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Erik stared down at Reinette as she lay on the bed she had previously occupied when she had last been in his home. How different had the situation been then? He tried not to let worry grip at his insides as he saw her face flinch in silent pain. She was unconscious but she still seem to be shivering in her fever. Erik took one of his leather gloves off his hand and placed it to her head. Immediately she seemed to calm down but that was only because his hand was always deadly cold. She was boiling and yet shivering. Erik quickly threw the blankets over her and quickly exited the room. He was going to put his brilliant medicine techniques to the test.

He shook his head as he began to gather different herbs and pastes from cupboards in a variety of rooms. It was all over. They'd all found out. The rumour that he maybe dead would now be discarded. He remembered Monsieur Tordu's horrified expression when he had seen Reinette in the Phantom's arms. The utter horror and shame concealed behind his dark eyes had been enough for Erik to know Reinette would never be safe if she was returned to her uncle. If she ever woke up that was.

"Stop it," he hissed as he felt his mind grab at the thought.

He cared about her. He couldn't deny it anymore. He cared about her a lot. The worst thing was that it hurt. As well as feeling wonderful he felt his insides churn remembering the events that occurred last time he had let himself care for someone.

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William blinked twice before answering Jocelyn.

"My daughter can't have written to you," he said simply.

"But she did. She sent a couple of letters actually. She knew she wasn't allowed to send letters but she wrote them anyway. I received four in one envelope," Jocelyn said with a smile. She knew it would be hard for William Tordu to register that his daughter had written to her best friend before he'd written to him.

"No," William said with a firm shake of the head. "Reinette knows the dangers of sending a letter. She could be found out at anytime. She wouldn't put anyone she cared about at risk. You must have been tricked."

Jocelyn handed over the letter and with hesitance William finally took it from her. His dark brown eyes scanned the pages and she saw warmth in his cheeks as he recognised Reinette's handwriting.

"But-" he began.

"There was no point in not writing. She doesn't want to worry you but I felt I must come and tell you myself. There is no point in hiding anymore. Alexander has found her."

At the name William's hands clenched and his smile hardened. Anger darted behind his pair of dark brown eyes as memory of his daughter's ex-fiancé flicked through his mind.

"Come," he said quietly and he gestured for her to follow him into his office.

Jocelyn glanced up the stairs to see a tall woman rushing down towards them. She nearly tripped on the last stair.

"Jocelyn!" she said with a great big smile and she flung her arms to hug the young lady.

"Hello Mrs Tordu," Jocelyn said with a grin as she was squeezed.

"Oh don't call me that."

William raised an eyebrow and the woman laughed.

"No I don't mean I don't want to be that. I just don't want a friend to address me so formally," she said with another laugh and despite William's worry he found himself smiling back at her. When his wife had died he thought he'd never find happiness again and that he would die, elderly and on his own. He had never expected to meet another woman who he loved just as much. She would never be Elizabeth but he didn't want her to be. He loved her being Sophia.

"Alexander has found her," he said simply and Sophia's face fell. She let go off Jocelyn and walked over to her husband. She prized the letter from his hand and began to read it as they entered his office. A smile flickered across her lips as she flipped the parchment over.

"What?" William said catching it.

"She is not unhappy," Sophia said with a sudden light twinkle in her eyes.

"What do you mean?" William asked.

"I thought that," Jocelyn said looking up at Sophia, "All the things she writes about seem awful yet she talks about them as if they were a skip in the park."

William was scanning the letter now and when he finished he looked up at Sophia.

"What do you think it is? You have that look about you that makes me feel like you know something."

"Isn't it obvious?" Sophia asked with a cheeky smile.

"Clearly not," William said with a frown.

Jocelyn also look quizzically at Sophia.

"Then neither of you shall find out. Think," Sophia said and then she scooped up the letter in her hand, "All three of us are going to France so you can think whilst you decide what to wear."

Sophia nodded as she left the room and when she closed the door her smile widened. She looked down at the letter and traced the letters with her finger. She knew when somebody was in love. This letter clearly showed it.

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Reinette felt her head explode with pain as she opened her eyes. Sweat trailed down her face into her eyes and she yelled out, as a sudden pain seemed to squeeze her lungs shut. Her head seemed to revolve as she tried to sit up. It was dark. Was she blind? She screamed out at the thought and heard a sound like a door opening very close to her. She screamed again and felt somebody sit down next to her. Her head hurt and her throat felt like it had closed up.

"Who's there?" she asked in fright. Her voice sounded strange and croaky.

"It's me, Reinette. Hang on," there was a pause and Reinette felt something pressed against her lips. "Drink," Erik ordered. Reinette did so and felt the liquid seem to burn every inch of skin it touched as she swallowed it. Afterwards it made her feel calmer and more relaxed. Erik sat on the bed next to her and pushed her head into his shoulder.

"Is it night? I'm not blind."

"You're not blind," he said with a slight tinkle of laughter in his voice.

"What happened?" Reinette asked. She tried to remember but it caused pain to whip across her temples. She caught her breath and Erik heard.

"Not now, do not even trouble yourself with trying to remember that particular knowledge," Erik said gently and he made her lie back down upon the pillow.

Reinette felt an overwhelming sense of safety as she settled down under the blankets again. Erik lay next to her and she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Don't go," she whispered.

This took Erik by surprise. He felt his face flush, an experience quite unfamiliar to him and he felt shock crawling up him. Maybe she cared for him too? Did she really find his presence that comforting that she could fall asleep this close to him?

"I won't," Erik said quietly and Reinette sighed.

She was soon fast asleep and as Erik heard her breathing fall back into normal even breaths his own eyes soon shut too.

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Madame Giry knew exactly where he would have taken her. The next morning when Madame Giry had heard all accounts of the story that seemed to be gripping Paris she silently made her way back to the old dressing room that had once belonged to the Prima Donna's. It didn't anymore. Nobody went in there for the fear of that haunting voice. She carefully slid the mirror back and saw the dark passageway behind it. With a grim look upon her face she began to walk through it. She would be there soon.

She called out as the boat carried her to the Phantom's lair. She wanted Erik to know she was coming. It was never a good idea to surprise Erik.

"Erik?" she called and she looked into the kitchen with despair as she saw he wasn't there. Maybe she had been wrong? Maybe it had been somebody disguised as the Phantom and the people had panicked because he was wearing a mask. Was Reinette really lost forever? Madame Giry entered the final room left and stopped in the doorway. Erik lay above the covers his arm around Reinette's shoulders. She was below the covers and her head rested upon his chest. Despite herself Madame Giry smiled at the sight.

"I think they've met before," she said with a smile.

Erik suddenly awoke at the sound of her voice and leapt off the bed with surprising speed. His shirt was crumpled at the back because he'd slept on it but his eyes showed his authority.

"What are you doing here?"

"I've come to see if she's alright," Madame Giry answered just as angrily as he had asked.

"Why wouldn't she be fine? I would not harm her," he snapped.

"No?"

"No," he said and Reinette mumbled in her sleep.

Erik looked away from Madame Giry to glance at Reinette and Madame Giry saw it in his eyes. She hoped Reinette would let him down easily.

'Outside," he said darkly and they both left the room.

Once again, I will apologise for the computer malfunction! Hope you liked!