The Phantom Of The Opera One-Shots

Staying Hidden

Pulling the necklace out of the box they gave me I hold it up to my neck in the mirror.

Sighing and standing, I place it back on the table; the necklace is gorgeous but it doesn't at all match the dress I'll be wearing for the performance.

"Is there something wrong?" I hear Erik ask from the doorway.

I turn around to face him and answer, "Nothing's wrong, it should not be, how very grateful I am that I could have another chance at this career!" I exclaim sitting down.

I see him in the mirror walking toward me; I feel his hand on my shoulder as I place my hand on his.

"Turn around," he says as I do so.

He grabs my hand, bringing me to my feet as he pulls me into his chest.

He starts swaying with me as he hums a tune.

"No one would listen, no one but her, heard as the outcast hears!"

Swaying alone I sing, "You were shamed into solitude, shunned by the multitude, you learned to listen!"

"In my dark, my heart heard music, I long to teach the world, rise up and reach the world, no one would listen, I alone could hear the music!" he sings.

"Then at least a voice in the gloom seemed to cry, I hear you, I hear your fears, your torment, and your tears, she saw my loneliness, shared in my emptiness!" he sings.

"No one would listen, no one but me, heard as the outcast hears!" I sing to him, as I start to sob.

"No one would listen, no one her/me, heard as the outcast hears!" we sing in unison.

Hearing my crying, Erik has me face him as he says, "You're still listening, you're the only one!" he sings to me.

"I'm going back to my dream but you have no chance for yours!" I exclaim, upset and sad that I can fulfill mine but he has no chance at his because of his deformity.

"Don't feel sorrow for me, don't cry for me my Angel, seeing you up on stage once more is my dream!" he reassures me.

I smile, thinking of the first time I was on stage, and I knew he was listening.

"I knew you were listening, even if you could not appear in your box and listen to me!" I tell him as he smiles slightly.

"You were the only one who has ever made me smile, Christine, no one else has ever been able to, Madame Giry was my only friend" he admits.

"I'm glad she helped you if she had not then we would not have met and I would not be in love with you," I explain.

Starting to tear up he says, "Christine, I love you!" he sings to me, pulling me in for a kiss.

I kiss him back but pull away a few seconds later; "We should be on our way."

"Of course, will you wear the necklace?" he asks me, and it makes me look over at it once more.

"It's a beautiful present, I will wear it but not for this performance, I shall wear it later, for now, I will wear my father's necklace!" I reply.

Sitting back down at my mirror I open up a drawer and take a velvet box out, opening it to reveal the necklace my dad gave me with his picture inside it.

Smiling I take it out of its box and stand up, walking towards Erik.

"Will you put this on?" I ask him as I hand it to him; he nods and smiles, turning me around so he can place it around my neck.

"My Angel of Music, you look gorgeous, you'll do well tonight!" he sings as I turn back around.

Touching my necklace, he says, "I wish I could have met him."

After a few moments of silence he adds, "But he would not want a monster like me wedding his beautiful daughter!" he turns away from me, cursing.

"That is not true Erik, if I love someone he will love them too!"

"Not me, not me," he whispers grabbing his cape on the bed, pulling it around his shoulders forcefully.

I know he is not happy right now, and when he is unhappy he is quite fragile, demanding, and possessive.

Taking my shawl off the chair I wrap it around me, walking toward him to grab his arm but he turns away from me and walks out.

"Erik, Erik, please!" I yell after him, walking out of our room.

Still living under the Opera House, I see him staring out toward the water.

Walking quietly to him, I reach the boat and to where he is standing.

"Erik, are you ready?" I ask him, turning around to face me, I see the anger in his eyes.

"Love, why are you unhappy?" I ask, reaching for his hand but he pulls it away, causing my foot to fall into the water.

Gasping, I get out of the water, backing up onto the shore of the cave.

"Christine, I apologize, I did not-" cutting him off, I burst into tears, "When you get angry you scare me, you are not yourself!" I yell.

"Mon ange, I do not mean to hurt you, and I do not wish to scare you, I am very sorry!" he says advancing toward me.

"We need to depart or else we will be late and we shan't be late!" I tell him, walking past him to the boat.

I step in, sitting down as he gets in as well, standing up with the staff as he pushes us off the shore.

We are about halfway to the other side when he speaks up, "Mon Amour, forgive me, say you'll share with me, one love, one lifetime, you lead me from my solitude!" he sings.

Pulling him down from rowing, he places his staff to the side of the boat; I pull him close to me, hugging him.

I feel his arms around me as he strokes my hair.

"I forgive you, Erik, but please don't scare me!" I tell him.

"Thank you, Mon Amour!"

Later At The Opera House Where Christine Is Performing

"I will be watching every second, but I do not want to show my face in the audience, they'll know me!" he says to me while I'm backstage.

"I wish you could sit in the audience, but I do not wish to make you uncomfortable!" I tell him, holding his hands with mine.

"I apologize, Mon Amour, I wish I could, but I can not risk anyone recognizing me!" he tells me as I nod.