THIS STORY IS MARY SUE! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT!

Author's Notes and Disclaimers: Here we go! This is the story of how AL met Erik. It came to me in a dream: I was protecting Erik from being attacked.

My Phantom is Gerard Butler, and the description of his face came from the movie. I used a website to find out what women were wearing in 1860.

In-Joke: Lisa's time traveler friend from the future is the Doctor from Doctor Who (this is also why she can understand French). Around this time in her timeline, she was traveling with the Sixth Doctor.

Chapter One: Holiday in Paris

These clothes, she decided, were ridiculous. She was wearing a chemise and stockings (which weren't bad…in an obnoxious sort of way), a corset (which was one of the most annoying things ever), drawers (which were absolutely non-essential, in her opinion), rather snug lace-up boots, a shirt and hoop to billow out the nearly floor-length dress (which she wouldn't be caught dead in during modern times), gloves and a very irritating bonnet covering her long brown hair she had pinned up in a rather exasperating way. Yes, absolutely ridiculous. Ever her glasses had been switched to period frames.

She hated all this blending-in stuff, but it was 1860 and she didn't want to cause problems.

He doesn't bother to blend in, she thought to herself, kicking at a stone with her boot.

Her name is Lisa, and she has been dropped off in nineteenth century Paris by a time traveler friend of hers. She'd seen the Louvre and the Mona Lisa, but the Eiffel Tower hadn't been built yet, unfortunately. There was one thing she hadn't seen so far, however: the Palais Garnier, or the Paris Opera House.

She wanted to, though. She'd heard through the grapevine about the place being haunted and was instantly intrigued. In fact, the minds of almost everyone around the huge building buzzed with thoughts about an "Opera Ghost" or "Phantom of the Opera". Her enhanced hearing also picked up snippets of conversation about the Phantom. She wanted to know for sure. For that, a trip to the Opera Populaire was in store.

You have to have figured out by now, dear reader, that Lisa isn't quite like normal people. She is, in fact, what one would call an alien. She is from the planet Alnilam, and a time traveler from the future.

Underneath all her period garb, she is 5' 3" tall with waist-length brown hair, brown eyes, and glasses. Her silver ankh necklace was hidden beneath the layers of clothing, and her wings were invisible. On a previous trip to Paris, she'd heard tell of the Opera Ghost and, when she had the chance, asked the friends she was time traveling with to drop her off so she could investigate.

Well, Lisa decided, there was no use standing around dawdling. She had the opportunity to go to the Opera House, and she was going go to. The show itself didn't really interest her. She wasn't into opera. She wasn't there for the show. She was there to gain information, be it verbally or mentally, on this so-called Opera Ghost.

Verbally was tough, for the music and singing was loud, especially to her. Mentally was also hard, mostly because of the swarms of people around her unwittingly projecting their thoughts out.

Lisa sighed. Nineteenth century thoughts were so boring! Not one person had the flavor or spice of those from the twenty-first. All they were worried about were jobs and housework and children and whether the show was going to start on time and stupid stuff like that. She couldn't pick up one thought about the Phantom. It was starting to become annoying.

"I don't care who he is, I want him out!"

Ah-hah!

Zeroing in on that one voice to drown out the din of everything else going on around her, Lisa listened in. It was a man who was talking.

"Madame Giry, I know you took him in, but he simply cannot stay! I cannot have someone…someone like that living underneath my Opera House!"

"Monsieur Lefevre," answered a woman's voice, "he's not harming anyone! He lives in the catacombs and keeps to himself. You have already tried to make him leave…may I remind you – "

"Madame Giry," interrupted the man, Lefevre, "I am the manager of this Opera House and I say he cannot stay!"

Well, well, thought Lisa, so he's in the catacombs, eh? Well, I think it's time I go downstairs…

End chapter one.