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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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Saturday, June 29th, 2013
COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!
What the...?
Is that a rooster?
My eyes slowly open just as I hear a second piercing call,
COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!
Good God, is this what farmers have to put up with every morning?
Groaning, I get up from the bed and head to the common room. There on the tables are two cages, both of them containing a full grown rooster. One of the roosters gives another call, which causes me to wince. These things are so loud!
Christina and Scott are standing behind each cage, grinning from ear to ear.
"An all-natural wake up for you guys today!" Christina laughs, taking hold of one cage while Scott grabs the other.
"Come on downstairs, Chef has a challenge prepared for you all. Don't keep him waiting," Scott said before he and Christina take the roosters back downstairs. As they descend the steps, one of the roosters lets out another loud crow, followed shortly by Christina's laughter.
After a little time getting ready, we line up next to the stoves as per usual.
Chef Ramsay smiles as we come closer, I return the smile warmly.
"Good morning everyone!" he says cheerily.
"Good morning, Chef!" we respond.
"I've woken you all up for a special challenge today. As you know, here at Hell's Kitchen we like to honor our service people. This morning we have a very, very important set of customers gracing our dining room." He motions to the front entrance.
Jean-Phillipe opens the doors and slowly the dining room fills with men and women wearing scrubs, doctor coats, and other assorted medical outfits.
"When you get injured, the people you depend upon are the people sitting in front of you now. These are our most amazing emergency room staff from the local hospital. Cindy may even recognize the nurse who helped her with her stitches." Ramsay motions towards one particular brunette woman near the front. She waves at Cindy and Cindy waves back.
"Today we will be serving one of three breakfast options to start off our emergency staffs' day properly. We have the classic," he holds up his hand and indicates his first finger with his other hand, "pancakes with eggs and bacon," he indicates his second finger, "omelet with bacon," he indicates his third finger, "and finally, french toast with sausage!"
"Each team will be competing to feed their side of the kitchen. The first team to feed all of their patrons will, obviously, win." He shrugs while scanning our faces, "So don't fuck up, right? You wouldn't want them to fuck up on you. Red team, please choose two people to sit out today, to even out the teams. Now, get ready because your first tickets are about to come in!" Ramsay turns to the pass while we scramble to get set up, each of us choosing a station.
Red and I take the pancake station, Cindy and Gina take the omelet station, Kalyani and Bella take the french toast station. Taylor and Gail sit out (though not without grumbling).
The tickets start to flow steadily. Our team is banging out the dishes one after another, so much so that I hear Chef Ramsay shout to the blue team that we are leading by three tickets.
Of course, our success can't last forever. Gordon holds up a wimpy, black, shriveled piece of bacon with a disbelieving look on his face.
"Who thought this mangled piece of charcoal was good enough to send out to people who save lives regularly?" he growls at us.
Gina shouts out, "I'm sorry Chef! It won't happen again!"
Ramsay crushes the blackened bacon in his hand and dumps it into the garbage can.
"Yeah? it better not. They wouldn't serve that shit to your dying grandmother in the hospital so I don't expect you to feed it to them on their day off!" his bangs bounce with his head as he berates Gina.
"Fucking unbelievable..." Gordon mutters under his breath, turning back to the pass while running his fingers through his hair, mussing it up a bit. It looks rather cute. I recall how soft his hair felt against my cheek and longed to lace my fingers through it... regretfully, I shake my head, trying to clear my mind and refocus on my station.
Gina quickly starts firing a new order. At the same moment, I hear Gordon lash out at the blue team.
"These are meal portions for grown professional men and women, not for toddlers on a diet! What is this??" Ramsay holds up a plate with a spoonful of eggs on it.
"What's worse is you haven't even bothered to season this measly portion. Start over, everyone, start over because fucking Dave is too busy fucking around to make our EMTs a decent fucking breakfast." He shakes his head while he slams the plate onto the metal table at the end of the stoves, "Rubbish!"
While listening to the blue team squabble, my pancake has started burning. Quickly, I throw it out and begin a second one, calling out to the red team that I'll need an extra three minutes.
Miraculously, Chef is still too busy berating the blue team to hear my mistake. We manage to get our order out with no further issues.
Unfortunately, the blue team has caught up to us during my burned pancake fiasco. We are now neck in neck on the final ticket.
"Come on girls, let's push out this last ticket! Go go go!" Bella cheers while she flips her french toast.
We rush as quickly as we can to finish, all we are waiting on is the final omelet. Cindy finally finishes and rushes the omelet to the front of the pass, placing her plate down just before Abel on the blue team places his final pancake order.
Ramsay checks our omelet while we watch with bated breath.
He then calls for us to gather around him. We all rush to see what he is indicating.
Bella groans, placing her face in her palm and turning away from the pass.
"That's right, raw eggs, look, touch it." Ramsay indicates the inside of the omelet. We each touch it and feel the raw eggs stick to our fingers.
"Re-fire a new omelet, dammit," he says dolefully as he goes to check the blue team's finished the order. After just a few seconds, he calls for the waiter, which cements our loss.
We finish the ticket and bring it up, finishing the challenge in last place... again.
Once the emergency medical staff have finished eating, Gordon thanks them for their time and service before they file out of the restaurant.
After they have all left, Taylor and Gail rejoin the team and we line up by the stoves to await our punishment. The blue team are high-fiving each other and grinning widely.
"Excellent work, blue team." Ramsay claps his hands together. "You're in for a real treat. First, you'll be dining at the most amazing dinner theater experience, Magic Castle. What's even greater is that this will be a private show- that means you'll each get up close and personal with your talented magician entertainers. After that, you'll head to the Santa Monica pier again but this time," he pauses for dramatic effect, "it'll be to ride jet skis!"
The men jump around and cheer, whooping and hollering while patting each other on the back.
"Well then men, go on and get dressed!" He smiles at them before waving them up the stairs.
Then, Gordon turns to us, his eyes steely.
"Ladies, once again you are the losers of this morning's challenge," he pinches the bridge of his nose before continuing, "you really won't like this. I have a shipment of potatoes coming in for tonight's dinner service. You will first clean the kitchens. Then you will unload the potatoes and peel them, chop them and get them ready for fry baskets on each table. Finally, you will prep both kitchens in time for tonight's service. There will be an elimination tonight, so don't let your team down and get on anyone's bad side, right? Get to cleaning, then." He waved us off without waiting for our response, turns his back to us and heads up to his office.
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