Trapdoor || A Phantom of the Opera/Doctor Who Fanfiction

Chapter Eight

A/N:

The piece Erik plays in this chapter is Erik's Sonata by Michael Wesley. It can be found on SoundCloud or YouTube.

New characters, some fluff, and hopefully a little surprise at the end. :D

-Han

Chapter Eight

Amy knotted her vibrant red scarf around her neck, letting her ginger curls spill out from under it. December had taken hold over the city of Paris, and the streets were often covered in ice and snow. The dark tunnels below the opera house were much colder as a result, but fortunately for her, the passage behind her mirror was much shorter than the other one, so her journey didn't take as long.

Rehearsals were well under way for Beauty and the Beast, and Amy was getting to know her co-stars quite well. Rory Williams had been given the role of the titular 'Beast', and despite his sweet, shy personality, he was a very talented actor and singer. She could hardly believe he was the same person when he was acting.

The man who played the part of Belle's unwanted suitor, Gaston, was an American man by the name of Jack Harkness. He was relatively new to the Opera Populaire, and Amy had glimpsed him once or twice, although she had never met him before she was given the lead role. He was very charming and flirtatious, but he was quite a gentleman, and never made her uncomfortable. In fact, she rather enjoyed his company.

Several of her friendships had changed, actually. Rose had grudgingly begun to speak to her again after some time, and while they weren't quite as close as they used to be, they were friends once more. Amy and Clara were as close as ever, and she only wished she could tell the petite girl why she and Rose had fought.

Halette, Majori, and the other ballet girls all seemed to look up to Amy now, especially since she had earned the lead part in Beauty. They were all lovely girls, if a bit superstitious, and she liked being able to talk to them when she wasn't busy with rehearsals or lessons.

There was one more relationship that had shifted slightly – although what exactly had changed, she had no idea. Just the thought of seeing her vocal teacher was sometimes enough to set her heart aflutter, and she found herself both shying away from him and drawing closer to him at the same time. She didn't know what to think of him.

Amy blew out all but one of the candles in her room, then stepped toward the large mirror on the wall. Her thoughts had wandered too much, and if she didn't hurry, she would be late for her lesson.

Just as her fingers brushed over the cool surface of the mirror to find the switch that would open it, there was a knock at her door, making her jump. "Miss Pond?" a familiar voice called: it was Rory Williams himself.

Amy took a deep breath and strode over to her door, fixing a smile on her face as she opened it. "Good evening, Monsieur Williams," she greeted him.

"G-good evening, Miss Pond," he stammered a little. "I was wondering, um, if you would like to go out to dinner with me tonight."

Her heart sank a little. "I would love to, Monsieur Williams, but I'm afraid I'm already late for my voice lessons," she said, and he blinked, seeming to notice her attire for the first time.

"Oh," he said, his face falling, and she couldn't help but feel sorry for him. "I… well, that is, I'm… sorry, Miss Pond…"

"Maybe another time," she suggested, lifting her eyebrows. "Sunday, perhaps?"

Rory brightened a little, a smile returning to his face. "Sunday sounds good," he said.

"I'll let you know if I'm available," she told him, brushing a lock of hair out of her eyes. "I'm sorry to cut this conversation short, but I really don't want to be late…"