Disclaimer: I don't own The Phantom of the Opera or any characters associated. (I think we all know that, is this really needed?)

Hey guys, remember me? Just to let you know I'm not dead and gone! I actually came to update this story, since my POTO obsession is back, but for the life of me I can't remember the dang email I used way back then! So, I have to move everything over(hopefully with better writing) with this account. Things are changed to go along with how many years have passed. In saying, I hope you enjoy!

Anyways, I don't own anything, I'm making no money. I do however own Tania and Trevor. I'm pretty easygoing though; I'm always willing to share.

Chapter I.

Early Morning Wakeup

The bright sunlight slowly snaked into Tania Selmer's eyes. She made a few non-Commental moans and groans, and then uttered a few choice words fitting for a sailor before pulling the covers over her head. The sun seemed to fade, like she expected it to, but then it disappeared altogether. "What is thisss" she groaned throwing every blanket off her. There stood Trevor, her 27- going on 13 brother and roommate. "Good, I was hoping you were awake" he whispered tossing the God-forsaken flashlight aside. Straining, Tania could see it was nearly 2 in the morning. "Trevor, you have exactly two minutes to say whatever it is you have to say, and then I am going back to sleep."

"I always knew you hated mornings"

"I love mornings; this is the middle of the night"

"A minute and a half... Before I go back to my happy place, and the fires can roar and God can part the sea, but I'm not going to wake up." Trevor proceeds to tell her about some girl he met in class the other day, Denise. She was tall, had great boobs, curvy in all the right places, wanted to be a nurse, blah blah blah. True to her word, once the minute and a half passed, Tania dozed back off hoping to recapture her dream of Gerry Butler holding her captive on a desert island wearing a loin cloth. After all, why in hell would she care about some hoe with huge boobs and probably weighed twelve pounds? Was this really worth waking her up for?

But not before Trevor turned the mattress over, which normally would have moved her to violence. Although this girl sounded like an airhead, even with her nurse aspirations, she tried to be happy for him. He was her only direct family left. Her mother Jenny had passed away the year before thanks to some dope who decided to play a game called "Let's see how many people I can kill because I'm driving drunk" and her father Lucas had taken off to France a few years ago. The siblings would usually try to joke about it by saying "Yeah, he's in France with some girl called "Fiancée" so we pretty much think it's over.'" Through the laughs and jokes, there was a deep pain.

Cursing like a two dollar hooker, Tania picked herself and beloved mattress off the ground and plopped back on. Trevor continued to babble on about Denise and Tania did her very best to look like she was with it. Where's dad when you need him? She thought inwardly. If he was still here, they could go do that male bonding thing and go on and on together so I don't have to sit and listen to my older brother talk about what size the "Over the shoulder boulder holder" is. She struggled to remember the last time her family was all together with no problems, finally setting on a family trip to France for her 14th birthday. Dad gave me a beer in the bar then, even though we both knew full well I was too young. I thought he was the coolest dad EVER. But that happiness didn't last, when it was time for them to return to the states, Lucas had told his family to go on ahead; he'd catch up with them in a few days.

Days went on, turned into weeks, weeks to months, months to a year, and year to years. Although it was pretty clear he wasn't going to be coming back, Tania still held out hope, always leaving the light on in case he came in to kiss her goodnight, or when she heard a car door slam in the early morning hours. By now, it was 4 in the morning and she was arguing with her mind about just getting up. She told her mind to beat it and fell back asleep.

She was awoken about 5 hours later by a paperclip hitting her in the forehead. Thinking it was a dream; she rolled over and buried her head underneath the pillows. Then it hit her, something warm and furry had just taken up shop on her foot. Jumping up, she realized it was a puppy and there was a strange girl standing in the middle of the room watching her. "Don't scream" she said quickly "I'm Denise; your brother asked if I would keep an eye on you. You were doing a lot of talking during the night." Grabbing her Phantom CD, which was a waking up ritual for her, Tania proceeds to tell Denise she could go. "I'm fine; you don't have to hang around. You are your puppy can get on with your day." Staring Denise down, she had no choice but to head to the door. And for once her brother was right, she had never seen such huge ta-ta's in her life.

"Damn Trev, why did you have to bring her here? I look like Chucky for the love of pinstripes" she exclaimed shuttering at the thought of the toy doll

"Relax Tania, everybody looks like hell when they first wake up. Why don't you do stuff like that on a whim? Why don't you do something impulsive? It wouldn't kill ya you know"

Impulsive? He wasn't daring to call her boring, was he? She was spontaneous, she loved adventure. She loved getting herself into trouble. There was no way in hell he just called her boring. Tania glared at her brother before picking up the phone and smirking at it.

"Who are you calling?"

"Mind your own business."

"Sheesh! Someone's grumpy."

"This is what happens when you wake me up for pointless, and I do mean pointless drabble.. Hello?" She started on the phone.

Trevor smirked, if there was a chance the other person heard her speech, they probably did.

"Yes, I'd like to book a ticket for Paris please. As soon as possible. I don't even care if it's in the little tight cocoon where everyone's sleeping on top of each other."

She turned as Trevor stared at her, mouth agape.

"Yes, just one." She raised her eyebrow at him, silently asking if he'd like to come. He backed off and shook his head. "Yes one. I see..How early do I have to be there?"

Ugh, Three hours can shove it!

"Uh huh, thank you.. Goodbye."

"What was that about?" Trevor asked, as Tania scuttled around the room picking up random clothes before throwing them on the bed and looking for a suitcase.

"You don't think I'm impulsive enough? You think I'm some cooped up old fart who doesn't enjoy life? Well I'm going to Paris to-"

"Yeah I know," he interrupted, "I was right here. My question is Why"

Tania shrugged, and smirked at him. "Oh I don't know, haven't really thought about it. Maybe to find dad."