Alright, new changes in this chapter. I got a new assistant! No more CD, I got a new one. Also, because I am re-writting, I will be using old questions from the first time I wrote this. Okay then...I think that's it for news :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Phantom of the Opera or anything in this chapter :)

Interview with the POTO Characters

~Raoul~

Era watched in amusement as Raoul, next client, walked into her office trying to not reveal the fear she saw glowing in his eyes.

"Hi Raoul, I'm Era," Era introduced with a smile.

"Hello," Raoul answered as calmly as he could as he took a seat across from her.

"…I'm sorry, do I make you uncomfortable?" Era asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course not, what would give you that impression?" Raoul asked with a fake smile.

"Your hands are shaking," Era pointed out and Raoul looked down at his hands. Seeing that they were shaking, he quickly hit them under the desk embarrassed.

"There's nothing to worry about. It's just that the other two that came in here got over emotional about some of the things I said…or did," Era excused with a wave of her hand. …Did? What does she mean by did? And that freak coming out of here like a lunatic is not over emotional. She's planning something…I have to figure out what Raoul thought determined, composing himself in order to think. Era eyed him suspiciously.

"Alright, I'm just going to start asking questions. How old are you, Raoul?"

"21,"

"How many siblings do you have?"

"One brother and three sisters. My brother has actually currently passed away," Raoul answered with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Remember, this is the future, there isn't any 'currently' with you. It's more like something that happened long ago in a galaxy far, far away," Era corrected.

"…Excuse me?" Raoul questioned.

"Geez, I can't even joke with you people," Era mumbled unhappily. That was a joke? Raoul wondered.

"Oh, by the way, speaking of your brother, you are aware of how he died, right? And with that knowledge gave him an appropriate funeral?" Era asked.

"I don't know the exact details of his death…I believe he drowned," Raoul answered.

"You believe? You don't know? Were you even at the funeral?"

"…No…but only because I had to get Christine to safety! We went to a safe house, you see," he tried.

"You're kidding me; you don't even know who killed him?" Era asked bewildered.

"Killed him? I said he drowned,"

"In the lake!"

"What lake?"

"The lake!" Era exclaimed, slapping her forehead with her hand.

"What do you mean by the lake?" Raoul question more confused.

"You idiot, ERIK'S lake, you dim wit!" Era snapped.

"What?" Raoul exclaimed more alarmed.

"Don't you remember Erik singing his Requiem Mass?"

"My God…that was for my brother? That bastard! I'm going to kill him!" he yelled angrily while standing from his seat. Era couldn't stop herself from laughing.

"I would love to see that!" she giggled and Raoul, glaring harshly at the girl, slowly sat back down.

"Oh, before I forget, some people on Fanfiction have a few questions for you," Era said with a smile.

"Fanfiction?" Raoul echoed.

"Yes, Fanfiction, it's magical," Era answered.

"Magical?"

"Seriously? You don't believe in magic? Even after Erik? Pcht, muggle," Raoul raised an eyebrow at the girl but stayed quiet. Era casually pressed the button on her desk again.

"21? Can you come in here please~?" she whined playfully.

"Sure," the female voice on the other side answered with a small laugh. The door to the office opened and a young girl, the same age as Era entered carrying a clip board.

"What?" she asked.

"Come in," Era ordered and the girl reluctantly obeyed.

"Raoul, this is my assistant 21. She's here to ask you the question that the people on Fanfiction are asking," Era introduced.

"Hey," 21 greeted.

"Hello, pleasure to meet you," Raoul said with a polite nod of his head.

"So, 21, read away," Era said while reclining in her chair slightly. 21 nodded her head before looking over the clip board, idly adjusting her glasses before reading out loud.

"The first question is from Cherylinh-"

"And me!" Era piped in.

"Me too," 21 agreed, "Are you gay?"

"Excuse me? I'm not gay! Where would you get an idea like that? Does the fact that I'm married to Christine mean nothing?" Raoul exclaimed.

"Yep, I still believe she has a thing for Erik," Era answered.

"A thing for that monster?" Raoul asked incredulously.

"Monster?" Era repeated while starting to stand up.

"Sit down," 21 ordered and Era sat down childishly. "And Raoul, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Gays are more than welcome here,"

"I'm not gay!" Raoul defended.

"Liar," 21 coughed under her breath. "Moving on, IamthePhantomoftheOpera asks how you got out of the trip to the North Pole without any consequences,"

"It's my decision whether or not to go," Raoul answered.

"But it's your job! In my opinion you should have gone to the North Pole and let Erik have Christine," Era mumbled. Raoul glared hard at her.

"I swear if you say his name one more time I'll-"

"You'll what? I already had a lunatic of an Erik attack me, and I'll get security on your ass too buddy!" Era threatened. Raoul continued to glare at her but remained quiet.

"So…what's your answer?" 21 asked.

"I got no consequences because I quit my job. After leaving Paris with Christine I had to keep a low profile in case he tried to get her again," Raoul answered.

"But Christine must have told you that he was dying, right? I mean, she had to go back and bury him three weeks after you guys left his lair," Era countered.

"True…but it was too risky. For all I know it could have been a trick. Being a part of the navy would have taken up most of my time, and I didn't want to leave Christine alone, so I quit," Raoul explained.

"Right, because being dead is a trick to get Christine back," Era said sarcastically. Raoul shrugged.

"You never know around…him,"

"Touché, anyways, thanks 21 for helping, you can go now," Era said to her friend with a smile.

"No problem," 21 said before waving goodbye and exiting the room.

"…Was that all?" Raoul questioned a little hopefully.

"No, I still got to ask you more questions," Era answered with a smirk. Raoul sighed heavily.

"So, after you got married, did you have any kids?"

"Yes, two girls and a boy," he answered proudly.

"Let me guess, your son was the eldest of your children," Era guessed.

"Yes…how did you know that?" Raoul asked curiously.

"…Raoul…I think there's something that you should know," Era said with a concerned expression, and Raoul looked at her nervously.

"…What is it?"

"…What if I told you, that there's a certain rumor going around saying that your son…isn't your son," Era continued slowly.

"What do you mean he's not my son? Of course he's my son," Raoul answered with a small chuckle.

"Well, the rumor says it's actually Erik's child," Era explained.

"What? Impossible,"

"Well, apparently there was an…incident, and nine months later your child arrived," Raoul looked at the girl in disbelief.

"No…that's impossible…" he mumbled to himself.

"Is it? I mean, what had Erik really done with Christine in that short time in his lair before he brought you back?" Era questioned with a smile.

"No…Christine would have told me," Raoul said with fake confidence.

"Are you sure? Has your kid ever acted strange? Different? Musical? Perhaps a quality different from both you and Christine?"

"…No…it can't be,"

"Are you sure?"

"Stop it! You're lying!" Raoul accused.

"I don't know, I mean there's a book and a musical about it," Era hummed.

"What?" Raoul asked shocked.

"The Phantom of Manhattan by Frederick Forsyth, and Love Never Dies by Andrew Lloyd Webber,"

"B-But how? When?"

"Why don't you ask you beloved Christine?" Era suggested.

"You're lying!" Raoul repeated.

"Why would I lie about a book and a musical?" Era questioned.

"I don't know how but you're lying! I know it!"

"Not only is your eldest son, Pierre, or is it Gustave, Erik's child, but Christine still has feelings for Erik,"

"If…If you know my son's name…than it must be true…she still loves him?" Raoul asked sadly.

"Why don't you ask her yourself?" Era suggested.

"…I will!" Raoul said determined while standing.

"And don't forget about your brother being killed. I'm sure there are issues there you might want to fix," Era reminded. Raoul nodded his head before turning, walking to the office door, and exiting through it.

"…So was there child's name Pierre or Gustave?" Era wondered out loud. "…Probably Gustave…anyways, I should probably go and watch them," she said while standing and heading to the door herself.

Outside in the waiting room all the characters were sitting nervously, waiting for whatever terrifying fate would become of the Vicomte. Christine had been placed in a lone chair in the corner of the room where she was left to cry herself out.

It wasn't too long before Erik was allowed to enter the waiting room again. He seemed composed, and sane, but kept his eyes on the ground in embarrassment for being caught in a moment of weakness. He gave out a sudden gasp when Christine suddenly ran from her chair and wrapped her arms around his waist in an unbreakable hug.

"I'm so sorry! I'm sorry Erik! Please forgive me! I'm sorry!" she cried as she buried her head into Erik's chest and sobbed. Erik stood completely still, unsure of what exactly to do. He had never been hugged like this before, and he wasn't sure what was appropriate. He looked to the Persian, who was sitting a bit away from them, for guidance. The Persian raised an eyebrow at him and Erik understood what that look meant. He slowly, and awkwardly, wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm so sorry Erik! I didn't know!" Christine continued to sob.

"Know what?" Erik questioned.

"That I was the reason you died! Please forgive me!" she answered, pulling him closer. Erik hated to see the love of his life in such a state, and instinctively held her closer as well, resting his chin on the top of her head.

"You have nothing to apologize for," he whispered.

"I killed you! I'm so sorry!" Christine cried.

"You did no such thing. Besides, don't apologize for going for the Vicomte. You loved him, you always have," Erik answered while stroking Christine's hair lovingly.

"I'm sorry; I wouldn't have left if I knew. I didn't want you to die. I thought you were going to die because it was your time, not because I broke your heart!" she argued.

"It wasn't your fault; I was a fool in love,"

"You were a fool for the wrong girl,"

"Never," Erik whispered sternly.

"…You'll always be my Angel of Music," Christine mumbled into his clothes. Erik smiled.

"And my heart will always belong to you," he replied gently.

The other characters around the room all watched the seen in awe as a box of tissues were passed around as tears flowed from certain character's faces.

"They went through so much together," Meg sniffled as she took a tissue.

"All for nothing," Darius agreed.

Just then, Raoul entered the room only to find his wide in Erik's embrace. He gasped angrily.

"It's true!" he bellowed. "Christine! Get away from him!"

Raoul raced over to his love and tore her away from Erik's grasp.

"Christine!" Erik called alarmed.

"Stay away from her you monster! Or I swear I'll kill you!" Raoul vowed furiously. Just as Erik growled Christine quickly stood between the two of them.

"Please, don't fight, it's not what you think, Raoul," Christine begged.

"Perhaps it is," Erik said with crossed arms.

"Don't talk to my wife you freak!" Raoul yelled, grabbing Christine around the waist and carefully pulling her aside before attacking Erik.

Era walked in just in time to watch the two men fight it out as Christine shouted hopelessly for the two to see reason.

"No stopping them now," she commented amused. "Well, since we've got time to spare, Daroga, you're next," the Persian nodded his head and stood. As he walked into the office Era looked at Meg.

"Place a bet on Erik for me," she said before re-entering her office.

A/N-I have the next few chapters ready, but I'll update them at a slower pace. I hope you enjoy this so far! Please review with your thoughts!