Author's Note: This was written by I, StrawberryStoleYourCookie, and kristygirl4u. She wrote Christine's parts, and I wrote Raoul and Father Daae's. Please Review! Neither of us own the Phantom of the Opera.

"Not now, Raoul," Christine said, shooing him off.

She didn't want anyone in her sight that rainy day. She wanted peace and silence. She needed time to think. She never had any time to think anymore now that she was married to her childhood sweetheart.

What was it that the mysterious voice would tell her on rainy days? Oh, right. 'Do not look upon the gloom of the rainstorm, but look at its true beauty. Beauty exists even in the things that may seem dullest in this world, but you need to know how to look for it.' Could she find the beauty in the storm anymore?

Recently, Christine began to feel lonely and miserable, even with Raoul at her side every time she'd began to cry lightly. It was four years that had passed from the strange affair of the Phantom of the Opera. Four years was more than enough to get over her misery. The opera house had been reconstructed and it was just as thriving as it was when she was younger.

But ever since she had found out the truth of her Angel of Music she was never the same. Perhaps it would've been better if it had all been a secret and she would just be hearing the voice behind her mirror.

"Poor Erik. Poor, poor Erik," she whispered aloud to herself.

His name on her lips seemed so strange for she had never uttered a word about him. But his name seemed to bring back so many memories, most of which were dreadful to remember, but the good memories brought her comfort and joy.

Her heart sunk when the little voice in her head told her she'd never pass by those memories again. Why? Why was that incident haunting her? Would it be a shadow that will follow her around everywhere for the rest of her life? She would never be able to bear with it if it was. She'd never live her life the way she always dreamed of living it.

But oh, if only her father had never died! Everything would've have been so much better then! She would have married Raoul so joyously and she never would have met the Phantom of the Opera. She would only dream of the Angel of Music like she always would and never once be curious enough to seek him out…


"Papa, please tell me about the Angel of Music again. I want to dream of him tonight so songs will play in my head while I sleep," Christine begged her father at the bright and young age of four.

"My child, the Angel of Music is beautiful. He'll always be there, with you. I promise. You just wait. He'll bless you."

"Will he help me learn to sing? I want to sing like you do, Papa. I want to have a beautiful voice like those girls from the musical stories I've seen with you! Will he help me do that?" Little Christine asked eagerly. She was always content with Father Daae's stories, but the one about the Angel of Music intrigued and fascinated her the most.

Father Daae smiled at his little angel, his eyes twinkling like little stars. "He will. He will help you to sing better than even I. And one day maybe you will be able to star in a musical story." He laughed quietly. "But for now, it is time to go to sleep. You really wouldn't want to be too tired for the Angel of Music to help you, would you?"

Christine frowned. "But I want to hear more. I want to tell Raoul all about the Angel of Music. I want him to hear the Angel too! Can he? Or is the Angel just for me?" she asked with a questioning look. It was time for her to go to bed, but she was never tired for her father's stories and descriptions.

"I know, dear. The Angel of Music visits who he chooses. But I know he'll visit you. Now, why don't you go to sleep? Maybe he'll visit you." Father Daae smiled as he kissed his daughter on the forehead.

The little girl sighed as she got up. "Promise you'll send me the Angel of Music tonight? Will you tell him that I want him to sing to me?" Christine's greatest fear was that she might do something wrong and the Angel of Music won't sing to her at night. She was afraid of the dark, but when she'd hear the singing, she was comforted.

"I promise, child, I'll tell him. Now come to bed." Father Daae led his small child to her bed and laid her down. With one more kiss to her forehead, he turned off her light and closed her door gently.

Christine pulled the covers until they fully covered her face. "Angel of Music, please sing to me," she whispered. "Please don't leave me. I'm sorry I stole that ribbon instead of returning it to that lady."

Christine heard the voice erupt around her. He was speaking to her again, "Little angel. Shouldn't you know better than that? Don't steal again, angel. And return it later." She heard his music fill her young head.

"I will. I promise. I won't steal ever again. But please sing beautiful songs to me again," Christine begged the voice. "I'm afraid."

"Don't be afraid, child.

My little child you shall know me
Listen to my beautiful music
Sleep little child, you need rest
I am with you"

Christine found her voice to answer in response.
"Angel of Music, I have found you
Listening to your songs
Angel of Music, do not leave me
Sing to me, dear Angel."

"Sleep my little angel...sleep little angel...sleep my little angel...sleep little angel."

The little girl smiled as she pulled the covers from her face. Her Angel of Music was with her, no doubt now. It was that beautiful singing voice that sang every night. It soothed her fear and she was able to sleep peacefully now, with the Angel of Music singing songs in her head. "Good-night," she whispered and blew out her candle.

"Good night..." And there was silence.

Christine felt a tear wet her cheek when that memory slipped away. The Angel of Music was with her from the moment she was born. He was there when she was afraid of the dark and he'd sing to her. She never deserved anything like that.

Suddenly, she thought about Raoul. Perhaps her Angel would do that, but Raoul was her only friend. They would play all the time and even then, when they were children, when she was upset about something, he always made her smile, no matter what…

"Christine! Come on, hold still!" Raoul let out the little shouts of delight as he tried to catch Christine, who jumped away easily. She let out little squeals when he caught her arm and took off, waiting for her to catch him. He laughed as he ran across the grass, the wind ruffling his hair.

"No fair, you said you weren't going to run so fast!" Christine cried out with a giggle as she chased after him. This was what she loved doing the most in the middle of spring: playing tag with Raoul when her father was out in the city. "I'm going to get you right"- but her voice was cut off as she tripped over a rock and she tumbled to the ground.

"Christine! Are you alright?" He ran and crouched in front of Christine, his hand reaching for her elbow. His eyes were wide with fear for his best friend.

Christine refused to cry, even though her knee was bleeding and she felt pain. She knew she was going to be safe because Raoul would help her. "Can you- can you please bring Papa's kit for my cut? You know where it is," she said, her lower lip trembling.

Raoul bit his lip. He really didn't want to leave her, even if it was just to go into the house. But he took her hand and placed it over her cut. "Keep it there, okay? Push on it, to try to stop the bleeding. I'll be back in a moment." Raoul jumped up and took off towards the house. They had been a little ways away from her house, but they were close enough. He ran inside and dove towards the drawer that held the little kit. Grabbing it, he took off back for Christine.

Christine did as he said but hoped he wouldn't be long. When she saw him coming, she felt hopeful. "I'm not going to die, am I?" she asked cautiously for she had never gotten hurt besides a few bruises here and there, and all from playing with Raoul

Raoul almost laughed at Christine's young innocence. But he kept his mouth shut, taking out the necessary items. "No, don't worry. You won't die. I promise. It is just a little cut. I'll make it better." Raoul smiled as he finished wrapping it. Taking her arm, he helped her stand, and steadied her, trying to keep pressure off of her knee. "Come inside. You'll be fine. Perhaps I shall be able to find some candies inside." He smiled at her. He wasn't entirely sure what he felt for the little girl, but he certainly knew he cared for her.

Christine looked up at him as if he were her hero. She smiled the best smile she could and took his hand. "Thank you, Raoul. You're the best anyone could ever have!" she exclaimed with happiness in her voice. "You should be my big brother." Christine knew she was proud to have him as a friend. Scratch that, as a best friend.

Raoul felt a jolt in his stomach at her wish for him to be her brother, but unknowing what it was he shrugged it off. He smiled at her as he helped her inside and onto the couch. He had felt a different kind of jolt when she had said he was the best. It was a good kind. "You should be fine now. You're strong. I'm proud of you Christine." He pulled out several candies from a drawer and plopped down next to her to share them.

She opened one candy, and played with the wrapper for a little while, then looked at him again. She tilted her head to one side. Then, she gave him a peck on the check and giggled. "You're proud of me?" she asked innocently. "I'm proud of you. You can do anything and even I can't do things that you can do."

Raoul surged with embarrassment and pride at the same time. "Thanks, Christine. But you have reason to be proud of yourself. You didn't even cry. Your father will certainly be proud of you."

"Do you think that when I am a grown-up you will see me sing on a real live stage? Papa says that he will help me get there. He said that when I am older than now, he will make sure that the Angel of Music helps me to sing beautifully and that one day I will be good enough to have my Papa even prouder of me than you," Christine explained to him with a serious look on her face.

"Maybe. I hope so. It really would be cool. I bet you'll be able to do it if you try. You're already on your way. I really hope so, Christine." Raoul looked as serious as Christine, and images of little Christine on a stage were playing in his head.

"Thank you, Raoul," she said with a smile and touched his hand. When did she ever make friends with him? She tried remembering but couldn't. "Thank you."

Raoul just smiled and turned his hand over to grasp hers. He decided he'd remember this forever.