A/N: Yes I posted this story years ago.. However, after reading it I decided it needed to be redone to make it better. So please enjoy this revised story.
In regards to this story, Myself and I'm sure others, wonder what came of Meg Geri. So this is MY (fictional) take on what went on in her life while the drama unfolded in Christine's. Since there are SO many love stories involving Christine, The Phantom and Raul I decided to take a different turn with O.C. Marcus Levesque (Ley-Vek) and Meg Giry. Enjoy ;-)

Op'era Populaire 1881
Just shortly after the Op'era Populaire was purchased, but not yet announced, by Andre and Firmin, a young man in his mid twenties, named Marcus Levesque was hired by the new owners to work up in the catwalks as a scene shifter. He was quite excited to begin working there. For he heard that Op'era Populaire was the most attended and busiest op'era house in France. Which was why he left Op'era Solaris. Op'era Populaire was glad to have him and he was excited to start. When he arrived, he was greeted with a warm welcome and a few snickers. The snickers were because of the build of his body. Even though he was tall with a light muscular definition, he was a lot more slender than most scene shifters. Which made most of those employed doubt the possibility of him being a scene shifter. However he quickly proved everyone wrong when it came to his ability to efficiently do the job.

The warmness he was greeted with was because of his blond hair and brown eyes that made the girls of the Op'era House to find him attractive. For that reason they were kind to him. He heard the whispers and saw the looks that he simply ignored. He was there to work and prove his worth and that was it. Hence why he had refused to meet anyone other than his fellow scene shifters and catwalk workers. At least that was what he told himself as he made his way to greet the owners.

Upon his arrival, he was informed that in a months time, they were going to host "Chalumeau's Hannibal." Everything went very well for his first two weeks. Even though he had had a few tiffs with Joesph Buquet almost immediately. In his third week, Andre and Firmin were officially introduced as the new owners and to everyone's relief, including his, La Carlotta quit the production after a backdrop fell on her. Marcus did not much care for her but was nervous as they had a week until the show opened and it had already sold out and feared for his future at Op'era Populaire.
Moments later, Christine Daa'e took to the stage singing and caught everyone's attention, even Marcus's. He watched for a moment or two before returning to his station. For the next several days before the show was to happen, when Christine Daa'e would sing, "Think of Me," all the crew on the catwalk would walk up to the ledge to watch her sing and be mesmerized by her beauty. Which began to annoy Marcus after the second day. He was there to work, not gawk.
Two days before the production was to begin, Joseph Buquet pulled him to the ledge and pointed to Christine Daa'e while making vulgar remarks. In that moment though, Marcus instead took notice of a ballerina who stood out more than the others. She had blond hair, and the most beautiful brown eyes he had ever seen. His attention focused on her as his heart skipped a beat. He became as mesmerized by her as the others had by Christine.

The afternoon before opening, after the rehearsal was over and the cast began their end of day chores, Marcus came down from the catwalk to attempt to talk to that ballerina. He waited until she came backstage and approached her. Before he could speak even a word, Madame Giry was standing before him. She grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him away. She stared him hard in the eye. A slight chill coursed down his spine. He looked down before she gave him a slight shove get him to look back up at her.

"Just what is it that you think you are doing?" she asked with a stern tone.

"I only wished to give compliments to that ballerina on her superior performance in rehearsals tonight," he stammered.

Madame Giry huffed, "I suspect other intentions. That ballerina is my daughter. You are in no standing or status to be speaking to her. You shall stay away from her or I will see you removed from this Op'era House," she threatened.

He looked down to take a deep breath before he responded. "I understand Madame Giry. My apologies."

Madame Giry turned away from him and to her daughter. "Come Meg. It's time to prepare to retire for the night," she said and forced her to walk away with her.

He now knew her name. Meg Giry. He felt his heart break as he watched them walk away. He knew he could not give up that easily. Not without a fight. He refused to do so. He promised himself he would prove he deserved a chance to be with her. Regardless of his lack of social standing.

"I have seen true beauty! If she notices me, I shall do what I must to be with her," he said aloud.

At that moment he saw Meg look back at him. Noticeably upset about what had just transpired. He then held hope. The look on her face when she turned back told him everything. Most importantly, that she had noticed him within the month he had been working there. His heart skipped another beat. Now he needed to find a way to talk to her when her mother was not around. He wondered how and when he would be able to do so.

The morning that the show was to open, Marcus was up early, tightening the ropes that held up the backdrops. Suddenly from behind, he heard a voice that was very gentle. He turned around to see Meg standing before him. He paused for a moment before he regained composure. He bowed his head in greeting.

"Please don't do that," she requested.

"How may I be of service Miss Giry," he asked.

"Please call me Meg," she insisted

"Apologies," he replied quietly.

"No no. I wish to apologize for my mother. She is rather overly protective of me," she apologized.

"And rightfully so," he agreed.

"Well, I am her only child. After my father died, she never married. Therefore she took on the responsibility of both parental roles. She does not want anything to jeopardize my career as a ballerina. She is just overbearing about it. It can sometimes be rather annoying."

"As a lone parent should be."

"I really am sorry about the way she treated you though. Also for how she threatened you if you were seen with me."

"There is nothing to apologize for Meg. You are here now," he said and took a gentle step closer to her.

His smile broadened when she looked up at him. She lightly blushed and looked away. They both took a deep, shaky breath. She then looked him in the eye. He stopped and stared as deeply as he could into hers.

She took a step back when he reached out for her. "Why has it been so important to you to be able to speak to me?" she asked. Her confusion flowing in her voice.

After an awkward silence he let out a sigh. "Because after the first time I saw you dancing on the stage, I swore that I saw an angel and the stage was Heaven. Every time I have seen you dancing I believed that Heaven is where I have stood in that moment. Not in this opera house. I saw no one except for you. I knew then, I must be with you. No matter what it takes."

She could see by looking in his eyes he meant every word. She blushed again as a look of surprise took over her face.

"I mean every word of it. I have watched you every time you take the stage since the moment you first stood out to me. Since that moment I have made sure to leave you flowers and chocolate and other gifts addressed to you. Hoping for this moment to happen," he finished.

She was taken aback. "So you are the one who has been admiring me all this time? And you left me the gifts? You are my admirer?" She asked to him with a sudden smile. "All this time I thought it was a cruel joke. Or that Joseph Buquet. Christine was not just trying to be nice when she said that she doesn't have all of the admirers."

"I only have admiration for you, your beauty and your talents. She may be the star but I appreciate the true talent."

They smiled and stepped closer to each other. He could swear that he felt both of their hearts racing in unison. He just wanted her in his arms. He told himself it would happen before the night was out. That it would be worth the risk of being fired. He no longer cared.

"I wish I had come to talk to you sooner," she whispered.

"Never mind that now," he said and took her hand.

They stared deeply into each others eyes. He leaned in to kiss her when they heard Madame Giry call Meg's name. Quickly and reluctantly, Marcus retreated to catwalks while Meg made it look as if she had been practicing alone the entire time. Madame Giry scolded her for not telling her where she was going to be. Then he heard her say, "If I find out you were with that Marcus Levesque, I will have you cast out of this school and let the Opera Ghost punish him in any way he sees fit for trying to ruin the future of the most promising ballerina here."

The production of "Chalumeau's Hannibal," took place later that night. As predicted, Christine Daae stole the show with her singing. During the production Marcus over heard in detail, for the first time, the tale of the Opera Ghost. Otherwise known as, the Phantom Of The Opera. At first he dismissed the stories. Yet when he began feeling that someone was watching him, he wondered if there was perhaps, some truth to the stories before dismissing them again.

Throughout the production, he continuously glanced at box number five. Unable to believe that it had been left empty as instructed. The rest of the time, his eyes were on Meg. Except for the occasions when he saw Madame Giry glaring up at the catwalk. The rest of the production he spent shifting scenes and ignoring Joseph Buquet's the best he could. No matter how vile and vulgar his comments were.

An hour and a half after the show was over, Madame Giry had gone to see Christine Daa'e immediately after. At that time, another ballerina came to Marcus after he came down from the ladder. She informed him that Meg was waiting for him by the main curtain and said to be quick because she did not have long. He discreetly rushed to the main stage. Once there, he saw Meg, anxiously standing by the curtain. She smiled when he appeared. Before he could say anything, she placed her finger against his lips and looked into his eyes again.

"We have little time Marcus. We must make the best of what time we have," she told him.

"Then no more words," he replied.

"I must tell you this first," she began and he nodded in acknowledgment. "I appreciate everything you have given me. Especially your support and for allowing me to know that someone pays attention to me and puts me in the spotlight."

With that, she gently kissed his lips and he kissed hers. In that moment, he knew that one way or another, he was with her and wanted to always be there for her. He wanted to forever protect her with his life. Against anything and anyone. The kiss became passionate as they wrapped their arms around each other. He decided to worry later about what he would need to do to be able to make the relationship known and accepted by everyone.

As they remained in that moment, he could not help but know for certain they were being watched. He was not sure by whom. But he knew it none the less. What he did not know was it could very well be whom he dismissed...the Opera Ghost.