Beauty and the Phantom: a Beauty and the Beast/Phantom of the Opera crossover

The Story Begins...

Prologue
September 15, 1999
3:57 a.m.

Adam paced outside the operating room, waiting for news of his wife and son's condition. Somehow during the night, a fire broke out in their home. Adam was able to get out, but his wife, Clara, and 7 year old son had been trapped inside. Somehow, they were able to be rescued and the two were in critical condition in ICU.

Please,God, if you can hear me, please spare my family. They're all I've got. Adam prayed, sitting on a bench. He wondered how he was able to get out without injury as a doctor approached him.

"Well? How are they?" Adam asked, his voice wavering from exhaustion and fear.

"I'm sorry...we did everything we could."

"They're gone?"

"Your wife passed while in surgery due to a collapsed lung and smoke inhalation. We did everything we could."

"What about my son? Is he-"

"He's expected to make a full recovery." The doctor rested his hand on Adam's shoulder.

"Thank you God." Adam bowed his head and let out a sob of sorrow and relief.

"I must tell you that your son suffered serious burns to his face, torso, and left arm. We aren't sure how it will scar,if it does. But your son is very lucky to even be alive."

"May I see him?"

"Yes. But be warned that his appearance is a little gruesome now. It will heal with time."

"Thank you, Doctor Allyn." Doctor Allyn gave the nervous father directions to find his son's room and Adam practically sprinted. When he reached the door, he couldn't help but wish that his wife could be next to him to comfort their young son. He was never good with this sort of thing, but he had to be strong for the boy. He entered and nearly chocked on tears as he saw his son bandaged and his skin charred. The little boy carefully tilted his head towards his father.

"Daddy?"

"I'm here, son."

"It hurts." The boy complained softly.

"I know. It will be alright."

"I feel like my skin is on fire." He cried, his voice softening even further.

"I know. I wish there was something I could do." The little boy reached his right hand towards his father.

"Mum is gone, isn't she?"

"Yes, son. She is." Adam carefully admitted. The boy was silent, looking out the window at the city beyond him.

"Where will we go now?"

"Your grandfather left us the estate in London. As soon as you're better, we'll go there."

"Will Evangeline be there?"

"Of course. She's your nanny."

"My second mum." He innocently corrected.

"Yes, son. Your second mother." Adam smiled. He knew that the fortune that had been left to him would be able to allow them to restore the old mansion, but the damage to his heart could not be undone. The money didn't matter. What was important was his son.

"Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"Why would you ask something like that?"

"I couldn't get mum out. I tried to. I really did."

"You tried...?"

"I got out. But I didn't see mum so I ran to see if she was coming. Then we got trapped." Adam smiled weakly and held his son's hand.

"I'm not mad at you, Erik. You didn't do anything wrong."