This is just a silly little thing I thought up when my friends and I were coming up with some of the worst disaster that could have happen in our favorite movies. I alwas tought this would be kinda funny. :D Anywhy I hope you enjoy and of course R&R. (None of these fine charcters are mine, it would be nice if they were though)

As Christine wondered about the cemetery, a thought kept coming into mind. Which way is it to Papa's grave?

At the grave of Gustave Daae, Erik (aka: The Phantom of the Opera, O.G., Angel of Music) sat on the roof of the mausoleum. He was wondering out loud to himself.

How long does it take someone to find…He looked around the cemetery, realizing that he was sitting on the only building in the whole graveyard, so he continued? The only building in the whole blasted cemetery?

"Wait a second, blasted is a British word. Opppps I'm suppose to be French" he said out loud. I guess I'll just make a mental note: NO MORE BLASTED. BLAST! I said it again he though as he heard Christine's clear voice.

He peeped over the railing on the roof of the mausoleum and saw Christine walking up the path.

Good, she finally got here. Let's see if we can't hurry this along, I think I'm catching pneumonia he thought as he ducked away again. What would be the point if she saw him?

Christine smiled. She had finally found her fathers grave. Even though it had taken her a good ten minutes to do so. I had just remember next time I came where it is. She thought as she walked towards the mausoleum.

But now wasn't the time, now she needed advice concerning a musician, and who better to ask then a musician? She also needed to figure out what to do about her fop problem.

Christine sat down on the stair leading up to the entrance of the mausoleum. Then wondering how to start a discussion with a man who had been dead for the better part of thirteen years, a welcomed voice rang out.

Phantom-Wondering Child

So lost, so helpless

Yearning for my guidance

Christine- Angel of father

Friend of phantom

Who is there, starring?

Phantom- Have you forgotten your angel (Up on the roof he shakes his head. I swear she is worst then a blonde he thought)

Christine- Angel, oh speck

What endless longings

Echo in this whisper

Phantom- To long you've wondered winter

Far from my far-reaching gaze

Christine/Phantom- Wildly my mind beats against you / you resist (The Phantom makes his way down off the mausoleum, and sneaks around the right side so he can watch Christine)

Phantom/Christine- Yet your soul obeys/ the soul obeys

(Christine and the Phantom sing this part together)

Christine- Angel of music!

I denied you

Turning from true beauty

Angel of music

My protector

Come to me strange angel

Phantom- Angel of music!

You denied me

Turing from true beauty

Angel of music

Come to your strange angel

(O.K were done with their wonderful little duet)(Poor phantom is getting really cold now)

Phantom- I am your angel of music

Come to me: angel of music

I am your angel of music

Come to me: angel of music

Christine was standing at the top of the stairs. So where are you angel? She wondered.

Then she noticed to her left, in the shadow of the mausoleum a pair of eyes starring at her.

She smiled as the tall form of her angel slipped from the shadows. He leaned back against the wall casually, and gave her a smirk that made her heart miss a beat.

"So what took you so long?" the Phantom asked. Christine looked down at her shoes, "I couldn't remember where his grave was" she mumbled.

She waited for his reprieve on how she was a bad daughter, but it never came. Instead Christine heard a deep, throaty sound.

She looked up to see the Phantom shaking, with, was that laughter. Christine was amazed and a little hurt by what he was doing. The later seemed to show on her face.

"NO! I'm not laughing at you. I'm laughing at the fact that I find what you did extremely…" He paused. She looked at him and said "extremely, what?"

He turned away from her mumbled something, he hoped she wouldn't hear. He was wrong. She heard him say the word "cute." She was in shock, but before she could reply there came the sound of hoof beats.

Oh no, it the pansy boy. Can't he just leave me alone, I don't like fruitcakes like him? Christine thought as she turned and sure enough could see Raoul coming closer.

She turned back to the Phantom, but he wasn't there. Christine begin to worry until a soft voice floated to her ears. "Do you want me to stay around?" he asked. She nodded; "O.K mon ange" was the only reply.

The Phantom watched as that, for lack of a better word, fop leapt off his horse and ran to Christine.

"CHRISTINE WAIT!" Raoul screamed as he dashed up the stairs and was standing beside Christine. Unfortunately he had screamed that last bit right in her ear.

She turned to look at him, her eyes blazing. "Raoul what are you doing here?" she hissed. Obviously he didn't take the hint from her voice to get lost because he started talking, again.

"Christine what ever you might think this man, this thing is not your father." Rauol yelped out quickly. Christine just starred at him in pure astonishment.

The Phantom paused as he looked over the railing. He had not expected the fop to say that. What would Christine say to him?

"Is that what you think?" Raoul nodded his head. "Oh Raoul, your a pansy. I don't think of him as my father" Christine said, that shocked expression still there. "You don't?" Raoul's question hung in the air.

Christine seemed to have forgotten the Phantom was still there when she answered him.

"Raoul that would just be sick, yeah I loved my dad, but in no means was my dad hot to me. That would just be wrong anyhow." She said, but she wasn't done yet, she continued

"Anyhow what's the big idea, I mean you can't possibly think I even like you. Come on the Phantom is not only a genus, he's got a nicer voice then you and he is a whole lot hotter then you. Yeah you still got the boyhood cuteness, but hes got the manhood sexiness. Sorry." Christine said.

Raoul looked liked like a lost puppy dog. He just starred at her until a loud thump made them both jump. They looked over and to their surprise they saw the Phantom standing there looking at Christine.

All of a sudden Christine's hand flew to her mouth and her cheeks turned several shades of red. "I didn't just say all of that with you up on the building, did I?" She asked. It came out muffed because of her hand but the Phantom could tell she was starting to smile.

The Phantom nodded and then let his own smile come out. Raoul leaned against eh wall whimpering little a lost animal.

"Uhhh would you like to go discus this somewhere" he nodded towards Raoul, who was slowly sliding down the wall, "where this poor pansy won't hear?"

Christine nodded, and the Phantom gave a short whistle. A huge, black horse came up the path. "Shall we?" he asked as he gave her his arm. She let out a small giggle and accepted.

As the Phantom helped Christine up onto the horse's back he said "By the way my name is Erik." She gave him a curious look as he mounted behind her.

"Well it will be a lot easier then calling me The Phantom of the Opera or the Phantom or even Angel of music" he said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Oh, well it's a lovely name none the less and its not too hard to spell" she said as Erik nudged the horse into a trot out of the cemetery.