in our beautiful limo to your front row seats at the Los Angeles Lakers game! Have fun, gentlemen!"
The blue team whoops and hollers all the way up to the dorms, while the red team file into the kitchen to begin the first half of our day-long punishment.
I just hope that the second half isn't as bad as Ramsay is making it out to be.
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