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|Author(s):||Karen Mason-Richardson, edited by Becky Bain|
|Fandom:||Beauty and the Beast|
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Counterparts is a 166-page het Beauty and the Beast novel by Karen Mason-Richardson that takes during "The Rest is Silence." It contains no art.
Someone is targeting men in bars, enticing them to hotel rooms, drugging them, and stealing their kidneys. Meanwhile, Catherine begins to feel different; her body is changing in unexpected ways. 
- Phone. That was the phone. Ringing.
- A hand reached out from under the covers to grope its way to the insistent telephone on the night table. The receiver disappeared underneath the pastel comforter. A rough clearing of throat sounded and a slightly raspy voice issued from the warm nest.
- "Radcliffe? Is that you?"
- "Yeah, it's me, Joe. What's up?" The covers shifted as the disheveled, nude figure began to dig her way to the surface.
- "If you're going to take a sick day, I wish you'd call."
- A feeling of dread spread over Catherine. Lifting the covers and sliding her feet to the floor, she noted her alarm clock read ten fifteen. It was easy to read, with the daylight streaming in through the French doors. Daylight. It must be Monday. 'Oh no, not again'. "I'm sorry. I overslept. I'll be in as soon as I can."
- "Listen, you don't sound so good. Don't bother coming into the office if you're sick, we can handle things."
- Catherine cleared her throat again. "No, I'm fine. I'll be there in an hour or so, OK?" Receiving his reluctant affirmative, she hung up and rushed for the bathroom. A few minutes later she walked slowly, almost dazedly, back to the phone. Dialing Joe's office extension, in a rough trembling voice she informed him that she would indeed be taking a sick day after all. Immediately afterwards, she dialed another number.
- "Dr. Peter Alcott, please.... Peter? It's Catherine. Could you come to my apartment? No, it's not Vincent, it's... just, could you come now? Please?"
- from the Qfer