All I Ask of You
A Phantom of the Opera and Moulin Rouge crossover
A/N: Right, so I had a dream about this… As we all know, dreams are insane most of the time, so I will be toning down the insanity. The Phantom of the Opera will NOT have a falsetto. Don't ask me why he did in my dream. It scared me. Satine will not have the ability to fly, and, sadly, Voldemort will not pop up at unexpected moments.
Now that that is out of the way, I'd like to say that I've never written a time-travel fic before. Usually I just move a story up or back a few years. This time, though, time-travel will be involved. I'm actually not sure how this will turn out. After the dream, this idea began bouncing around my head, distracting me during the school… So instead of updating my other crossover or my fictionpress story, I'm writing this. Please drop me a review and tell me what you think. If you have a suggestion, something that you want to see happen, let me know, and I'll try to incorporate some form of that idea in here. No insane, Phantom has a falsetto; Christine is a man idea though. Something sane and logical, please. :D With that said, enjoy!
You know what, forget that? This will be a total crack-fic. The more ludicrous the ideas, the better. :D
Prologue!
Christian was in the middle of waltzing Satine around her room, giddy after play rehearsals, when she suddenly vanished. He glanced around, confused, wondering how she could have disappeared from his arms. He called her name, not really expecting a response, when another girl's voice called out.
"Hello?"
Christian whirled around, catching sight of a lovely brunette. Her hair was wildly curly, and she had wide brown eyes. She also looked slightly dazed.
"Where am I?" She asked, eyeing the inside of the elephant warily. "How did I get from the Phantom's Lair to here?"
"Who's the Phantom?" Christian asked, wondering if the girl was okay. "And who're you?"
"I'm Christine. And the Phantom is my Angel of Music. He sings to me, and teaches me to sing." The girl responded, turning her doe-eyed gaze to him.
"Your Angel of Music, huh? That's… interesting…" Christian turned away from Christine, wondering where his Satine could have vanished to.
The Phantom had been leading Christine to his underground lair, and had gotten as far as the gondola, when she suddenly vanished.
Damn it. He thought. How will I tell Raoul that the girl has vanished? On second thought… maybe I won't tell the fool. I love Christine more, anyways. Any fool could see that.
He snorted contemptuously and then froze dramatically when he heard a throat clear. The Phantom looked up slowly, meeting the eyes of a slender red-head.
"Umm… Hello there."
"Do you mind telling me how I got here? I was happy and in my elephant in Paris with the guy I love ten seconds ago, and now I'm here, wherever here is. And a change of clothes would be nice," she added, gesturing to her skimpy clothes. The Phantom followed her hand, taking in her dress, which was made out of rather thin material.
"Umm… Of course I have clothes, Mademoiselle…?"
"Satine." The red head said shortly. "And you?"
"I go by many names. The Phantom of the Opera, Angel of Music, but you may call me Erik."
"Right. Nice to meet you Erik. Now, where's my change of clothes?"
A/N: That's it for now folks! I'm super tired, and I can guarantee that if I wasn't, I would've written more. Please review with suggestions for this! And I'll try to update soon! :D