Author's Note: Hello, hello. This fic was originally meant as an "OMG I'm SORRY! PLEASE FORVIVE MEEEE!" To fellow fic writer and friend IVY who is the amazing authoress of "Winterstar" a HP based fanfic. I must say I do not own Phantom of the Opera or anything else mentioned in this fic that might spring up. SO, without further ado!

Dedicated to Ivy, Star of Isis, Folk, and that one girl from that one place.

Chaptah One: Is it the Ghost?

When she woke up Jodi took it very slowly. She sluggishly wiped at her face, mainly her eyes, and sneezed. Squinting her eyes at the blurry wall she blinked a few times, taking a deep breath through her nose and stretching out under her luxurious blankets. Turning from her left to her right side, she curled into a ball and buried herself into her soft, warm pillows she registered that her alarm clock was not yelling at her, and her roommate wasn't beeping at her either. Life was good.

And then, terribly, a thought rose from the back of her mind, through her fog ridden brain and brought her out of her sleep induced stupor.

No way was her bed this squishy. Groaning, she rolled onto her back and cleared her throat noisily. The bare skin of her legs began to register, as did the feel of something very…nice rubbing against her calves and bare hands. Pushing herself up into a sitting position, she forced her eyes open, the feeling of unease chasing away her feelings of warmth and security.

Picking at the unfamiliar bedding Jodi felt fear take a crash landing in her stomach. Her sheets were not satin, and her scruffy blanket was most definitely not scarlet. Looking around the open space of the room she took in the vintage vanity that stared at her without a mirror, an ugly armoire, and other odd bits of furniture jammed together along the stone wall.

Stone walls? All of a sudden something beside her shifted underneath the covers and let out a long sigh. Frozen in place Jodi watched the covers rustle again before a head popped up from beneath a pillow, and squinted at her sleepily.

"SABRINA!"

The squinted eyes had just begun to open more fully when they winced at her shout. "Ow, Jodi have you been into the coffee before me again? I told you! Not so early!"

And then it started to come back.

Jodi had been visiting Sabrina during a lull in both of their schedules during summer break before they both had to return to college. Their days and nights had been filled jaunts to old sites and lots and lots of writing. Fiction, fan-fiction, and journal entries; the two sophomores had written about anything and everything- going so far as to challenge each other to completing a challenge in a certain amount of time. They'd consumed more coffee, chocolate, chips, and ice-cream than was probably sane, they'd had mock sword fights with a set of Sabrina's older brother's fencing swords like a pair of pathetic pirates, and to top it all had terrorized the neighbor's Pomeranians. Last night, the last night they were going to spend with each other before reality rudely took over their lives, the duo had decided on a film fest sleepover. They chased out Drew, the older brother in question, and had locked themselves up in the basement with food, sleeping bags, blankets, pillows, sketchpads, laptops, and books. Starting at noon the first was Pirates of the Caribbean, then Shrek, Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, Corpse Bide, Nightmare Before Christmas, Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Ten Things I Hate About You, Harry Potter series, Lion King, Beauty and Beast, Howl's Moving Castle, and finally, FINALLY, they'd just begun to put in the first of many James Bond flicks when ALL OF A SUDDEN.

Rain began to pelt the window viciously.

However, because the nearest window was up two flights of stairs and it was just about three in the morning so both females were dangerous close to burying their heads underneath their pillows and were not in any fit state to notice the way the lamp began to flicker dangerously, the biggest electric storm of the century went by, blissfully unnoticed. Just when Sean Connery was about to embark on some, racy sexual escapade the television set blinked off and sizzled. Both women had fallen asleep by then so they noticed nothing. They did not notice how the television blinked out and they did not notice how really cool, blue bolts of electricity shot out of the electrical outlets and covered the walls with malignant glee. And because they did not notice this, they also missed how their entire world melted into a bright white light before fading into the catacombs of a very old opera house several thousand miles away in France.

So, because they missed the exciting light show, the best friends woke up in an unfamiliar place under the watch of an unfamiliar individual.

"Jodi? Earth to Jodi? Hello? Hellooo? JODI!"

Springing into the air Jodi flattened her short black hair irritably, glaring at her friend. "What?"

"Are you going to get out so we can go explore or should I just crawl over you? Hmmm?"

"Oh."

Jodi flung aside the scarlet and black bedding, recoiling when the cold air sent goose bumps crawling up her bare legs. "Ugh." Pulling up her knee high length socks up from around her ankles she climbed out of the bed and spent a few minutes watching the room spin and tumble before she straightened herself on the cushy rug. "No more twizzler tacos and milk before bed."

"I thought it was frosting and cheetos?" chirped Sabrina, already wandering around the room, inspecting everything carefully.

"You mean you don't have a sugar hangover?"

Sabrina absently combed her long, curly brown hair with her fingers for a moment while looking at the knickknacks and little nothings on top the vanity, "Nope!"

"You disgust me."

"Thank you! Now, how about we go find who's kidnapped us."

"How can you be so…so chipper about this? We've been kidnapped."

"Well obviously, if they'd meant us harm they would have us chained us up or something. C'mon, here's the door and it's not locked."

Following Sabrina to the door they cracked it open and peered through the small crack. Nobody came crashing in waving a bloody ax, and taking this as a positive sign, they stepped out into a wide, open room.

"Um, wow. Not what I was expecting."

"Is that a lake?"

Stretched out before them was a huge room decorated with rugs and outdated furniture. Candles were everywhere and illuminated the cavern with an eerie light. Long pieces of fabric were stretched out against the room and while it appeared a little gaudy, the atmosphere was very intimate and comforting. Beyond the room was, just as Jodi had noticed, a massive lake of murky water which disappeared into darkness with no candles to light it up.

"Where in God's green earth are we?"

"The bat cave," replied Jodi, taking a deep breath of air which smelled strongly of candle wax, dust, and spices. "I'm dreaming and we've been kidnapped by Batman."

"Hey I know that dream too! Let's see, what happens next? I'm sure it had something to do with flying hamsters. Maybe. Oh my GOD! Jodi, look at that organ!"

As they descended the stairs that led to the bedroom they'd woken up in, a massive pipe organ came into view, set against the stone wall with colossal pipes that stretched the expanse of the wall, glinting in the light of the flickering candles. "Somebody has a fetish for Davy Jones."

"I beg your pardon, mademoiselle."

Both girls, suffice it to say, freaked out. Jumping a good five feet in the air they whipped around and stared in terror as a tall man in black emerged from seemingly nowhere. He wore a very wide brimmed fedora and a cape that fell to about mid-calf. He was still partly in the shadows and they couldn't see much except his hat, boots, and the dark outline of his cap as it swished around his legs.

Clutching alternatively at their throats, hearts, and stomachs, the two friends eventually calmed themselves enough for Jodi to stare at the figure in sudden awe.

"Are you V!" she asked excitedly, her hair flopping into her eyes. Sabrina elbowed her roughly and hissed at her.

"That's not V you idiot! V's from the future!"

"Well…you never know. It could be V." Turning back to the man in black she looked up at him hopefully. "Well? Are you?"

The figure glared at them with eyes that glowed yellow. "No."

Having caught the dangerous undertones in that one, very short word, the two women began to question just how safe they were in this mysterious man's presence. Practically wilting under that powerful gaze that promised bad things they shrank away from his looming form as it swooped towards them quite suddenly.

"Now, what would two, foolish rats be doing wandering about in my cellars? Well? Answer me!"

They friends shared a puzzled glance, "But, uh sir, we don't know how we got into your, um, cellars. We were just sitting there,"

"Half asleep,"

"And the next thing we know is,"

"POOF!"

"We woke up in that bedroom over there."

So they think they can lie to the magician do they? We will see about that! "Tell me then, you've just come down here to make a mockery of me? Or perhaps you think you will return with stories of courage and other, ridiculous fables of brave deeds!"

"Hey! Aren't you listening to us? We don't know how we got here!"

The man nodded and Jodi glimpsed a shock of white glinting in the blackness. "Of course, those who are not the opera ghost do not know the ghost's secrets. It is expected after all."

Both girls' eyes became as large and as round as melons, their hands grasping at each other as the terrible (wonderful?) truck struck them across their foreheads.

"YOU'RE THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA!"

If the Opera Ghost had been from the twenty first century, he might've said something like, "Of course, who were you expecting? The Easter Bunny perhaps?" However, he was not from the twenty first century, and therefore had no idea who the Easter Bunny was or what mayhem he represented. So, instead of such a witty remark, he settled on a terrible sneer.

"Of course. And now that you know whose property you've trespassed. Maybe you would like to reveal your own identities?"

"Jodi."

"I'm Sabrina. Pleased to meet you."

"And what is your position in the opera house? Ballet rats? Choir?"

"We tried to tell you that already! We're not… from…" Jodi watched as her friend mentally caught up to what she was saying, the amazement and utter glee radiating from her eyes like super novas. "Holy crap. Jodi, do you know what this means? It means we've time traveled!"

"But how? We were sleeping! Don't you have to be conscious or something?"

The phantom snorted indelicately. "You're telling me that two vulgar adolescents managed to accomplish the greatest feat of mankind and they weren't even conscious? And from just what time period did you come from? No proper lady I have ever seen has ever dressed like that."

Jodi and Sabrina each stared at the pajamas of the other. Jodi's long sleeve pullover had a huge neck that drooped off one shoulder to reveal the strap of her cami and olive skin beneath it. Her shorts, high school graduation boxers, cut just above the knee and while one, obedient knee sock had remained stretched over her leg, the other sat puddle around her ankle. Sabrina, by contrast, was wearing a pair of pants, no socks at all, and a cami with a black tank over it. Finished inspecting each other they gave him puzzled looks.

"We're decent!" they protested.

The Phantom of the Opera rolled his eyes behind his mask. "Well, what am I to do with you?" He eyed the both of them while they stared right back at him, their expressions full of hope and excitement. "Dare I even ask if either of you have an idea?"

"We could stay here with you!" If the Phantom didn't already fancy himself a corpse he surely would have dropped dead on the spot. The black haired one, with the exotic features was still staring at him hopefully after her near explosive idea. Her compatriot was equally excited by the idea and was twisted the end of her long brown hair in her hands nervously.

"Please?" added Sabrina.

This simply wasn't done! He was supposed to be the thing nightmares were made of; he distinctly remembered having them under his thumb with fright a minute ago, what on earth had happened? He was fearsome! He was ugly! He had no mortal soul that didn't relish in torture and selfish desire! And then he had it! Because he couldn't just let these two women into his home (it was a ridiculous notion that they should want to stay and very bad manners besides!) so all at once he had the best plot that the situation required.

Bringing his whole body to it's fullest, most menacing height he glared down them with fierce yellow eyes of fire. He nearly had a heart attack when 'Jodi' swooned. She's probably developed a cold in this drafty prison.

"Because you have seen too much of my lair and I cannot even imagine the disaster that would await the world if you were to be set loose upon it with no knowledge of society graces; you will both remain here. You will be my pupils in the art of etiquette until such time as I believe you are ready to be release. You are my prisoners here. You will do nothing without first speaking to me and you will NOT attempt to leave."

They both nodded their heads vigorously.

"You will do what I say, when I say it!"

The two obnoxious brats saluted him.

"You cannot visit the surface!"

They grinned at him.

"You …you…will go back to your room."

They skipped, skipped all the way back to spare room he'd kept hidden away for the times when the Daroga had seen fit to be a nuisance. When the door slammed shut he winced. He had set down every harsh rule he could think of, he had leered, he had nearly shouted, he'd glared with his hideous eye! So why then, did he feel as if he had gotten the worst part of the deal?