AN: Hey guys, I'm finally getting around to writing a Phantom of the Opera fanfic. I'm so excited, cuz MegxErik does not get enough cred.

Walrus: Walrushlee does not own Phantom of the Opera. She had a copy of the movie though. That doesn't count for much though…

"Where does one even GET crocodiles." I eye the croc en feet away wearily. It may look asleep but that doesn't mean anything to me!

"I have my ways." I glance over at Erik. He's not even looking up!

I fix a pout on my face. I love coming down here. The only problem being on Erik Destler. He has exactly ZERO sense of humor and not an ounce of patience or time for me! It sounds unbelievably bratty, but I think it unbelievably rude that he cannot even look up at me!

Mother introduced us to each other three whole years ago when I was six and he was eleven, with the instructions to, 'Be nice, he's a genius!'. I have been doing exactly that, but I'm still treated as the sister I'm sure he doesn't want.

I sigh and stand up, ready to go practice with Jamie.

"And just where are you going?" I shoot him a look and feel my breath still. One emerald eye glinting in the candle light, one yellow eye hidden and shining in the dark.

I clear my throat and steel myself. "I figured I'd go practice. Y'know, since you say I dance like a goose with a broken wing."

He chooses to ignore this last comment, "You just got here 14 minutes ago."

"That's eerily precise."

"Sit down."

I sit with a grumble and shoot a glare at him, "Y'know I'm beginning to think I'm just here to keep quiet and keep you company."

"Not 'y'know', Meg, 'you know'."

Silence.

I glare at the croc some more. Is it just me, or did it move a couple feet closer?

"…that's not true."

I look up, "What?"

"You're not just here for company."

I snort and roll my eyes, "We're not even friends!"

He quickly looks up, setting down his pen. He looks genuinely surprised. "Yes we are!"

"You don't even like me!"

"Sure I like you Meg! I just don't know how to," He waves a hand quickly, "Show it!"

I look down, "Oh…" I'm not quite sure how to respond to that.

It's quiet for a little bit more before-

"You want to hear what I'm making?"

I smile brightly and nod eagerly. For a little while we just sit him playing and I listening. It's a soft happy melody and I'm already considering bringing Mother down to hear it. He could play and I could dance!

After a few more minutes of playing the music stops and Erik sends me a warm smile. Followed by snickering.

I tilt my head, "What?"

"You should probably move."

I look at him confusedly before quickly looking down. The crocs head is a few inches from my legs.

"Christine, did you hear something?"

"It's probably just rats in the walls. Meg says they can get awfully noisy."

"Really? It sounded like shrieking."

AN: Tadaaa!

Walrus: Review if you love these tusks, girl!