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I've realised I haven't made Meg or Erik sound like they are from France at all so I'm starting now by using the odd French word when they speak. All French here is from a translator, so any words used in the wrong context let me know so I can correct them. Since I don't know any words in French beside 'Oui' and 'Non'. I am asking if any of you can PM me the name of a reliable Beta who can help. (Trust me when I say it's a painful thing to ask)

"Meg?" His shout wasn't happy, in fact it sound as if he was grinding his teeth together. Oh no ... Meg's heart stopped, he needs help. Mon aide. Meg stood frozen for a few seconds she really didn't want to help him dress. Especially when she was wearing this, it was too tight and far too low cut for her to feel comfortable. Meg sighed walking up the stairs slowly, as if she was walking to her death, my maman will kill me if she finds out I'm helping a man dress. As she walked in Meg smiled, trying to appear cheerful as she walked around his bed.

"Something funny?" Erik seemed to snarl at her

Merde, smiling was a bad idea.

"Of course not" Meg noticed he had changed his shirt and was struggling to say in a sitting position "Do you need help standing up?" Please let it be that.

"Oui"

Meg felt relief wash over her, she wouldn't have to dress him after all. Meg walked over to him, a small uneasy smile escaped her as his large hand grasped her shoulder.

A laugh escaped him though it sounded bitter to her ears "Change your mind about helping me yet, little Giry?"

"Non Monsieur. You can not help needing some assistance" Meg sighed wondered if she could hold his weight, even so she gingerly helped him move his injured leg off of the bed.

Meg waited while he managed to manoeuvre the dark fabric of his trousers down his legs. Meg took them from him and put them by the door, Meg walked slowly back towards him I hope I don't fall. When Meg reached him she crouched slightly, taking one of his hands and moved it so his arm rested across her shoulders. Meg noticed his other hand was on the waistband of his trousers.

"Ready?" She asked him, looking at the whiteness of his mask.

He nodded slightly in return. When Meg felt his weight start to shift she slowly stood up, hoping she was helping him at the same time. Meg found that he was most definitively heavier then she thought he would be, the weight normally on his injured leg was on her. Though his weight was not as large as it should have been Meg, felt as if her knees would give way. Meg felt his fingers tap on her shoulder, she turned her head to look at him, the muscles in her neck shouted in protest at the simple movement. Carefully, giving him a smile, Meg helped him back onto the bed. Meg gently wrapped her hands, one under his knee and the other around his ankle, and helped lift his leg back onto the bed.

"Sorry" His apology was muttered lowly and disdainfully.

Meg's head snapped up to look at him, surprise etched on her face "What are you apologising for Monsieur?" Her voice came out in a low tone, similar to a tone her mother used to soothe her when she was younger.

He scowled at her "For the names I called you, they wer-"

"Monsieur, you were and still are in a great deal of pain" Meg sighed cutting him off

"It clearly upset you" He was irritated by her lack of interest, he was apologising. Something that he never did.

"I have already put that incident to the back of my mind Monsieur" Meg smiled at him "You should forget about it, you must focus on recovering"

"Call me..." He trailed off and sighed "Mon nom est Erik"

Meg smiled at him, was this him accepting her help and her presence? "Monsieur" Meg saw him roll his eyes with a sigh "Erik, is there anything else you need me to do?"

"Well you could rescue the fire" He said eyeing the pitiful flames "After all you had a lot of trouble lighting it with that candle"

I apologise if I used any French terms wrong or mean something other that what I think as I said I am using a translator.

French - English

Mon Aide - My help

Maman - Mother

Merde

Mon nom est - My name is